Big Book of Smut (43 page)

“That feels good,” I said.

“It’s
supposed
to Kitten,” Michael whispered.

He raised my foot to his face and looked at my sparkly pink toenail polish and smiled.

“Nice,” he chuckled.

He placed my big toe inside the wet, warmth of his mouth. I gasped. He ran his tongue around my toe and I lifted off the desk. He sucked on my toe and short, staccato bursts of pleasure shot up my leg, hit my pussy with a bang and swirled around in my lower back. I tried to dig my fingers into the top of the desk as I leaned back slightly and he parted his full, cushiony lips and took the other four toes of my foot into his beautiful mouth.

He sucked hard on my toes and I reached under my nightgown, parted my legs further and touched my wet pussy. He looked down and watched me rub my pussy while he continued to suck my toes. His cock strained against his shorts and I wanted to make it free. He suddenly stopped sucking.

“Kitten, do you know what the definition of a hedonist is?” he asked.

“Not the
verbatim
definition, but I know what it means,” I said.

“A hedonist is someone who believes that the only thing that matters in life is pleasure and that pleasure is the only pure good in this world. We, your mother and I, are hedonists. We believe in pleasure. If you feel strange about any of this, what happened between you and I before or what’s happening now, you can tell me,” Michael said as he rubbed my foot.

“I understand Michael. It’s okay. But tell me, what
is
happening now?” I said.

I leaned back a little more, parted my leg further and plunged my fingers into my cunt and pumped my hand in and out. I didn’t take my eyes away from his as I fingered myself. I took my fingers away from my pussy and shoved my wet fingertips into his mouth.

“Hmmm. That’s nice,” he said after he pulled my fingers from his mouth and smiled.

“Why did you stop sucking on my toes?” I asked.

“Because, we’re
talking
Kitten,” he said.

I pouted and parted my legs wider until his legs were in between mine on the chair. I lifted my nightgown up and gave him a good point of view shot of my pink, shaved pussy. He licked his lips and smiled.

“Kitten, I want to talk to you about how you feel,” Michael said.

“You already know how I feel Michael. In fact, I want you to know how I feel again.” I said and I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit.

He was all glowing white teeth as he smiled and yanked on the springy chiffon of my nightgown and reached inside and pulled my tits out. He got up from his chair and stood in between my legs. The original reason for my visit with Michael was forgotten and all I wanted were his cushiony lips sucking at mine.

“Your tits are magnificent Kitten,” Michael said as he tweaked my nipples between his fingers.

“Thank you. That feels so good,” I whispered.

He bent his head and squeezed my tits together. He took both my nipples into his mouth and sucked quickly. His tongue swirled around my nipples and his full lips tightened and sucked them deeper into his mouth. I slid toward the edge of the desk, spread my legs wide and rubbed my pussy against his taught stomach. I steeled my arms against the desk behind me, bucked my hips up and down and clenched my legs around his waist; kneading his hard ass with my feet.

“Fuck, you’re wet my girl,” Michael whispered after sucking on my nipples for a minute.

My nipples were as puffy and wet as my cunt and the ache for him to make me cum was strong.

“You know,” Michael said as he unwound my legs from his waist with his hands, “about two years ago, I was at a party and I went upstairs to take a piss. I walked into one of the bedrooms and the hostess of the party and her friend were sitting on the bed. The hostess just had a baby and she was showing her friend her engorged breasts. Her friend told her she could help and put her lips around one of the hostess’ nipples and started to suck.”

Michael pushed me back across the desk and spread my legs up and apart with his hands. I leaned up on my elbows and played with my pussy as he watched. He smiled, let go of my legs and brought his swim trunks down around his ankles. His cock sprung up, pointed toward the ceiling and the head glistened with his pre-cum. He leaned over me and kissed both my nipples. I stuck my fingers in his mouth and he sucked for a moment.

“Continue your story Michael,” I whispered as I swirled around my clit with my wet fingers.

“Well, the look on the hostess’ face was raw pleasure as she parted her legs and rubbed her pussy through her pantyhose. Her friend, kneeling to the side, had her dress up over her hips and her legs spread wide. I watched the pussy juice running down the inside of her leg as she sucked furiously on the hostess’ tit. I stood there watching for a moment and then approached the bed. I had to experience what was causing both of them so much joy.

“The hostess held her other breast out to me and I knelt between her legs, shoved her breast in my mouth and started sucking. She rubbed her foot across my cock through my pants as I sucked harder and harder.”

Michael grabbed a firm hold of his cock and started pumping it and watched me rub my pussy. I took my left breast and put it in my mouth and sucked on my nipple.

He shoved his cock into my pussy and thrust only once. A shock of pleasure bolted from my lower back to my clit. He moved his hips in a circular motion. His cock filled me and I humped against it, sliding my pussy up and down his shaft.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes for a moment and moved back a couple steps removing his cock from my cunt. I tried to tighten my pussy muscles against him to prevent that big, thick dick from leaving my pussy but he was stronger than me. His cock shined with my juices and he started working it again with his hand; up, swirling over the shaft and back down again.

“Finish your story Michael. It got me so horny!” I said as I leaned back, spread my legs wide and started slapping my pussy.

“Her milk flowed into my mouth. It was sweet yet salty; thick at first, then thin and warm. I tore at the soaking wet crotch of her pantyhose and jammed three fingers into her pussy as she rubbed her clit. The friend and I each sucked a tit. Her friend rubbed her pussy and the hostess rubbed and pulsed against my cock through my suit pants with her feet. The hostess screamed for her friend and I to suck her tits harder. Her friend moaned and shook as she came.

