" ... Good boy"
This entry is dedicated to blue_aardvark . You want smut, you got it.
It was Saturday night and I had been sipping menage a trois red wine, smoking, meditating on the couch bemused by the figure that is Rose, just opposite my couch, looking at each-other; our phones, each-other, our phones, each-other, puff-puff, take a sip. We had just made out as we always do. She wore a tight red shirt and black jeans; heavy on the mascara. She was in her perfect form tonight, and part of that form was being a bitch.
"So now that you're fucking this Sheila chick ... are you like, gonna be a dad?" Rose asked, with a hint of annoyance in her voice. I had come to have her annoyance grow upon me as its happened so many times it's like the seasons of the Earth - we cant go to long without the sky falling snowflakes. I merely accept it at this point, but at this point there was a shift in our sexual centrifugal force. We were both now cheating on our significant others.
"Maybe I want to be a dad ..." I replied, very tipsy, very high. Rose scoffed.
"Well thats fucking lame. Have fun taking care of another man's child." Rose was treating me in a diminutive fashion, with her annoyance and perturbance at about level eight out of ten - a real bitch - but you know what? I didn't care. I was hazy. I. Was. Hazy. Filled with thoughts of my own, away from Rose. I suspected Rose's sour attitude was from jealousy, but who knows? Rose continued, "Maybe you can buy the kid a dress or pay for her college." I dont know what sparked in me, but a line from Lost in Translation came to mind that was just perfect for this scene of our own,
"Isn't there someone at home there to lavish you with attention?" I said with an attitude. Rose got up. Rose went into my room looking pissed. I followed her as I was worried this bitch was going to swipe some of my drugs, or possibly break something, poke holes in my condoms - who knows. Rose was upset.
I entered my room and to my surprise she was just laying on my bed smoking my vellocet. Her body stiff, she stared at the wall.
"Hey Mark" Rose began. "Remember when you told Paul you would've loved to go down on me more than any other girl ever."
"Ya, you weren't suppose to hear that." I replied. And with that, Rose unzipped her jeans and pulled them off, took another puff and said,
"Come here." My heart raced. Finally! Finally! Finally! Fucking FINALLY!
Smut!
I knew this was a power-trip from Rose, but I didnt care. I walked over to the edge of the bed and eyed her lacey pink panties and on my knees I began kissing in-between her thighs.
"Pull off my socks" Rose ordered, and I obliged. As I did so, she crept her red-painted toes up to my lips and invited me to suck on them, which I did abidingly. I licked in-between her toes and sucked all five of em', her feet smelling perfect - clean, feminine.
I removed her panties and eyed a smooth-shaven pussy. It was a work of art. Minimal stubble, ripe clit, a light birth-mark on the right side near where her pussy meet her thigh and a perfect pink fleshy color for her insides. I wasted no time. I pushed up her thighs so I could reach down to her anal cavity, felt her clean butthole with my tongue and licked all the way up to her clit where I teased - didnt get to rowdy with it yet, I still had other area's to work. And with a couple of strokes of my tongue on both sides of her labia I finally plunged my tongue inside of her warm, fresh pussy. It tasted a bit like that familiar copper hint, and for the next five minutes my tongue went on a deep-pussy exploration mission.
Eventually I got to the clit and massaged it clean as Rose pulled on my hair and moaned. I wanted to make her cum more than anyone else I had ever been with, and with each passing moment I felt it was going to happen. She was pulling on my hair hard, I almost wanted to tell her to stop because it began to hurt ... but ... well, I accepted the pain as she accepted the pleasure. And finally she erupted, clinching her thighs together with my head being squeezed. I couldnt breath as she was cumming, but rather I did my job with both her hands pulling my head in her as she had her paroxysm of pleasure, twitched some, and fell beside herself in a sort of daze as she relinquished her hands from my head and labored her breathing heavily. A small amount of her natural woman-lube-juice had stained my sheets. I went to kiss her.
"Ew" Rose laughed. "Your mouth smells like my pussy." I didnt say anything but kissed her again. She went to pull up her panties and finally she said to end the whole experience, " ... Good boy."
