15 comments/ 51419 views/ 20 favorites Told You So By: darcysweet Authors Note - When I looked to post this story I really wanted to put it under an Oral Sex category as it's all about the power of a good cocksucker. But, sadly the good old BJ has become so sexually passé as to be rendered obsolete in categories. Well, this one is dedicated to the awesome cocksuckers out there; I don't think you're passé at all. --------------------------------- Four years at UCLA, two years at Stanford Journalism Grad School, beating thousands of other students for the privilege of interning at the New York Times. All her savings, sleepless nights, hard work and what, what did she have to show for it? Blow Jobs. Uh huh. Her first by line, the very first time she'd be paid to see her name in print would be smack bang under the headline 'Give THE Best Blow Jobs!' A proud moment for her parents—definitely one for the scrapbook. When Nikki had imagined herself a journalist she envisioned herself in the Woodward and Bernstein vein—an investigative powerhouse uncovering treasonous acts and dastardly business fraud. Pulitzer potential. Never. Never had she thought that her first act of research as a professional journalist would be to type the words 'how to give the best blow job' into Google. What did it say about the appalling state of humanity that in a .23.4 second search 23, 421, 327 results appeared? Obsessed, that's what it said. The whole stupid world was completely obsessed with sex. Not her though, not Nikki Fletcher. She didn't worship at the altar of lust. She was concerned with truth, hard work and diligence—things that actually mattered. And so even though it rankled, even though this article would never join her Curriculum Vitae she was determined to write the most comprehensive article on oral sex the world had ever seen. Clicking on a random link she recoiled as a high def full color picture of a woman hit with a face full of cum dominated her 22 inch screen. "Oh! My! GOD!" Nikki hadn't realized she'd said the words out loud until she heard the chuckle from the doorway. It was Mitchell Hayes, the journalist with whom she shared her office. He was lounging against the door frame and openly laughing at her shocked face. Technically, Nikki shared his office as he was her mentor and the more senior journalist but when Mitchell was out of the room—as he so often was—she liked to pretend it was all hers. "Now that's quite a load," Mitchell said in his world weary journalist voice. The calm, measured, slightly bored tone that seemed to unleash Nikki's internal scream. Of course he didn't sound shocked. Nothing shocked him. Mitchell's assignment for the upcoming edition of Aphrodite magazine was on the plight of women in war torn Afghanistan. No searching porn sites for him, Nikki thought with completely unprofessional resentment. As an award winning journalist with ten years experience Mitchell would no doubt do an outstanding job. She should've been grateful for having such a prestigious mentor, but the problem was that while Mitchell was a great journalist he was a pretty lousy mentor. The sum total of Mitchell's mentoring in the last three months Nikki had been employed at Aphrodite had been a few grunts, innumerable sighs and lots of weary head shaking. Oh, and the absolutely stellar advice, 'You're trying too hard.' Mitchell saw her as a burden, a try hard imposition on his oh so valuable time. "I heard you got the Blow Job assignment," Mitchell said not bothering to hide the smirk in his voice. He pushed off the doorframe and flopped into the nearest chair, pulling it up until it butted against the legs of Nikki's desk. "I'm sure you did," Nikki grit out between clenched teeth. Of course he was laughing at her, no doubt the whole office was laughing about it. She'd seen their faces at the Editorial Meeting, none of them even bothered to hide their glee. Little Miss Frigid writing about blow jobs. She knew what they called her, she just didn't care. Nikki was here to work not get involved in the never ending sexual play of the office staff. If that made her 'frigid', well, too bad! She didn't care. Really she didn't. What was she missing anyway? A few gropes ending in fairly ordinary messy sex. She'd done that at college. Sex was pointless. Absolutely pointless. "So you're researching," Mitchell said with a nod to her computer screen. Nikki hadn't changed the picture. She'd left the ecstatic cum-splattered face on her screen. Quite deliberately. He wasn't going to shame her or make her uncomfortable. She was a professional doing her job with pride—even if that job did entail trawling porn websites. "Yes I am," Nikki answered, trying hard to infuse her tone with the right mix of steely professionalism and disdain for his obvious question. "Is it just internet research or will you be taking a more personal approach?" She didn't rise to the bait, instead turning to face him, meeting his laughing gray eyes with a steely stare. "Well the initial research will be conducted here and then I'll hit the streets...of course." He choked slightly and brought his hand up to cover his mouth. She'd rattled him a little and it made her glad. "Aaaah...hit the streets?" he questioned in a slightly strangled voice. "Miss Kitty's," Nikki answered, speaking of the sex shop one block down from the Aphrodite offices. On her walk to work from the bus stop she passed the shop every day. There, Nikki thought she could get a professional opinion on the commercial aspects of oral sex. "Ah, Miss Kitty's," Mitchell said moving his hand down to rub his chin, "A wonderful establishment. Have you been there before?" "No. Of course not. I've had no reason." "No reason?" The questioning tone made Nikki realize she'd just admitted to having no sex life. Which was true but still, it wasn't something she wanted shouted about—not to Mitchell Hayes. He looked at her; she met his gaze until she could no longer stand to be the focus of his amusement and turned away. "So I'd better get back to it," Nikki said motioning towards her computer screen. "Yeah," Mitchell replied, leaning in to look closer at the 22 inch wide cum covered lips over her shoulder. She could feel his breath against her ear. It was hot and smelled of mint and man. It made her uncomfortable, so she leaned forward and clicked another link—desperate to be doing something other than feeling the nearness of him. Her screen filled instantly with a picture of a man sprawled on a two seater couch not unlike the one that sat under the window of their office. Between his legs, on her knees was a blond woman, her mouth lowered to suck at his erect