Christine’s Day Off

I lived by myself when I was 19 in a one-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t a bad place, either, which is why I was determined to live there. I made just enough money serving that I could afford it by myself. I picked up every shift I could, often working open to close four or five days a week. The boss man had no problem paying us servers, especially us girls, overtime, because of how little we made on the hour.

I had purchased a newer car a year before, and was paying on it as well, but my young, perfect credit had given me a great deal on it, so I didn’t have to pay much per month on that.

Utilities in a small, one-bedroom apartment didn’t cost much each month, and since I was at work most of the time, I just ate there for half off menu price, so I didn’t have to spend much on groceries, either.

I was just getting by, but I was just getting by.

When I had time off from work, which was rare, I’d spend it at home lounging around, or smoking a bowl at the park and enjoying nature and the fresh air for a while. I didn’t do much to spend money, since I didn’t ever have it. The thought of going out for a night with the girls was a dream. Before too long the girls didn’t even remember me.

One day off I woke up early, as I always did, and smoked a bowl before getting out of bed. There was something about waking and baking that made the day go by so much better, no matter what I was doing.

I used the bathroom then worked my way out to the living room where I collapsed on the couch and turned the TV on. I paid for cable but only watched the nature shows. Those were the best, especially when stoned. And Nova? Don’t get me started on Nova. That show is older than me, but I grew up watching it. That’s one reason I did so well in high school science.

As I sat on the couch, curled up with my head resting on my forearm on the arm of the couch, I decided I’d start my day with a bang. I slowly flipped through the channels and eventually settled on figure skating.

I always had my eyes on girls, all throughout school, as far back as I can remember. I had dated several guys over the years, and love them to pieces. But there’s just something about a girl… their bodies, their curves, their hair… lips… legs…

The legs on a figure skater are incredible. I’ve always liked figure skating and my mom always thought it was because I was a fan. Sure, I was a fan, but not of the skating itself.

Now that I think about it I can’t remember who was on. It was a competition, of course, so there were many who skated. But there was one girl I used to absolutely adore. She had thick, skater thighs and always wore the tiny skater skirts that sparkled. Oh my.

She was on, and so was I. I slipped my hand under the shorts I had worn to bed and pushed my panties aside. I wasn’t very wet, but then again I’m usually not right after I wake up, even though smoking weed usually makes me horny. But I was determined to have one before showering and getting dressed, for whatever reason I had to get showered and dressed. I had nothing to do that day, after all.

I played with my lips, rubbing them up and down sensually. I had nowhere to be, so I took my time.

Licking my fingers to get them wet helped, and then I slid them back down under my shorts. I rubbed a little more, occasionally rubbing by my clit, which would cause me to twitch when I hit it. But I wasn’t ready for it just yet.

I continued to rub my labia, every now and then sticking a finger in a bit, moving it around, then back out again.

I moaned quietly to myself, using my palm to rub up and down on my lips, while pushing my middle finger in between them to massage my pussy, feeling it growing wetter.

My breathing picked up, and I continued to massage my lips, harder, a little faster, feeling my pussy waking up for the day, finally.

I pulled my hand out and sucked on my thumb, then put it back down to my vag and used my thumb to gently massage my clit, which was now ready for rubbing. This caused me to yell out as my breath caught and I squeezed my legs tight together. I coughed a yell as I flicked my clit with my thumb again just for good measure.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door. Seriously? Who the fuck is going to interrupt me now? Do I stop and see who it is? What if it’s important? Or do I finish the job I set out to do while the getting was good?

Fuck.

I got up, took a deep breath, and went to the door. I opened it to see my neighbor from two doors over standing there. He was a good looking guy and had a beautiful girlfriend who lived with him. We never talked, hell, we almost never saw each other. Only in passing here and there. But I thought the both of them were attractive, and they were both roughly my age, maybe a little older.

He said, “Hey, I was walking by and heard a yell and thought maybe you were in trouble. You okay?”

I just stared at him for a second, then grabbed him by his shirt at the shoulder and pulled him into my apartment, slamming the door behind him. I shoved him up against the door and shoved my mouth over his. He hesitated at first, but began kissing me back, and soon had his arms around me. Both of my hands were on his shoulders, pinning him to the door.

I took one hand and reached down to his pants, grabbing his bulge. It was already hard. Good. When I grabbed it he moaned a shocked moan. As if I had overstepped a boundary. I knew I had, but fuck it, and fuck him. He interrupted me.

I dropped to my knees and started to unbuckle his belt but quickly grew impatient, so I just grabbed his jeans at both hips and yanked them down to his ankles. His modest piece fell out, rock hard, but an average 6. Lucky for him I’m not picky, and size doesn’t matter as long as they know what they’re doing.

I shoved him in my mouth and began sucking him hard. One hand gripped his base and stroked his length while my mouth worked over his throbbing head.