“The hostess lifted up on the bed with her arms and started bucking back and forth against my fingers in her cunt. I unhooked my belt and took my pants down with one hand as I yanked on her tit with my mouth. She placed a foot on either side of my cock and she jacked me off with her feet. Her pussy tightened against my fingers and she propelled her hips harder and faster against my fingers; pumping harder and faster against my cock with her feet.”

I slapped my pussy harder and faster matching the rhythm Michael used to work his cock. I felt the wave of my orgasm build so I eased off a bit. I wanted him to make me cum and I didn’t want it to be over.

“You are so fucking hot Michael. I want your cock inside me now!” I said.

He smiled at me but continued pumping his cock with his hands. Obviously pleased with my begging, he brought his cock to my pussy and rubbed the head in between my puffy cunt lips. I pulled up on my lower stomach exposing my engorged clit. He spit on my pussy and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth across my clit.

“Are you Daddy’s horny little slut Kitten?” Michael whispered.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “I want more!”

“Do you want me to finish my story?” he asked.

“Yes! Then I want you to fill me up with your big, wide cock!” I squealed.

He jammed his cock in my pussy hard and started pumping into it with the same vigor he used to pump his cock with his hand. I slid across the mahogany desk and he ground his fingers into my shoulders to prevent me from falling off as he thrust deeper and harder into my wet cunt. He continued his story between jagged breaths, looking into my eyes as he fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.

“The hostess used the force of her desire to tighten and pump her pussy up and down my fingers. Her friend spit some of the milk onto the hostess’ huge clit and I rubbed it with my thumb. Her milk was flowing into my mouth faster than I could swallow and started running down the sides of my chin. Her friend, already satiated, moved away from the hostess’ tit and licked the milk off my face.

“The hostess jacked me off hard with her feet and I was about to cum. I grabbed her friend by the back of her head and shoved her face toward my cock. I came all over her face and neck. The hostess came against my fingers and took her tit from my mouth. She leaned down and licked my jizz off her friend’s face. It was one of the hottest things I ever experienced. I wish I could do that with you.” he groaned, taking long deep strokes in and out of my tight pussy.

“You can do anything you want with me!” I moaned.

“Yes I can, can’t I?” Michael said. “Kitten is Daddy’s fuck doll isn’t she?”

“Whatever you want me to be,” I whispered.

I reached in between us and pinched and tugged at my clit. Michael lifted one of my tits and shoved it in his mouth and sucked. He then, as fast as he shoved it in, took his cock from my pussy and hopped up on the desk next to me.

“You’re going to squirt in my mouth. It’ll be like the breast milk,” he said.

He knelt beside me on the desk. I spread my legs wide and he shoved three fingers deep in my cunt and started pressing up toward the ceiling. It felt as if someone attached electrodes to my pussy as quakes and tremors rippled across my body.

“Does Daddy’s fuck doll like that?” Michael said.

“Yes!” I moaned.

With his hand still inside me, he spun me around on the desk and straddled my head with his legs.

“My fuck doll needs Daddy’s big cock shoved in her mouth!” he said.

I arched my hips, opened my mouth wide and he thrust his cock in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and started sucking on it like I pictured him sucking on the woman’s milk-engorged tit. I circled the head of his cock with my tongue while I sucked harder and harder. He exposed my clit with his other hand, shifted down my body and brought his lips around my clit.

He sucked on my clit as if it was the woman’s nipple while pressing harder and harder with his fingers in my pussy. He opened his mouth wider sucking my cunt lips in to fill his mouth. He was suctioned to me and me to him, as I sucked on his cock. I felt this surge build deep inside me as if I was being pulled out with a strong tide. I jammed forward, clenched my legs to the side of his head and came down with my knees.

I squirted inside his mouth as I gushed and came, bucking my hips up and down on the desk. He moaned, low and long, and flooded my mouth with his sweet, warm cum as he slurped at my pussy with his lips. I swallowed every drop, sucking away at his cock like a baby on mommy’s tit.

We laid there in the 69 position for a minute and he kissed my pussy softly with his generous mouth. I nibbled on his cock with my lips and ran my tongue lightly around the head. He shivered and came up and sat beside me.

“Well, that was an interesting
talk
,” he said and chuckled.

I smiled and looked down and focused on my knee. It was still red from pressing against the side of his head. He took a piece of hair away from my face and twirled it around his fingers.

“Are you okay Kitten?” Michael asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. Worn out I guess,” I said and blushed.

Michael got off the desk and put his swim trunks back on.

“You stay in here as long as you want. I’ve got to get back to your mother. I promised her a swim,” he said.

I nodded and continued to focus on my knee.

He got to the door and turned back to me.

“Hey, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” I said and chuckled.

I sat on his desk staring at the books lining the walls for a bit. I hopped down off the desk on unsteady legs. I looked back at the desk and saw the unmistakable impression of my ass in the glossy mahogany of Michael’s desktop. A light knock came from the other side of the door.

“Kitten?” The door opened and Billy came in.

I spread out some of the books and walked to the other side of the desk and sat in Michael’s chair.

“Hey, what’s up?” I tried to sound normal, whatever the fuck that sounds like.

“What’s going on? You were in here with Michael for a while,” Billy said as he walked toward me.

My face felt hot. I know I was blushing. It was made worse I’m sure by trying to stop. I fidgeted with some of the books on the top of the desk trying to spread them out so they covered my ass print. I vowed at that moment to try and stop getting myself into situations that made me fidget. But I knew that was a lie. I’m not wired like you. Or maybe I am. Maybe we’re both wired wrong.