penis. She wore a gray skirt, hiked up over her butt to reveal lacy white panties and thigh high stockings. Nikki pretended to be intent on the text that accompanied the picture, picking up her pen as if to write notes. The words floated in front of her eyes; really she was just trying to occupy her shaking hands. She wanted to turn off the screen and run from the room. Get away. Get away from Mitchell and the strange clenching feeling the picture had unfurled deep in her stomach. "Well then, I'll leave you to your research. I only came in to get my jacket. Oh, and remember what I always say, the best research is conducted in the field not on screen." He stood up, laughed and pushed back the chair. In four easy steps he had his jacket and was out the door. Leaving. Again. * * * * While Nikki had in no way believed herself to be some kind of sexual aficionado, the on line research she'd conducted had quite frankly (pun intended) blown her mind. Before pointing mouse to screen she'd been under the impression that fellatio was the simple act of putting mouth to penis until orgasm. Because of that assumption she'd been sure that filling three thousand words on blow jobs was going to be a stretch, but now, after a day on-line she wasn't sure where she could fit all her research. There was just so much out there, music, art, movies, taboo, fetishism, feminism, history and a whole commercial industry dedicated to oral sex. Which was why she was here today, standing outside the flashing neon lights of Miss Kitty's instead of continuing on in her usual way to work. She needed an insider's perspective, a professional to whittle down the information to the essential. Nikki took a deep breath and opening a door into a little mudroom. The first thing she saw was warning sign in thick red capitals 'OVER 18's ONLY'. Pushing through a multicolored glass bead curtain she was surprised to find the sight that she'd braced herself missing. Nikki had come prepared for the dirty and creepy—men in trench coats at plastic covered magazine racks and the overpowering smell of sweat and Lysol. There was none of that, just a busty woman in low slung faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt standing in a room that could have doubled as a set from Moulin Rouge—deep red carpeting, flocked wallpaper, velvet curtains and Louis XVI replica couches. The smell of sandalwood hung in the air. "Hi there honey, can I help you?" The voice matched the surrounds, lusty, deep with a trace of an accent. French by way of the South maybe? "Good morning. My name's Nikki Dean, I'm a journalist at Aphrodite Magazine. I'm here to do some research for an article I'm doing. Do you have time to answer some questions?" "Sure do, I'm Anna LaFleur. What's your article on honey?" "It's umm," she cleared her throat and continued, "oral sex...more specifically the act of fellatio." Nikki felt her face glow red. Anna's laugh, deep and velvety, matched the surrounds. "How're you going to write about it sugar if you can't even say it?" She motioned towards a set of couches in the corner of the room. "Have a seat." Anna remained standing, she placed a hand on a curvy hip and asked, "So you work at Aphrodite. Do you know Mitchell Hayes?" Nikki gave a short sharp nod, not surprised that this beautiful sexy woman knew Mitchell. Of course she knew Mitchell. "He's my mentor, we share an office." "Share an office do you? Are you close?" "No!" From the look on Anna's face Nikki thought that maybe she'd been a little too vehement in her response but there was something in the way the woman had said the word close—an implication—that put her back up. The uncomfortable silence that followed her outburst was finally broken by Anna's quiet query, "Do you want some Iced Tea?" Nikki let out the breath she'd been holding in a sigh. "Yes. Thank you Ms. La Fleur that would be lovely." "Please, let's just be Anna and Nikki. This," she said with an expressive wave of her hand, "is no place to be formal." Nikki nodded shakily and watched Anna disappear through a beaded curtain near the sales counter se wasn't really thirsty but Anna getting the tea bought her some time to get her bearings. She couldn't believe she'd stumbled over the words like that, not after she'd practiced them in the mirror last night over and over, training away her natural inclination to blush. 'Training accounts for squat in the real world', Mitchell's words on her first day of work rang through her head. It irked her that his cynical dismissal of her academic achievements had proved so right on her very first assignment. Anna returned with a tray carrying a green glass jug of icy sweet tea and two tall glasses. She placed the tray on a small round table and poured two glasses. Handing a glass to Nikki she said with a wry smile, "There, that ought to take some of the heat out of your face." "Oh, thanks." "I'm just teasin' you sweetie. I'm a blusher too. Mind you it takes somethin' quite special to make me blush these days." As she spoke Anna made a sweeping motion with her arm, drawing Nikki's focus to the wall stocked entirely with mindboggling array of dildos and vibrators. On the top shelf sat a huge black penis the size of a small Shetland Pony. Nikki—unable to tear her eyes away from the pony sized phallus—nodded without making eye contact, causing Anna to laugh once more. "I think you should ask your questions Nikki, before your head explodes." "Oh, yes," Nikki said, reaching in to her satchel to pull out her binder of research and a pen. Her binder was color coded into sections tagged with the relevant headers. She saw Anna raise an eyebrow as she saw the Miss Kitty tab. "Aren't you a busy little beaver?" "I like to be organized." The brow rose even higher. "So I see. I'm curious Nikki, what do you know?" "I've got several 'how to' articles, written and pictorial guides and a psychological study on oral sex and fetishism, an historical analysis of oral sex references in film and literature and..." Nikki's explanation was caught short by a gentle hand placed on her thigh. "You misunderstand me sugar, I'm interested in what you know?" "Me? Know? About this?" "About fellatio, oral sex, blow jobs. Yes, Nikki what you know." "I'm not exactly sure how what I know is relevant." "It's relevant to me. You want information from me. The cost of it is a little tit for tat. You tell me something, I tell you something. Understand?" Nikki's mouth went dry. Anna still hadn't moved her hand. It rested on her thigh, gently moving in circles across the silk of her skirt. "Think of it as payment. Payment for information. Journalists sometimes pay informants don't they?" Payment