I felt like I was sucking forever, because as I said, I’m impatient. But it had only been a minute or so when I stopped sucking and looked up at him. He was looking back at me with shock on his face.

“Hey, are you going to cum, or what?”

He tried to speak but wasn’t sure what to say. Finally he said, “I uh, no, not really, not yet. Do you want me to?”

“No, not now.”

I stood, still holding his rod, and began kissing him again, tongue shoved in his mouth, working his tongue over. I beat him with my hand around his piece, then used that hand to shove my shorts and panties off to the floor.

“You’re going to fuck me until you cum in me, got it?”

“Say what? But I…”

“You what? Have a girlfriend? She could be fucking me, too, if she were here.”

“But she’s at work…”

“Tough shit.”

My dining room table was just behind me and had nothing on it. Like I said, I rarely ever ate at home. I didn’t even have placemats on it or anything. Just a bare table.

I pulled him by his shirt with me as I backed into the table, then I jumped up on it and wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I could feel his dick shove up against my mound and I moaned.

I may have been a little rough with him, but I reached down, grabbed his piece, and shoved it into my sopping pussy. I don’t regret it. He grunted when I did it, but he immediately began thrusting inside me.

His six inches felt amazing. I can’t lie. I was so close to cumming before he knocked, and through all of my aggressive behavior towards him, I was still ready to go. So when I felt him inside me, my stoned vagina was ready to deliver what I yearned for.

The head of his dick kept rubbing my G-Spot. Not hard enough for an explosion, but just enough that it warmed me up and began feeling very good. I could hear my wetness every time he thrust into me, and it grew every time he rubbed my Spot. I whimpered, focusing only on his dick and my orgasm. My breathing picked up again as I got closer, my pussy growing wetter in anticipation.

“Oh fuck…” he said, and I knew he was ready to lose himself in me.

“Don’t cum! Not yet!” I ordered.

“I’m trying not to! You’re just so fucking wet!”

Yeah, I was. Hearing that he was about to cum made me hornier than I had been that morning, and I felt my pussy throb with ecstasy as my climax began. I tilted my head back and moaned loudly, squeezed his body hard with my legs still wrapped around him, and pulled him in  to me so that he could no longer thrust and was completely inside me.

I felt my pussy tighten around his rod, and that alone pushed me completely over the edge.

“Fuuuuck…” he exclaimed as I continued to moan my orgasm out. Then I could feel a warmth beating the back of my vagina as he emptied his load inside me. That only made me cum harder. I squeezed him with my legs more and finished my orgasm as I could feel him growing limp in me.

He caught his breath as my climax faded, and I released my grip on him with my legs. He backed up a bit and pulled himself out of me. He looked down at me and said, “Hey, you’re leaking on your floor.”

“That’s okay. So are you.”

He looked down at his piece, cum dripping off the tip. I slid off the table to my knees on the floor and placed his limp dick in my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue, giving it a good cleaning and tasting his deposit as well as my juices on him. He squirmed a bit, still tender from his release.

I pulled his pants up for him and hugged him.

“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear. He hugged me back and laughed.

“I can’t believe this just happened.”

I stepped back and placed a hand on my crotch, got some of his cum on my finger and stuck it in my mouth. “You taste good.”

“Thanks.”

“Does your girlfriend taste good?”

He smiled real big. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’d like to taste her some time.”

“That’s cool, so what’s your name anyway?”

“Okay, you can go now. I got what I wanted. Come back with her later.”

“But…”

“Christine.”

“Thanks Christine, I’m Jeff.”

“Nice to meet you, Jeff. Bye.”

He stumbled as he turned for the door, but I reached around him and opened it, gently pushing him out with my hand on his back. He turned to say something but I shut the door in his face.

That was the first time I ever did anything like that. That seriously isn’t me. It wasn’t the last time, though, not even that day.

I got in the shower and thought about what I had just done. It was so exciting I couldn’t help but get turned on again, so I put some shampoo in my hand and worked up a lather on my clit until I came again.

After I showered I got out and dried off. I decided I was hungry and that I didn’t want to cook, so I did what I swore I’d never do and go to work on my day off just to eat. Hey, I got a discount.

I thought about my outfit choices and decided on a summer dress. I wanted to look cute, and it was just warm enough outside to wear one, unless the breeze blew.

My buzz was just ending by this point, so I got dressed and then took a couple more hits off of my bowl before leaving the apartment and jumping in my car.

I drove to work and walked in. Tony, one of our managers was there, and he greeted me at the door, since we typically don’t have greeters during lunch.

“Christine, what are you doing here?”

“Hungry. Got the munchies.”

He laughed. “Table or booth?”

“Booth, please. By the windows over there.”