It was Saturday night and I had been sipping menage a trois red wine, smoking, meditating on the couch bemused by the figure that is Rose, just opposite my couch, looking at each-other; our phones, each-other, our phones, each-other, puff-puff, take a sip. We had just made out as we always do. She wore a tight red shirt and black jeans; heavy on the mascara. She was in her perfect form tonight, and part of that form was being a bitch.
"So now that you're fucking this Sheila chick ... are you like, gonna be a dad?" Rose asked, with a hint of annoyance in her voice. I had come to have her annoyance grow upon me as its happened so many times it's like the seasons of the Earth - we cant go to long without the sky falling snowflakes. I merely accept it at this point, but at this point there was a shift in our sexual centrifugal force. We were both now cheating on our significant others.
"Maybe I want to be a dad ..." I replied, very tipsy, very high. Rose scoffed.
"Well thats fucking lame. Have fun taking care of another man's child." Rose was treating me in a diminutive fashion, with her annoyance and perturbance at about level eight out of ten - a real bitch - but you know what? I didn't care. I was hazy. I. Was. Hazy. Filled with thoughts of my own, away from Rose. I suspected Rose's sour attitude was from jealousy, but who knows? Rose continued, "Maybe you can buy the kid a dress or pay for her college." I dont know what sparked in me, but a line from Lost in Translation came to mind that was just perfect for this scene of our own,
"Isn't there someone at home there to lavish you with attention?" I said with an attitude. Rose got up. Rose went into my room looking pissed. I followed her as I was worried this bitch was going to swipe some of my drugs, or possibly break something, poke holes in my condoms - who knows. Rose was upset.
I entered my room and to my surprise she was just laying on my bed smoking my vellocet. Her body stiff, she stared at the wall.
"Hey Mark" Rose began. "Remember when you told Paul you would've loved to go down on me more than any other girl ever."
"Ya, you weren't suppose to hear that." I replied. And with that, Rose unzipped her jeans and pulled them off, took another puff and said,
"Come here." My heart raced. Finally! Finally! Finally! Fucking FINALLY!
Smut!
I knew this was a power-trip from Rose, but I didnt care. I walked over to the edge of the bed and eyed her lacey pink panties and on my knees I began kissing in-between her thighs.
"Pull off my socks" Rose ordered, and I obliged. As I did so, she crept her red-painted toes up to my lips and invited me to suck on them, which I did abidingly. I licked in-between her toes and sucked all five of em', her feet smelling perfect - clean, feminine.
I removed her panties and eyed a smooth-shaven pussy. It was a work of art. Minimal stubble, ripe clit, a light birth-mark on the right side near where her pussy meet her thigh and a perfect pink fleshy color for her insides. I wasted no time. I pushed up her thighs so I could reach down to her anal cavity, felt her clean butthole with my tongue and licked all the way up to her clit where I teased - didnt get to rowdy with it yet, I still had other area's to work. And with a couple of strokes of my tongue on both sides of her labia I finally plunged my tongue inside of her warm, fresh pussy. It tasted a bit like that familiar copper hint, and for the next five minutes my tongue went on a deep-pussy exploration mission.
Eventually I got to the clit and massaged it clean as Rose pulled on my hair and moaned. I wanted to make her cum more than anyone else I had ever been with, and with each passing moment I felt it was going to happen. She was pulling on my hair hard, I almost wanted to tell her to stop because it began to hurt ... but ... well, I accepted the pain as she accepted the pleasure. And finally she erupted, clinching her thighs together with my head being squeezed. I couldnt breath as she was cumming, but rather I did my job with both her hands pulling my head in her as she had her paroxysm of pleasure, twitched some, and fell beside herself in a sort of daze as she relinquished her hands from my head and labored her breathing heavily. A small amount of her natural woman-lube-juice had stained my sheets. I went to kiss her.
"Ew" Rose laughed. "Your mouth smells like my pussy." I didnt say anything but kissed her again. She went to pull up her panties and finally she said to end the whole experience, " ... Good boy."