with personal information. Was that ethical? Should she? She thought of Mitchell. He'd laugh at her indecision. He'd do anything for a story. She couldn't go back to the office and say she'd failed here, he'd expect it, they all would. What damage could it do to share a little information with this woman? "Alright. Question for question." "Have you sucked cock?" The sudden crudeness made her flinch, she stammered, "I....yes...of course I have." Nikki thought back to the last time and fought the shudder. College party, his room, her drunk. Dirty floor, knees on sticky carpet. The smell of beer, stale sweat and unwashed sheets. His jeans open, meaty hand pushing her down, hard on her neck, forcing her at his erect penis. Gagging. She shook it off, shook off the memory and turned back to Anna who had obviously been watching her intently. "What portion of your sales are Fellatio related?" "I'm afraid I'm not as efficient as you Nikki, I haven't got specific figures, but I can go through the products if you want to walk with me." "Sure. Yes. Thanks." Nikki left her binder on the couch and followed Anna. "Here we have our tongue vibrators." She picked up a silicone tongue-shaped sheath. "It fits over your tongue and vibrates, adding another dimension to the oral experience. There's a variety of sorts, some sheaths, some not. There's the Tongue Joy, Tongue Dinger, Tongue Teaser, all slightly different but with the same intent." Intent on the display, Nikki was surprised by Anna's next question, "Did you like it? His cock in your mouth?" Multiple questions, not strictly what they'd agreed upon but because she wasn't up to arguing, Nikki decided to answer, "No. I didn't. He pushed me down...down on him. I couldn't move. He held me down...I choked. It was...it was nasty." "It was out of your control. You like control don't you?" Nikki didn't reply and Anna didn't push. Instead she walked her over to another section. "These condoms and lubes specifically cater to oral sex." "How?" "Spermicide tastes bad honey. A good flavor can make all the difference. Name a flavor, we have it, from Mint to Mojito. Even sugar free for the diabetic or dieting." "Sugar Free?" Nikki couldn't believe it. "Exactly how much are you consuming to need sugar free?" Anna laughed, "I've wondered that myself. Do you like oral sex? Do you like to be licked?" Anna's hand was on her again. This time pushing back a curl that had escaped her chignon, tucking it behind her ear. "I've never..." Nikki lowered her eyes and shook her head. "Never been licked? Oh honey, that's just criminal." "Umm, what do you need the lube for? Wouldn't the mouth provide lubricant?" "Well that's a nice segue into the next set of products." Anna took her hand and guided her back to the wall of products that sat under the Shetland sized penis. "The lube is for your fingers and for these dildos and vibrators." Nikki flushed neon once more. She'd read this yesterday. Read it and abandoned it just as quickly. How exactly did anal become a part of Oral sex? Inserting things, it just didn't seem right. "Prostate play amps up a good blow job into the spectacular." "Right. Good." "So did you want to see?" "See what?" "How this all works." Visions of Anna on her knees giving head flashed before her eyes. Dark hair spilled across strong thighs. Mouth open, wet tongue licking, pink swollen lips. Yes. Yes she wanted to see. "I've got DVDs," Anna said, pulling Nikki out of her graphic daydream. Oh DVDs, of course. Not her. A DVD, not Anna. Why was she disappointed? Where had that come from... the need? The want to see Anna on her knees? "Do you want to see one now?" "Right now?" "Well you're here, so you may as well. Unless you want to come back. Or you could buy one if you wanted. Watch it at your leisure." "I could, I should. Yes I will. I'll watch one now. And buy it and the other stuff. The other stuff you showed me. Can you box it up and I'll feature it in the article." "I wasn't angling for a sale Nikki. I'm happy to just help you." "I know. I know. I was going to buy it online anyway. I may as well support local business." Nikki rifled through her bag and pulled out her purse. Handing her credit card to Anna she said, "Put it all on here." Anna took the card and nodded. "Alright then. I'll set you up in a privacy room with a DVD and you can watch while I get the products together." She went behind the counter for a while. Nikki waited nervously. When she returned she offered Nikki her hand, with fingers entwined Anna led her through a set of heavy red drapes into a hallway with six doors. "These are our playrooms. We rent them out by the hour." She opened the first door on the right. It was painted bright shiny red with an ornate gold knocker and door handle. Inside was a daybed, a vintage leather wing backed chair and ottoman. In the corner was an old fashioned sink with brass taps and exposed pipes. On the wall hung a giant plasma screen TV. Anna picked up the remote that was resting on the arm of the chair. "Where's the DVD player?" Nikki asked. "It's all computerized. I set it up already, all you have to do is press play on the remote." Anna opened the door and stood in the doorway, her hand resting lightly on the ornate doorknob. "The door locks as it closes. The room is soundproofed. You press the button here to unlock. OK?" Nikki nodded looking at the red button beside the door. "If I need you I'll knock." She demonstrated by banging the heavy knocker. The loud thump made Nikki jump. Anna smiled and turned to go, the door almost closed before she reopened it, looked at Nikki and said, "I was going to choose you something instructional, we've got those 'How to' DVDs, but instead I chose this, I think it's just right for you." The door closed with a click. Leaving Nikki alone with whatever Anna had chosen—just for her. She sat in the wing backed chair, it smelled like leather cleaner, a relief as Nikki had just been wondering about the last person who had sat in this chair, and what they had done. The screen flicked to life with a thumping backbeat of sultry electronic music. The words Blowing It came up, in ornate flowing script. Told You So The voice over was sultry, a woman's voice accented not unlike Anna Lafleur's voice. "I love to suck cock. On my knees I'm in control. I have him in my mouth, at my mercy. He thinks it's all about him, that his cock penetrating my mouth is the center, but it's not, he's not. It's all about me." The owner of the voice came on screen. Lush, curvy, buttoned tight in a prim grey suit, with surprisingly little cleavage showing. She was sexy, but elegant with none of the usual cliched porn