As he led me to that side of the dining room he commented on how cute I looked in my summer dress and not in a work uniform.

“Thanks, it’s good to be able to wear something else every once in a while.”

“I bet. I wouldn’t know.”

I sat down at the booth he took me to and he placed a menu on the table in front of me. “I think Kiera will be your waitress today. Can I get you a drink?”

I ordered an unsweet iced tea with lemon and he scurried off to get it.

Later as I sat and ate my salad, pleasantly stoned and satisfied from my workout earlier, I kept noticing Tony staring up at me from the bar out of the corner of my eye. From where he was I know he could see me completely, and I was showing off a lot of leg. My summer dress wasn’t that long to begin with, and I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I had a hard time wearing those with a summer dress. I don’t know why. Call it my inner slut.

I kept noticing Kiera every time she’d come by to chat or bring me something. She was a cutie, but I had my mind set on something else. Today was a day of firsts, and I was going to get my lunch for free.

Kiera stopped by my table and asked if I needed anything else.

“No hun, but I have to talk to Tony for a bit. Can you make sure nobody clears my table? I’m not done with my tea yet.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. We’re not busy anyway.”

She walked away, taking my empty salad bowl with her. I got up and went to the bar where Tony was. He had just sat another couple on the other side of the dining room from me and was just getting their drinks.

“What’s up?” he said, pouring some random liquors into a glass. I think he was making a Long Island Iced Tea. For lunch? Hell, why not? You go, people.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head.

He smiled at me and looked back at the glass. “Okay then, I’ll be right back.”

He went off to their table and I walked to the wait station in the corner by where he went so that he had to pass by me on his way back.

I liked Tony. He was a good manager, as far as managers go. He was probably ten or so years older than me, but that was okay with me, he was still young. He was what we called a “lifer.” He was going to be with that company for life. He started there at 18 as a server, then cooked for a couple years, then became manager. He was actually the one who interviewed me back when I first started.

I never looked at him as a potential mate or anything, mostly because of his age. I didn’t like dating men who were that much older than me. I had plenty of “boys” to play with my age. But as I said, today was a day of firsts.

He came walking back my way without noticing me. Just as he got to the wait station he saw me and stopped abruptly.

“Oh, what’s going on? You feeling okay?” he said, and smiled.

“Yeah, I was just wondering if we could talk. Do you have a minute?”

“Well not really, it is lunch after all.”

I looked around and saw the four tables that were sat in the entire place, then back at him. He looked around to then nodded. “Okay, fine. Let’s go to the office.”

We walked through the kitchen to the back of the building where the office was. It was just a closet sized room with a desk, a chair, and a filing cabinet in it. Once he walked in and sat down in the chair I walked in behind him and shut the door.

“So, Chris, what’s going on?”

I walked up to him and bent over, placing both hands on the arms of his chair and I looked at him right in the eyes.

“I came to pay for my lunch.”

He moved his head back away from me as far as he could, which wasn’t far, and I moved mine in closer to bridge the gap.

“What are you doing, Chris?”

“I’m paying for my lunch.”

“I’m married.”

“I don’t give a fuck. This will only take a minute.”

I reached down to his pants and unzipped them, leaving them buttoned and buckled. I started to reach in through his zipper to grab his cock but he reached over with a hand and stopped me.

Fuck. This isn’t good. I didn’t weigh my options. And this wasn’t like me, anyway. What was I doing? Here I was about to lose my job that I liked over a fucking salad and iced tea. It wasn’t even a sweet tea.

I looked up at him and he was looking at me with a look I had never seen before on him. It was a look of hunger. Of lust. Of taking control. He was a manager, after all. He liked having control.

“If you’re paying for your lunch, you’re going to have to come better than that.”

He quickly stood from the chair, almost knocking me backwards. I collided with the desk and watched as he undid his pants the rest of the way. They dropped to his ankles. Inside his underwear I could see a bulge that would’ve made my neighbor boy cry. Holy shit, I don’t know if I can handle all that.

“Let’s see it,” he said.

Suddenly out of control completely, I turned into a bitch.

“Wh… what? See what?”

“Your sundress. I wanna see what’s under it.”

My lips curled into a smile, and I grabbed the bottom of the dress with two fingers, just barely pinching it with them, and I slowly lifted it so that he could just barely see my completely shaved mound.

The look on his face stayed, but his eyes moved down to see what he wanted to see. Then he looked back up at me. His nostrils flared. Fuck, he was going to angry fuck me. With that giant thing he called a dick.

Without a word, he grabbed both of my arms and spun me around, then shoved me down to the desk. I called out with a grunt, but stayed as quiet as possible. I knew there were employees just on the other side of the door.

I could feel him lift my sundress up from behind. Using his foot, he kicked at my feet so that I would spread my legs, and I did.

“Tony…” I called out weakly, almost begging.