affectations. She looks like me, was Nikki's first thought, just like me. Nikki watched her walk through the hallway of a busy office. She seemed intent, sparing only brisk nods to her passing co-workers. Focused on getting to her work, Nikki thought, just like me. The voice over continued. "He thinks he chose me. That he's in control, but he's wrong. I chose him. I decided to take him because I wanted to watch him fall apart. To hear him beg, to feel him lose his precious control, lose it to my mouth. He thinks he's so world wise, that he's got all the answers, but he doesn't. When I have him in my mouth I am the answer. I am the answer to everything." Her voice faded into the music. The last line reminded Nikki of Mitchell and she squirmed in her seat. She thought of him losing control, of cracking his composure, losing his world weary smile and making his condescending tone becoming a desperate plea. Nikki watched the woman on the screen take her seat at her desk. Boot up her computer. The voice over continued. "He thinks it's just sex, but it's not, it's more than that. He's addicted to me. To my mouth, to the heights that I can take him, to the depths that I make him endure. I'm a drug. A drug he craves, that he cannot do without." Hearing that voice, Nikki couldn't sit still, she was too restless, hyperaware of her body. Her skin felt too tight, she ached. She ached and she didn't know why. She needed... She wanted... She wanted to touch herself. She had to relieve the ache between her legs. The throbbing, building sweet ache that had suddenly become the very center of her body. "He calls me in, I know his schedule. I make it so I know when he has enough time, but he's never sure. He's never sure if there's enough time, but he wants it too much to ever stop. I keep him on edge, all the time wondering worrying if he has enough time to come, if his next appointment will arrive at any minute. I've done it to him before, brought him to the edge over and over and then stopped at the knock on the door. Left him hard, aching, and desperate to come. When I leave him like that I go back to my desk. While he suffers through the next round of meetings I slip my fingers under my skirt and make myself come. He thinks it's unplanned, that it's all just a passionate affair. He doesn't know how I play him, how much I love playing him." Nikki watched the woman on screen stand up from her desk, smooth down her skirt and enter his office. The man sat on a couch—dressed in a suit, no jacket, just the business shirt, tie and pants—talking on the phone. A couch like the one in her office. In hers and Mitchell's office. The man nodded at her. A brusque self assured movement. Just like Mitchell. Nikki didn't want to think of Mitchell but she couldn't seem to help it. The man on the screen motioned to the woman with a lazy sweep of his hand. He waved her to the guest chair at his desk, but she didn't take it, instead she moved in front of him. She sank down on to her knees. Nikki watched him grip the phone tighter, watched his jaw drop in surprise and his knuckles whiten. He shook his head and Nikki saw him mouth the word 'Wait' at the woman, but she didn't wait, she opened his zip and pulled out his penis. His erection. The hard flesh that protruded from the open fly made a mockery of his feeble protests. He was hard, he wanted this. He wanted her. Nikki knew it. The woman knew it too, she held the erect shaft and looked up at him and mouthed the word 'Yes." "I like to take off his pants, but I stay clothed. Sometimes I let him see my breasts, and other times I refuse. I play the innocent. I blush and hold my blouse tight. He likes that—when I play the coquettish school girl. But even when I play the submissive, even when I'm supplicated at the altar of his cock. I am in control. He is naked, He is vulnerable and I am in control." Nikki watched her intently, just like the man onscreen. Together they watched the woman as she undid her suit jacket and pulled open her blouse. Watched as her breasts spilled out of her bra. Soft, full, pink-tipped mounds. Without conscious thought Nikki's hands made their way to her own chest and she cupped her breasts. Splayed her fingers to hold their full weight. As she watched the bared breasts of the woman on her knees Nikki ran a thumb around the hardened nipple that poked against the crisp fabric of her business shirt. When her thumb grazed the puckered tip the feeling shot through to her very center. She could no longer stand it. Couldn't take the throbbing ache between her legs. She had to touch herself. Nikki pulled at her skirt, hitching it up over her thighs until it tucked up in a bunch at her hips. As she watched the woman take that cock in her mouth, red lips descending down the hardened shaft, Nikki snaked a finger under the elastic of her panties. She spread her legs wide and slipped a finger into her wet slit. She found it slippery a little well of warm pooled warm oil, hot and wet, so wet. Never had she been so wet. Eyes stuck on the screen, she nodded her head in time with the mouth that sucked and kept the same rhythm with the finger that slicked against her clit. Pulsing electric waves shot from her core, through her, overtaking, consuming. She bit her lip, lost, lost to the need to come. To come with him. The need to see him come, shoot across the woman's swollen lips like the photo from the website. The voiceover stoked the need, like fuel to a fire. That sultry voice mesmerized, teased, as if a stroke against her heated skin. "I hear him pant. He pushes, pushes up into my mouth because he cannot sit still. Him who sits above us all is now beneath me. He's in my control. He's nothing but this cock. This shaft of heat that I control. That I possess. Watch him. Watch him as he falls, falls, falls." Nikki watched. Watched the woman pull back until his cock and her fingers took up the full screen. She watched the hand stroke, spit-wet fingers and glistening cock. The camera panned out wider. He arched, his hips came up off the couch, he grunted. The noise filled the room. Heaving breaths and desperate low moans sounded all around her. Some were his, some were hers. Nikki closed her eyes briefly to focus on the desperate noises. Animal sounds. Out of control. When she opened her eyes it was to spurting white cum. It jerked out of his red tipped, pulsating cock and onto the woman, onto her mouth, her chin and her breasts. As the cum hit her breasts Nikki came herself. Orgasmed with a never before experienced intensity. Shocked, she slumped back into the leather chair. Slid back on sweaty thighs. Her hands shook, her fingers dripped