A moment later and I could feel his head on my crotch. It felt like the size of a fist. Jesus help me.

I heard him spit twice, and I hesitantly looked behind me, scared of what I might see. All I could see was him wiping his spit on his cock, and then I felt it.

He pushed his head around my slit until he found my wet hole and he plunged his cock in. It took all I had not to scream. I bit my bottom lip and cried quietly to myself. The pressure of his cock was intense, and it filled me completely.

As rough as he was inserting it, he was slow and careful pushing it any farther, and while both me and my vagina were more than happy to take it all in, we just weren’t prepared.

He grunted, letting out air that he had been holding in for too long, and he pushed himself in further. I’m pretty sure I felt it hit the back of my throat.

With it all the way in, he stood behind me, moving just so slightly. It felt good, but I quickly figured out why he was doing that. He was letting me stretch to accept him in better.

Slowly, but surely, he began working himself in and out of my hole, pumping me with that monster cock. Both of his hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me into him as he pushed into me. My ass smacked against him and I could feel my juices running down my legs.

I placed both of my hands on the back of my head and interlocked my fingers, pushing my face down into the desk. It was hard and it hurt, but it kept me from screaming out with pleasure at the size of his dick.

Sure, I had been fine with a 6 incher, and always will be. But this was my first time with a huge cock, a porn star quality cock, and the experience was something I would’ve never expected. Or even dreamed of.

He lightly smacked my ass, as I’m sure he was also aware of the fact that his employees were just outside the door, because that’s the only time he did it. To be honest, I’m not much of a fan of being smacked or spanked anyway. Does nothing for me.

He placed his hand back on my hip and continued to force his cock inside me, thrusting now with vigor.

“Ow…” I said quietly to myself. I’m not sure why I said that, it didn’t hurt, it was just so much coming into me, and I wasn’t used to that kind of pressure inside me.

“You okay?” he asked, losing the controlling dom act for just a moment to make sure I was good.

I looked back at him over my shoulder and said, “I’m cumming.” Just like that. No emphasis, no moan, no cry. Just as natural as could be. I’m cumming. And I did, hard, all over his dick.

I continued to stare into his eyes as my orgasm rushed over me from top to bottom, and I know he could see it in my face that I was having a good one. I could feel it in my face.

My mouth opened a bit to take in more air, as not enough would come through my nose. I whimpered uncontrollably, as the orgasm flushed through me. I could feel his dick spasming inside me and I knew he was going to lose it quick.

With my orgasm fleeting, I pulled forward and felt his monster dick flop out of me. I grabbed it with my hands, I needed both, and placed his head in my mouth. That’s all I could fit in there.

I jerked him off with both hands, using my juice as lube, and sucked on his head until his knees buckled and he shot his cum into my mouth. His load was just as big as he was, and it filled my mouth quickly. I could feel it running down my chin and dripping off of me. But I held firm, and let him finish before I gave him his cleaned cock back.

I quickly swallowed what I had in my mouth and tried to catch my breath. He reached over me to the desk and grabbed a napkin and used it to clean my chin.

I stood on shaky legs and had to lean back against the desk to steady myself. He zipped up his pants and sat down in the chair.

“Whew,” he said, looking around, trying to figure out what to do or say next.

All I could do was look at him and catch my breath. Finally he looked up at me and smiled. That’s when I knew everything was okay.

“You good?” he asked.

I nodded. A lot.

“Good.”

“I hope you’re not going to get in trouble with your wife.”

“Why? She’s fucking her boss. She doesn’t think I know.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be. It’s all good. I needed that. Haven’t been with her in months. Sorry I didn’t last longer.”

I laughed. “Longer? I couldn’t handle you any longer.”

He laughed then.

“How do I look?” he asked.

I patted at his face and forehead with another napkin to dry off the sweat that accumulated there. “You’re good.”

“Good. I’m going back out there. I am on the clock, after all.”

“Shit, you’re salary.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. You stay in here for a minute until you calm down. Your face and chest are beet red.”

“Okay.”

He walked out and shut the door behind him. I sat in his chair and looked in the small mirror they had sitting on the desk, leaned up against the back wall. It was tiny, and I wasn’t sure why it was there to begin with, unless they were doing coke off it, which was a possibility. But it came in handy, just the same. I was beet red.

It didn’t help that the office didn’t have any vents, and with the both of us having just breathed all kinds of hot air into it, it was quite stuffy.

Suddenly the door popped open and Travis, one of the line cooks, came in.

“Oh, hey Christine, how are you?”

I offered a smile and said I was fine.

“Jeez, you look rough. You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I just got overheated a bit. I’ll be okay.”

“I’d say you got overheated, this office is boiling. Come out here and get some air.”

I followed him out of the office to the back door and he propped it open. A cool breeze came in and chilled me. While I shivered a bit, the air still felt great, and I could feel myself calming down.

“That better?” he said.

“Yeah, thank you.”

He gave me a look and smiled. “Yeah, no problem.”

After he walked away I thought to myself that he probably knew exactly why I was flushed and hot. I mean, look what I was wearing. And I was in Tony’s office? The pieces add up rather easily.

When I felt better I walked back through the kitchen to the dining room and to my table. My tea was refilled and my check was on the table. I sat down and looked at the check. It said I didn’t owe anything, and Kiera drew a cute little smiley face on it.

I stuck the straw in my mouth and sucked down half of my tea, then caught my breath and finished it off. That was exactly what I needed.

Kiera came by and smiled at me.

“Do you feel better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I saw you sucking that tea down like you ain’t had nothing to drink in a week.”

“I was just a little parched. Cotton mouth and all.”

She laughed and said, “Well, Tony comped your meal. Have a good day. When do you work next?”

“Tomorrow, through the foreseeable future.”

She laughed and walked away. “See you then!” she called back to me.

I dug in my tiny purse I brought along with me and stupidly left at the booth when I went on my excursion to the office, found a twenty, and placed it on the table under the check. I treat my waitresses good, don’t you?

I drove home and my buzz was almost completely gone, but I felt like a million bucks. It was hard to walk a little, and to sit comfortably, but it was well worth it.

As much as I enjoyed my time with Tony, I don’t think I’ll ever look for another monster dick like that again. It was just a bit much for my tiny little kitty.

I flopped down on my couch and turned the TV on. My day was only half over and I had already accomplished so much. What a great day off.

It didn’t take long, and I was out for the count.

I was awakened a couple hours later by a knock at my door. I sleepily rose from the couch and walked over to it, looking through the peep hole. It was my neighbor and his girlfriend. Uh oh. Time to put on the game face.

I ruffled my hair and my dress, then opened the door. Apparently he liked what he saw, because his eyes grew wide and moved up and down me. His girlfriend wasn’t as welcoming. She had a scowl on her face.

“Hi, uh…” I couldn’t remember his name.

“Oh,” she said, almost yelling. It echoed in our quiet stairwell. “You can fuck my man but you can’t remember his fucking name?”

I stared at her blankly. She was cute. I’m not sure how I remembered, but it just popped in my head.

Without looking away from her I said, “Jeff, bring your woman in here now.”

Jeff placed a hand on her back and began walking in to my apartment, but she wasn’t moving.

“Oh no, bitch, I don’t fucking think so,” she said, growing more and more angry by the minute.

I rolled my eyes, reached out through the doorway, grabbed her by the hand, and yanked her into the apartment. She swung at me as she went by, but she was off balance and fell to the floor.

Jeff ran in behind her and tried to help her up. I shut the door. She shoved him away and continued sitting on the floor, just staring up at me.

Without moving, she said, “I can’t believe you fucked my man while I was at work!”

“I can’t believe you went to work without fucking your man first. Second, he did all the fucking, I just sat there.”

Her jaw dropped and she peered at him through angry eyes. “You lied to me!”

“Well no,” he stuttered, “I mean, yeah technically, but she started it! And she said she wanted to fuck you, too!”

Her mouth still hung open, she looked from him to me, then back at him. “What? Why didn’t you say that before?”

“I don’t know. I guess because you started yelling at me and hitting me in the car…”

She looked at me and got to her feet. “So you fucked my man, but you want to fuck me? That’s just… I don’t go for girls.”

“Honey,” I said, “all girls go for girls. Some just don’t know it.”

“Ugh… well I…” she kept looking at him and at me and back at him. She had no idea what to say. This wasn’t going her way at all.

“I’m sorry hun,” Jeff said, walking over to her and holding her hand. “But Christine was rough with me. She ordered me around. I had very little say in what was going on. I’m sorry, I could’ve said no, and tried to, but I let it happen.”

“So you like it rough?”

“Well, it was the first time I’ve ever been treated that way, and yeah, I kinda liked it. It was much better than the missionary we always do.”

Her cheeks flushed and her jaw dropped again. “Well, I just… I never…”

“That’s the problem,” I said. “You’re a prude.”

“Fuck you!” she yelled.

“That’s what I hoped you’d say.”

I crossed over to her quickly and locked lips with her. She hesitated at first, but slowly began kissing me back. I could see Jeff’s problem. She wasn’t much of a kisser either. No passion, no tongue. She barely opened her mouth for me.

I pulled away from her. “Give me your fucking tongue, bitch.”

She was breathing heavy, her face red, mostly from anger I guessed, but she didn’t say anything. Again I placed my lips on hers and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue was hesitant to do anything at first, but it started acting like a tongue should, and eventually I could feel her anger melting away. I stopped kissing her and looked at her. She had her eyes closed and her mouth barely open. She was lost in the moment. It was cute.