wet with the juices of her orgasm. She sat. Chest heaving, mind spinning until she noticed the small round table next to the Wingback chair. It was topped with tissues and hand sanitizer. She blushed, wondering how many others had needed the same conveniences. How many had done as she had in this very chair. She wiped her hands clean with shaking fingers. Standing up she straightened her skirt. She quickly gave up trying to smooth out the fabric. The gray silk was crumpled as if she'd slept in a dumpster. Beyond repair. After wiping down herself and the chair and disposing of the tissues, Nikki pressed the buzzer for Anna. After a brief moment the door opened and Anna looked in with a smile, "How was it?" she asked. "What?" With one arched eyebrow slightly raised she asked, "The DVD Nikki, how was the DVD?" "It was..." Nikki didn't know how to answer, what to say to that question so she instead said, "It was very informative." "I showed you a taster. Just a segment from a DVD called Oral Anthology. I could add the DVD to your order if you think you might need more..." Anna looked up and down Nikki's crumpled suit, tilting her head as she finished her sentence with a pointed drawl, "information." Nikki felt her face glow red hot, "That would be great." She couldn't get out of there soon enough. * * * * Nikki didn't return to the office until she'd stopped to purchase a new skirt. It didn't exactly match her jacket but at least it was pressed and unstained. She was relieved to find her office empty. No Mitchell. For the first time since she'd worked at Aphrodite Magazine Nikki closed the blinds that faced out to the rest of the open plan office. She didn't want to see out and definitely did not want anyone to see in. She wanted to be alone. Alone with her thoughts—alone with the DVD. The DVD that she found herself taking out and putting back in Miss Kitty's brown bag over and over. She'd been arguing with herself now for half an hour. She couldn't watch it at work, could she? Yes she could. It was work, wasn't it? Work doesn't make you feel like that, her internal devil's advocate chimed in on the argument. So, if she couldn't watch it at work then maybe she should take it home. Take it home now. Work from home. Other people in the office worked from home. If she took it home right now to watch it would be because of work. Wouldn't it? No it wouldn't. It would be because she wanted to come again. Come hard watching that mouth descend over and over. That awful simple truth shocked her and ended the internal argument. She would not go home. She would not watch the DVD at work. She was still holding the DVD case when she heard it. A banging noise and muffled cursing. Mitchell had obviously not expected the door to be locked and had run into it. Quickly tossing the DVD back in the bag Nikki jumped up. "Sorry. So sorry," she said as she unlocked the door to a visibly annoyed Mitchell Hayes. He had a hand on his temple, where he'd just hit his head on the locked door. "Are you hurt?" "No I'm fine. What were you doing that you needed the door locked?" Nikki blushed, it burned so hot it felt like it a flash fire consuming her whole body. "Nothing. Just working...I didn't want to be disturbed." He looked at her but said nothing, just stared. The intensity of his stare made her feel guilty—as if he knew. But he didn't, he couldn't. He broke the stare with a little shake of his head and one of his condescending half smiles. "I've got some reading, I'll be on the couch, but don't worry. First I'll lock that door again so your important work won't be interrupted." His tone made her angry. Why wouldn't she need privacy? Who was he to think that she wasn't working, that her work wasn't as important as his? He sat down on the couch, knees wide, sprawling across it like he owned the whole damn office. Nikki went back to her desk and opened her research file. Doing so made her realize that he hadn't even asked about her research. Some mentor. The longer she sat watching him the more she seethed. The more bothered she became. Each angry thought added tinder to the fire of her growing fury. She wanted to yell, rage at his indifference. Make him notice. It hit. Just like that it hit her. How to show him, how to teach him a lesson. She stood up. Pushed back her chair with a shove. He didn't look up. Why would he? She wasn't important. Not to him. Not to the great Mitchell Hayes. She picked up the brown paper carry bag from Miss Kitty's and carried it over to the couch. She dropped it on the floor just inches from his boots. Mitchell didn't even look down at the bag. He didn't seem to notice her at all. He was holding up a map, it was dirty and crumpled. Marked with pencil lines and scrawled notes. She stood in front of him, waiting, waiting for him to notice her. When he finally did he didn't speak, didn't ask what she wanted instead he just raised a mocking eyebrow. She dropped to her knees. He frowned, tilted his head. He wore khakis and a worn brown leather belt. The belt opened easily as did the fly of his pants. White boxer briefs were under the open khakis, under the snug fabric she saw the outline of his penis. She traced it first with a finger, running the tip along the soft length of him. She heard him gasp, but still he said nothing. She'd shocked him into silence. With two hands she wrenched at the sides of his khakis, pulling both the pants and the briefs down to his knees. One by one she removed his boots and socks and tossed them away from the couch. The pants were gone next; when he was bare assed she looked up at him and issued her first order, "Take off your shirt." He pulled the blue polo up over his head and threw it so that it landed on top of his boots. Now he was naked. Naked and vulnerable while she was still clothed. Clothed and in total control. His dick had hardened now, lengthened and stiffened until it poked up, butting against the golden hair of his stomach. Nikki came forward on her knees, closer until she nestled between his thighs. With her eyes on his face she reached out and took hold of his erection and slowly, slowly brought her lips down to kiss the tip. He shuddered. Shuddered at her touch. A bolt of triumph surged through her, a fiery flicker that came to rest and throb at her wet center. With her tongue she rimmed the fleshy helmet, around and around she swirled as he arched his hips. He wanted more, but he couldn't have it, couldn't force it because this was her show. She was in control. She was in charge of his erection, of his orgasm, of his pleasure. It was all hers. Nikki flicked her tongue along the salty droplets that formed on the slit. He