I looked back at Jeff and he had a huge grin on his face. He nodded at me and looked at her.

“See? Isn’t that nice? Being told what to do?” he asked her.

“Well, babe, maybe if you talked to me like that more…” she wandered off.

There it was. She was a sub, through and through, and needed to be spanked. He just didn’t know how to be a dom.

“Okay, this is how this is going to go down. You’re both coming with me, now.”

I grabbed each one by the hand and led them down my hall to my bedroom and pushed them both onto my bed. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this considering the day I already had. I was wore out, and I wasn’t sure if my lady bits were going to be happy with me waking them from their much needed slumber.

I looked from one to the other, and they both just stared back at me wondering what was coming next. I had no idea. This was my first time doing this.

“You.” I pointed at the girl.

“Darby,” she said.

“Darby?” I said back. I liked the name, it was cute, but it caught me off guard. Never met a Darby before.

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “my family’s Irish.”

“An Irish bitch. Great.” I was trying to act as if I didn’t give a shit, when in reality I really liked her name and thought she was ultra cute.

I pulled Jeff up from the bed and pulled his pants off right in front of her. Again, her jaw dropped and her cheeks flushed.

“Oh get over it Darby, you’ve seen his dick before. And so have I. When you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”

That wasn’t true, I had never seen one like Tony’s before, and honestly, I was scared to see one again.

Because of the situation, Jeff wasn’t hard, and so I thought I’d make him hard in front of Darby.

“Darby, listen to me.”

She blinked and closed her mouth. But she was listening.

“Darby, have you ever sucked his dick?”

She quickly shook her head. Jeff lowered his. It was quite obvious he would like to have that done. He seemed to have enjoyed it earlier.

“Look at him. He’s limp and he’s in a room with two girls that he’s had sex with before. That’s not natural. Come here.”

Darby just sat on my bed staring at me.

I sighed and grabbed her by her blonde pony tail and yanked her off the bed.

“Ouch! Stop it!”

“Shut up. Down on your knees.”

Darby dropped hesitantly to the floor in front of her man. I knelt down next to her.

“Darby,” I said, a lot more calm this time, “take him in your hand.”

She reached for his hand and I smacked hers away rather hard.

“No, dammit, take him in your hand! It’s a dick, it’s not going to bite.”

She did as she was told. As soon as her cute little hand touched him he started to swell.

“There you go. See? He likes it.” Mikey likes it! I thought to myself and almost laughed.

Jeff nodded his head in approval.

“Now, grip it carefully and move your hand back and forth.”

“You mean give him a hand job? I’ve done that before.”

“Okay good, then you should know what you’re doing here.”

She stroked him until he was fully aroused and then turned to look at me. “Do I have to… um…”

“Yes, yes you do. If you want to please your man and make sure he never cheats on you again, you have to take control of him. You have to please him. It’s your relationship, that’s no longer his dick, it’s yours. You own it. Now, what do we do with things we own?”

She furled her lip in thought then said, while still lightly stroking him, “Suck it?”

“Very good. Now do that.”

“But I don’t know how.”

“Have you ever eaten a frozen Popsicle before?”

She nodded.

“Have you ever stuck it in your mouth as far as it would go without gagging you?”

She nodded again.

“Do that. No teeth. Think of it as a cocksicle.”

The two laughed and I could feel the tension leave the room.

She licked her lips then slowly moved closer to him and gently put him in her mouth.

“Now see?” I said. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

She pulled back and shook her head. “No, it’s not so bad. Kind of like sucking on a thumb with no knuckle or nail.”

“Exactly. It’s just skin. Now, keep doing that. I’m sure you know to work it in and out of your mouth. Mold your tongue around it, that helps. And if you get tired, keep your mouth on the end of his dick and use your hand to stroke him.”

She did that for a moment then began moving him in and out again. He moaned with delight as his head tilted back.

I smiled. I couldn’t believe this was working. Porn taught me how to suck a dick, but I never thought I’d be able to teach it.

I watched her suck her boyfriend’s dick for a few minutes and watched him as he drew closer to orgasm.

“Now wait a second,” I said. She stopped and he sighed almost angrily. He was close, I’m sure. “What are you going to do when he cums?”

“I don’t know,” she said and looked down at the floor. “That’s one of the reasons I’ve never done this. I don’t think I’ll like it when…”

“That’s fair. Not everybody can take a shot in the mouth. All I can suggest is, do it without thinking about it. The more you think about it, the worse it’ll seem. If you just do it and get it out of the way, you’ll be one step closer to having full control over your own sexuality and your relationship.

“But, I want you to know this. Once his cum is in your mouth, you decide what you want to do with it. At that point, it’s yours. Wanna spit it out? Do it. Swallow it? Do it. I’m sure he won’t give a shit. He just came.”