groaned, so she did it again, this time pushing the tip of her tongue as if she could force herself inside that little opening. He cursed and when he squirmed away she grabbed his hips and held fast and sucked him into her mouth. "Nikki,oh yeah, Nikki," he hissed her name and she loved it. There was no tone now. No condescension. Just desperation. Down, down her wet sucking lips descended. She took him deep, as deep as her mouth would allow. He was squirming, arching up and moaning her name but she wanted more. She wanted his total submission, she wanted to take him. Own him. While she sucked she reached Miss Kitty's bag and found what she needed. Nikki placed the item on the floor near her knees. The tube was easily opened with a flick of her fingers. While he writhed beneath her mouth she coated the fingers of her right hand in strawberry daiquiri lube. She slicked his cock and balls with the slippery substance from tip to end. As she massaged the sweet flavor across his taut skin he moaned, gasping when she coated his balls slipping her palm over the sensitive skin and her fingers behind to push between his ass. Not giving him any time to protest she slicked a slippery fingertip into his tight asshole, breaching the ring of muscle. He jumped at the intrusion, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. She pushed one finger deep and when she heard him groan and the tight nether mouth relax she added another. Two fingers slipped easily into his asshole. The greedy little mouth sucked them in, as if asking for more. He spread his legs wider and shifted forward on the couch unconsciously allowing her more access. He was tight, so tight and she wondered whether he'd ever done this before. The idea that she was the first turned her on and she felt a surge of heat settle between her legs. She wanted to know. Needed to know. Pulling her mouth back from his cock she looked up and asked, "Do you like this?" while pushing her fingers deeper into his ass. "Oh god, yes! Yes. Yeeees," he moaned. "Have you done this before?" He shook his head. He seemed unable to speak Pleased she curled her finger and found what she sought. He stiffened and cried out as she pushed in little circles against the walnut of his prostate. The research she'd done yesterday appeared to be right, pre-cum flowed from the tip of his cock and Mitchell moaned as though he had found sexual nirvana. Nikki watched in fascination as his cock jerked and flowed. She licked the tip clean and still more appeared. It seemed endless. "Oh please. Please Nikki." She flicked her eyes away from his flowing cock and up to Mitchell's face. It was red and his eyes were pinched as if he was in unbearable pain. His hair was wet with sweat as was his face. He was completely out of control. Sweaty, writhing, begging, she loved it. "Please what Mitchell?" Nikki asked while flicking out her tongue to again tease the head of his cock. "Please, please let me come. Nikki... need to come...need to..." Because she wanted to—not because asked—Nikki lowered her head and took him deep into her sucking mouth. Rhythmically spearing her fingers into his ass, she continued to suck his cock. He groaned. Grunted like an animal. Like the man in the DVD. He jerked his hips and cried out like a wounded beast. She felt him pulse in her mouth and around her fingers as he came. The moment his cum hit her tongue she regretted not unbuttoning her blouse. She would have liked to feel the hot spray on her breasts. Next time, she thought to herself as she licked the pulsing head of his cock clean, I'll do it next time. * * * * Mitchell was now dressed and sitting at his desk but he still felt stripped. The room smelled like strawberries and sex. He was alone. Nikki had gone, not long after she'd emptied his balls. The woman had drained him. Shit, his legs barely worked. He wasn't sure he'd be able to get to the elevator unaided. After sucking him dry she'd just up and left. Left him naked and spent on the couch. She'd said not a word. Not a goddamn word. Just a little smile that said it all. She'd owned him. Totally owned him. It was the best damn sex of his life and he hadn't even seen her tits, let alone touched her pussy. Little Ice Queen Nikki Fletcher had turned out to be a big surprise—well to him anyway. With that thought he punched a number on his speed dial. She answered the phone in one short ring—no doubt she'd seen the caller ID and couldn't wait to gloat. "I only take cash," she answered the phone, her tone tinged with victory, "no credit for the likes of you." "I know." "I don't know why you ever bet against me Hayes. You always lose." It was true. Every single time he'd bet against Anna LaFleur he'd lost. But he was so sure that he couldn't lose when she'd bet him at lunch that Nikki Fletcher would give him the best blow job of his life. He'd laid down $200, hoping to recoup some of the losses from his last poker night with Anna. $200. This time the idea of handing over the money didn't feel like losing. "She took you on the couch?" "Did everything you said." And more, he thought, but he wasn't about to share that. Damn, how good had that been? "Best in your life?" "Yep, best blow job ever." "Told you so." --------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed Anna, Mitchell and Nikki. This is part of a 'Wanna Bet' series all about paying naughty forfeits. Check out 'Painted into a Corner' and 'You Bet Your Ass!' if you're interested in reading more. Big thanks to Gatorhermit for once again giving me an insight into the male perspective and of course my Mistress Red Pen for her grammar discipline. Told You So Please vote and comment. It makes this smutty girl ever so happy when you do. Go on, lay some sugar on me. darcysweet xxx Told You, You Wanted It "That's it, come here." It's at this moment that Sam couldn't understand how she'd gotten into this predicament in the first place. On her back, held down by big hands on her chest, with someone completely content to take advantage of her. Smart, Sam. Smart. "I'm not letting you go until you cum, you know..." The man above her wasn't even a person at all to her, right now. He was a force. Didn't matter who he was, he was the shadow of empowerment (and her powerlessness) as he held her down and made her do what she didn't want to do. His hand slipped hers around his cock through his pants, and moved her hand up and down as she felt him grow bigger and bigger, right in the palm of her hand. His pants were wet, and so was her hand now. "Just let me GO, Ryan! I won't tell mom and dad." Sam's eyes flashed with indignance and glittered with tears. She knew exactly how she