Jeff nodded. “That’s true.”

“Shut up,” I said without looking at him. “Or, you can suck him enough to get him in the mood before sex. Or just as a treat for him when you’re not particularly feeling like having sex but he’s in a mood. It shouldn’t take but a few minutes, and then you go back to watching AGT.”

They laughed again.

“I think I’d like to try it. Just to see what it’s like. Just this once.”

“There you go, now you’re talking.”

She placed him back in her mouth and I stood to walk around her. I grabbed her other hand and placed it on his sack. I whispered into her ear, “Squeeze them gently. Massage them. He’ll cum faster.”

He started to moan more and I could tell it was working. I went to my bed, pulled my sundress off over my head and threw it across the room. Neither of them noticed. I laid down on my bed and watched them.

It wasn’t too long before his leg muscles began to twitch and he started moaning in quick bursts. It was time.

“Now Darby, can you tell he’s ready to cum?”

With him in her mouth I could just barely hear her moan out “uh huh.”

“Be ready, it’s going to feel like a lot in your mouth at once. Don’t take your mouth away or you’ll have a mess to clean up.”

His breath caught and he looked down at her quickly, mouth hung completely open. That was it. That was the first time he ever came in his girlfriend’s mouth.

She moaned, probably out of shock at what was going on in her mouth, but she was a champ. She hung in there and let him finish.

“Do you need a garbage can? There’s one behind him,” I said.

She pulled her head back, still holding onto his dick with her hand, and she shook her head. “No, I’m okay.”

“You swallowed? Damn, big first step! I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks,” she smiled, then gagged. “Oh…”

“Now do you need a garbage can?”

“No, I think I’m okay. Just not expecting it, that’s all. It comes out quick!”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it. I remember my first shot. Yeah, I was surprised at how fast it came out, too. But my first time I spit. I had to say, I was a little envious.

She looked at me and was shocked to see me naked. He looked and seemed to be, too, but he was on cloud nine at the moment.

“Darby, I’m very proud of you. Now, come here and sit next to me.”

She reluctantly got up off the floor and made her way to me. She sat down properly, hands folded in her lap and all, and looked at me.

“Kiss me,” I told her. She looked at Jeff and he nodded his approval, then pulled his pants up. She looked back at me, blinked a couple times, then leaned in.

I kissed her sensually, then placed my hand on the back of her head and helped to lower her down to the bed with me. While we laid there kissing, I began massaging her perky little tits through her work shirt and I could feel her nipples getting hard.

She sucked in a breath when I touched the first one and stopped kissing me. She swallowed hard but didn’t say anything.

“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”

She raised her head and began to kiss me. Now I could feel my pussy waking up.

Darby stuck her tongue in my mouth and again, I was proud of her. She had come so far in such a short amount of time. She reached up and rubbed her hand on my breast, but I could tell she wasn’t really into it.

I pulled back from her and said, “Darby, have you ever masturbated?”

“Oh, no… I could never…”

“Well, I’m giving you homework. Make sure you start doing that. The sooner, the better. The more you are in tune with your own body, the happier you’ll be in the long run, and the better off your relationship with Jeff will be. Now, with that said, you don’t have to reciprocate. If you’re not comfortable touching your own body, you’re not going to be comfortable touching mine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just pucker up.”

She smiled and closed her eyes and I began kissing her again. I pulled her shirt out from her pants and ran my hand up her soft stomach to her bra, and began massaging her tits through the bra. She moaned a little, which turned me on even more.

I slid my hand down her stomach and unbuttoned her pants. Then I slowly unzipped the zipper until my hand was floating just above her clit. I wrapped my hand around her pussy on top of her pants and began rubbing. She moaned again, a little louder this time. Behind us I could hear Jeff say to himself, “Fuck…”

I slowly worked my hand up to her panties and placed my fingertips under them. She didn’t flinch, so I pushed them down a little farther. Still nothing, a good sign. I slid my hand all the way in and could feel her warmth radiating off of her. She was ready to go, and so was I.

Knowing how much of a prude she had been up to that point I figured she probably wasn’t used to being rough at all, so I gingerly rubbed at her clit with my fingertip and she stopped kissing to moan louder into my mouth, her lips vibrating against mine. Fuck, this girl was going to get me off without touching me.

“You like that Darby?”

The way she whimpered “uh huh” made my pussy tighten. I sat up on my knees and pulled my hand out of her pants. She looked at me questioningly, as if I had just taken away her new puppy on Christmas morning.

I grabbed at her pants and pulled them down from around her tiny hips and tiny, tight ass. They slid off of her legs easily. But I left her panties on, as a security blanket.

I opened her legs and rubbed them up and down with my hands, making sure to rub extra slow up her inner thigh to her crotch. She gasped and opened her legs further. I smiled at her cute little body laid out in front of me.