ended up like this, and it was her own damn fault. Ever since she'd noticed that hardness of his, under his pants, whenever she was around, life in the house of the Mason family had never been the same. Every day had become a challenge of sexual prowess to her - and an absolute cock-tease, for him. She just never thought he'd do anything about it. "Oh no, I think you need it. I think you want it." Ryan's hands held onto his sisters' breasts as he looked down on her with an air of predatory detachment. She wasn't his sister, and he wasn't her brother at this moment. The past mornings' worth of strategic moves flashed through Sam's mind as she realized just what was happening. All the exposed parts of her body from her carefully picked - scantily clad - outfit, felt colder. Inside, she even felt cold. She knew the last straw had been when she'd come into his room and tossed his laundry onto his bed, purposefully dropping some on the floor to bend over and pick up. He'd gotten a nice view of her heart shaped ass, and her chubby little pussy beneath the thin short shorts she'd picked, and he'd gotten a hard-on. She had asked for it. And now, she was getting what she'd asked for. "You like to tease, little sis. That's not nice." His hands were everywhere; up her shirt, around her hips... She opened her eyes the second she felt his tongue on her neck, licking up her face to her lips. That's when her body broke into a desperate fury - pushing him off of her as hard as she could. She used her legs to knock him off of his perch atop of her - for a second. Before she could even get back upright and off the bed, he'd grabbed her waist and pinned her back down - only this time, he was straddling her and holding her wrists at her head above her as she whimpered for mercy points. Even that had no effect, though. He could read her better than anyone, and she was indeed acting. Did she really want this? Is that why she couldn't muster up enough to make real tears? "Now play along like the good little slut that I know you are, and take this cock into those pretty lips of yours, hm?" They stared each other in the eyes; her chest heaving, and his face hard and unreadable. "-No." In the instant those words left her mouth, she heard a sound. It took a few moments for her to realize that it was the impact of his hand upon her face, slapping her head to the side. Had he - had he really done that?! Her cheek was on fire. "Take my cock, bitch. I've heard you in your room, begging for it. You've been begging for it for months. And now you're in my room, begging for it. It'd be mean not to give it to you...' "No, Ryan, I wasn't - " - SLAP. Shock - pure, unadulterated shock, overwhelmed her small frame. Who was this guy?? Her all too familiar brother had turned into someone else entirely. Everything seemed all too silent. She could even hear the clock in the living room tick away at the emptiness of the house. She didn't dare move - even the sound of his paused video game seemed eerily frozen in time. "You aren't even wearing a bra, are you? Tisk tisk, sis." His fingers ran circles over her hardened nipples, through the impossibly thin tank top she was wearing. She turned her head to the side in shame, as his fingernails tickled her sensitive buds to life, even more. "Uh huh. Exactly what I thought. You like your big brothers fingers on your nipples." Ripping her shirt down and exposing her breasts, he let go of her wrists and began massaging them and rolling her hardened nips in his fingers until he heard a long shuddering breath leave her lips. Her slammed shut, trying with all her might not to think about all the times she'd wanted this. "Say it. Say you want my cock again," His voice got soft and reminiscent, "I heard you last night, you know... Begging for me to give it to you in your pussy..." Ryan's fingers twirled a loop into his little sisters' curly red locks in uncharacteristic gentleness. Sam was pretty sure her entire body was blushed, and she was in turn horrified. Of course he'd been listening - she'd unconsciously ensured it, as a matter of fact. Moaning into the darkness - legs spread with her fingers beneath her panties, working manically as she imagined fucking her brother... "Ryan, we can't. I'm your sister..." He laughed. The SOB laughed. Then he pulled his pants down. "It isn't stopping me, is it? I'm going to take my teasy little sissy's pussy whether she wants me to or not. But I think we both know you want me to." His hand ran down her stomach, tickling her muscles into contraction as he slipped his palm down inside her exercise shorts. She felt his fingers part her lips, and tickle her sensitive bud. There was nowhere to go; he had her down, and she couldn't do a thing about it, even if she had the will to leave. Part of her treacherous body didn't want to go anywhere; the confusion about that fact knawed at the forefront of her thoughts. "Oh and by the way - you're going to like it." Slowly he pulled his hand out from inside of her, and pushed his digits into her mouth. They were wet, and she could taste her own saltiness mixed with the metallic taste of his fingers. Automatically her lips closed around them and sucked. Her cheeks radiated heat, but what's more - so did her wettened pussy as her hips ground up into his thighs naturally. "Good girl. Now, suck my cock." The big red tip of his dick moved up towards her lips. God, how she wanted to lick it. How many times had she imagined her brother's cock? Reality was much more satisfying, and yet she just looked up at him, waiting for another order. She hadn't the courage to take it. "C'mon, Samantha. There's no hiding it anymore, we both know you want to." Time ticked away eternally with each second, and to Ryan's great surprise - her lips parted and her tongue came out, tentatively running up and down his shaft excruciatingly slowly. A smile broke out on the corners of her lips, and he knew he had her. She sat up on her elbows and licked his cock up and down furiously, before taking his tip into her mouth with the full hunger she had for him. She engulfed his shaft as deep as she could take him, and sucked like a kitten with her eyes wide and bright, looking up at him with excitement. "You like that, little sis?" Her head nodded before she bobbed him into her mouth balls deep. She started to lie back down on her back; absolutely content with his cock in her lips as her eyes shut in pure ecstacy. So he followed - leaning over her as she worked away at his cock with delicious whimpers and moans. He could feel the vibrations of her voice on his dick as he pushed his hips into her, and he pushed himself all the way into her throat and held it. Seconds seemed like hours as he just held himself there, enjoying the feeling of his cock embeded in her nice little fuck hole. God, that felt good... She started to whimper and choke, so he pushed in deeper. Her throat enveloping his cock before he pulled out and let her breathe. He sat up on his knees and watched her pant sweet oxygen into her lungs before she licked her lips for more. "Ask nicely, and you can have some more." Ryan smiled to himself; she was his little plaything now. She'd do anything he wanted her to at this point, and he knew it. "Please Ryan, let me have some more of your cock?" "Get naked." He lay down on his back beside her, and let her do the work now; there was no need to hold her down anymore - his point had been made. Without hesitating, she slid her shirt up over her shoulders and slid her shorts off of her well defined ass. Soon she was bare naked on her knees on his bed - just waiting for an order... Exactly where he wanted her. "Suck me." Immediately she did as he said. Her lips parted and took his engorged cock into her them as her tongue ran circles around him. She was now giving him all she had, and wanted to impress. Her hand stroked his cock slowly as she sucked her cheeks tight around him and began going down on him in a rhythm that almost made him pop in her mouth. Instead, he held himself back and buried his fingers inside her swollen little cunt as she jacked him off with her entire body. Her hips jerking every so often as he explored all her sensitive spots with his fingers. He loved how wet he was making her... "Wanna ride your big brothers' cock, Samantha?" Her mouth held a suction as her eyes grew wide. She'd gotten so lost in sucking his dick, she hadn't thought about what might happen next. "We can't! Ryan! No, no... we can't do that!" Ryan sat up, and shifted himself ontop of her as she lie down beneath him, feeling irreparably guilty and helpless. "We can do whatever we want. And I want, to fuck you. Don't you want my dick inside your sweet little pussy, sissy?" His hardness pushed at the entrance of her pussy, sliding up and down on her wetness as every fiber of her being screamed from within. "Y-y yes s s s!" Her legs widened for him - open and inviting. Her hands were on his forearms, grabbing at him while she held herself as still as possible, too afraid to move. And yet, he didn't move. He smiled with a grin that could only be characterized by that of a cat over its' prey, teeth bared and ready to chomp. "Yes... what?" His sly smile and confident eyes watched as as his little sister processed what he was asking of her in her addled mind. Her lips parted to say something, then shut before opening again. "Please fuck my pussy, Ryan." He delved his cock into his sisters' cunt, pulling out again just to enter her a second time. She squeaked as he repeated over and over, filling her up anew again and again. Stretching her open one thrust at a time, slowly, making sure she enjoyed each and every stroke - before he filled her up all the way with his cock and held himself deep within her hole, enjoying the moment. Sam's hips jerked, desperate for movement from him; desperate for that friction that she loved so much. His arms scooped her up and lifted her up onto his lap, and he sat back against the wall with her buried ontop of his cock. "So, ride me sis. Show me what a good little slut you are." He could feel her pussy turn at his words - his naughty little fuck-toy loved being talked to dirty, did she? His hands held her body out from him so he could appreciate her nakedness, as she started grinding his cock up and down into her. Her entire body jerked when she saw her brother's eyes looking at her naked form like she was a piece of candy to be eaten. Her hands ran through her hair, her face to the side in shame, as she realized what she was doing, was was fucking her brother - and liking it. Her pussy tightened around his cock, and she let go of everything else; his hands on her hips were all that mattered - setting the pace for her deep fucking. She rode his shaft like she'd always wanted, and every time she popped her hips out, his cock was almost outside of her before she slammed him back into her body; each time, building up an invisible wall of arousal that would eventually topple down upon her. The little cocktoy loved it, he could tell. He just sat back and let her take him for a ride. Soon he didn't need to help her with a rhythm; she had her own - grinding him in and out manically, with no stopping. He felt himself building up for a massive release, and tilted his head back while his hands held onto her flopping, plump breasts. "Ryan, I'm going to cum on your cock!" His eyes found her terrified eyes, and his hands slid down to her pussy; his thumbs finding her clit, and pressed it between his thumbs tightly. "You cum when I say you can cum, slut." She almost exploded on him; he felt her release wetness on his cock and he jizzed into her. She kept up a rhythm of fucking as her hands found her nipples, and squeezed. "Are you a pain-slut, little sis?" Ryan's thumbs thrummed her clit in circles as her hips turned upwards, begging for more on her clit, at the same time burying him into her deepest chasms. She ground ontop of him, shuddering breaths escaping her lips as she tried desperately not to come. "P-p pleas e e Ryan, p please let me cum..." That's when he slapped her ass with one hand, secondarily grinding her hips into him. His hands held onto her cheeks and ate up the feeling as he felt her entire body quiver within his grasp. "You cum when I cum, understood?" He just enjoyed watching the twisted look on her face as she tried as hard as she could not to come. Slapping each of her breasts, Ryan looked down and watched as his cock entered her red little cunt - her pussy lips dragging on his prick with each thrust and retreat. His arms wrapped around her hips, pulling her breasts into his face, and he bit into her - hard - as he shot load after load into his sister. Screaming at the pain, yet twisted by the pleasure all in one: Samantha's pussy released a waterfall of wetness onto his cock as it spasmed inside of her, and she spasmed on top him with his arms locked around her hips; unmovable and connected together in the most feral way possible. Eventually he let her go, after he'd enjoyed the feeling of himself buried deep within his sister's cunt. Falling onto her back, sweaty, naked, and shaking, they both heaved heavy sighs of relief and disbelief. "I told you, you wanted it." Smiling back at her brother, Sam slammed her head back into the pillow. "And you were right..."