I leaned down at the waist, moved her panties to the side of her slit, and licked at it, flicking my tongue up and down, tasting her sweet wetness. Her head dropped back to the bed and she moaned louder. Jeff had been right earlier, she did taste good.

I couldn’t help it, I was fucking horny again. I stuck my free hand in the air and motioned with a finger to come to me and a second later Jeff was standing on the side of the bed. I reached over without looking and began massaging his pants where his growing bulge was. I was proud of him for being ready again.

I continued to lick her pussy while I tried to undo his pants again. This time he undid them himself and let them drop to the floor. I grabbed his dick and pulled on it until he followed and got up on the bed with us. Then I pointed to my ass. Jeff follows directions well, I must say.

He scooted over behind me and placed his dick inside me for the second time that day. He began thrusting hard, and damn did it feel good.

I stuck a couple of fingers inside Darby’s tight little pussy and began massaging her G-Spot. She arched her back and screamed. “Oh! What the fuck!”

I didn’t have to ask to know that Jeff had never done that before.

As I flicked at her Spot with my fingers, I flicked at her clit with my tongue, and her pussy grew very wet. So tasty.

Her moaning turned me on so much, with her cute little Irish voice, and watching her stomach tighten and relax as she tried to take control of the orgasm that was building in her pushed me over the edge.

With Jeff pounding me from behind, I couldn’t help it. I started to cum. I moaned into her pussy, which I’m sure felt good to her. I know it feels good when people do that to me. Her body tensed with orgasm, and mine did as well. We were cumming together. How romantic.

That’s when I felt Jeff lose himself inside me, and I felt his cum coating the inside of my pussy again. We all came together. That’s legendary.

After we parted ways that evening, I almost never saw them again. Things went back to normal. At least as far as that goes. Unbeknownst to me, their relationship improved as their sex life dramatically improved. They spent more time inside having sex than they ever did before, which would account for why I never saw them much again.

The next day I opened and worked through the lunch shift. I was supposed to work a double, but because of my previous day, I was exhausted. Besides, I never took time off for myself, so this wasn’t a big deal. I saw Kiera and went over to her. She was smiling when she looked at me.

“So, did you enjoy your free salad yesterday?”

I couldn’t help but smile. I probably blushed, too. “Yeah, it was real good.”

“I know. I’ve had a free lunch before, too.”

My jaw dropped. “Say what?”

A smirk crept upon her face and she looked back to the silverware she was rolling up in napkins. “Yeah, we all have. I think you were the last one to get a free lunch. Hell, I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to.”

“Are you fucking serious? Everyone?”

“All us girls, and a couple of the bartenders, yeah. Tony gets around.”

“That son of a…” I cut myself off. What the hell did I care? I used him and he used me. We used each other. Nothing wrong with that. Kiera laughed.

“Yeah, well, shit happens. So, what did you think of how big he was? Were you able to take it?”

“I can’t believe I’m talking to you about this.”

“I barely could. I didn’t even work the next day. I’m really surprised you’re here.”

“Speaking of that, I have to pull a double but I am most definitely feeling yesterday. Would you mind working my double and I’ll grab a shift from you when you need it?”

Kiera nodded. “Yeah, that’s cool, I could use the extra cash today. I think I need to take my car to the shop. It’s acting up again.”

“That sucks. I do appreciate it, hun. And yeah, I took it like a champ. Still can barely walk, though.”

We both laughed and I noticed I was sat by the bar, so I went off to get their drink order.

Lunch that day was surprisingly busy, not reminiscent of the day before. By the end of lunch I was ready to fall into my bed and relax. Kiera and I sat at a booth to count our tips and I was shocked to see I had made over a hundred dollars. That would definitely make up for my not working a double. Kiera did just slightly under that, but quickly had to go as she had a table come in after the lunch rush was over. Her double had officially started, and I was free to go.

I watched her leave and thought about how I’d like to watch her cum. She was a tasty little thing. Beautiful mixed girl with a tight little body and long, black, curly hair. I loved curly hair. Even on guys. I looked like a poodle’s ass with curly hair, but everybody else typically looked great with it.

I drove home and walked up the first flight of steps to my floor and opened my apartment door. I just stood there in the opened doorway, looking in. What was I going to do? I know I wanted to go relax, but I had that ‘off for the rest of the day when I was supposed to be working’ feeling going on. I wanted to do something.

Suddenly a noise broke the silence filling the building. It was a familiar sound, coming from two doors over in apartment 6. Darby was squealing with pleasure, and I swore I could hear a rhythmic slapping.

A smile crept upon my face. I knew then what it was I was going to do with the rest of my day. I backed out of my apartment and shut the door. I walked over to the door with the big black 6 on it and knocked.

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