4 comments/ 66082 views/ 48 favorites A Warm Mouth By: eandg1 Mya didn't feel guilty, although she should have. She didn't feel shame, but she knew she was supposed to. She didn't feel disgust, but instead excitement. In that moment excitement was all there was....excitement, control, and empowerment. Well, that and the deep, sloppy sounds of contentment as she guided her warm mouth back and forth over the most impressive cock she had ever laid her eyes on. She could feel the object of her desire stir out of sleep as she forced herself to take him deeper and deeper. She heard him moan and knew she should stop before she was caught and her life was irreversibly changed but instead she moved one of her guiding hands and relocated to her crotch, unbuckling her jeans and sliding her hand down to feel the furnace. She should have ran when he bucked his hips into her mouth slightly, but instead she emulated his earlier moan, thinking to herself how amazingly slick the saliva covered balls felt in her free hand. Caught in the moment, Mya hardly noticed the strong hands sleepily reach down and cradle her head. Her pussy was on fire, her panties so wet they were probably ruined, and all she could think about was how good she felt...how powerful. She felt the fingers playing with her hair, wraping the strands at the base and tugging slightly, and she liked it – responding by rubbing her clit faster and taking the magnificently thick cock deeper. She felt the hips buck again; a little harder this time and a little deeper, and she relished it – she had always loved making guys feel good. Loved it so much in fact that she didn't notice the strong hands on the back of her head taking control, the fingers grabbing more and more tightly. She didn't realize what was happing until it was too late. A sudden, hard thrust of the hips and Mya's eyes filled with water. She pulled back equally as suddenly but felt the hands preventing her escape....preventing and then pulling her back in, forcing her soft mouth deeper and deeper. Another thrust and she could feel her throat tighten in protest as she gagged. Panic set in as she placed both hands on the bed to try to push herself away, but he was too strong. Every inch of ground she made with every ounce of strength in her body was taken from her again as he pulled her down with all his might while thrusting his giant cock back up at her. He buried his cock in her mouth to the hilt, deeper than she ever thought possible and her throat desperately tried to gag around it. When he released, she pulled up and a waterfall of spit cascaded down around his gorgeous shaft and balls. Mya would have been disgusted if she wasn't concentrated on breathing, she had to stop, she had to get out... He thrust again, equally as deep and once again she could feel her spit flowing over him. Tears flowed from her eyes, gone was the power and the control – replaced by fear. Well, fear and excitement. That still remained. Priorities had been very different for Mya two days earlier. A recent medical school graduate, she had been quite happen with her station in life: She had a great job, a bright future, and a boyfriend whom she very much loved and adored; Doug. He was handsome, fun, and they got along wonderfully – aside from the occasional squabble . And that was something that had been happening more and more lately – the squabbling. Mya was ready to get her ducks in a row. She had the education, the intelligence, the job, and the boyfriend; she wanted to settle down. Doug, on the other hand, wanted to keep on living with his roommate Drew and party on weekends. She knew he'd catch up eventually but resentment was seeping into their lives and causing all sorts of problems. Problems and fights. It was after one such fight early one morning as they were preparing to go for work that Mya had left in a bit of a huff, forgetting her precious iPhone as she did. She quickly realized the error and called Doug from the hospital, hoping he could drop it off after his (much shorter) work day. No such luck as he was intending to leave town on a golf trip that afternoon, but he assured her that Drew would be home or leave the door unlocked for her. Slightly annoyed she went back to her rotation to finish her shift. 8 pm rolled around and she drove back to Doug's, swearing that if the door wasn't unlocked she'd cut him off from sex for a week. Mya was an attractive girl – 5'7", D breasts, shoulder length dark hair, and very fit. Doug was also very attractive, but she kind of enjoyed cutting him off, making him work for it – she liked the power involved, knowing she was an intelligent and capable woman and that she could hold out longer than him. Nevertheless, she was very relieved when the door was indeed unlocked. The phone was right where she thought she left it; on the couch. She grabbed it and turned to leave, when a smell caught her attention – pot. Was Drew home? She called his name but heard nothing in reply. She slowly walked towards his room, and pushed the almost closed door open enough to see in...and what she saw changed her life forever. Drew was indeed home, earphones in, bong on his bedside table. Not suprising. What was, however, was that he was completely naked. Completely naked and stone cold fucking sexy. Drew worked construction and worked out but she had no idea his body was this good – toned, tanned and rock hard. Developed pecs, abs like a model, and most amazingly of all, a cock unlike any other she had ever seen. It must have been 9-10 inches long, circumcised, and almost as thick as a can. It almost looked muscular itself, with veins popping out all over it, a sight only further exaggerated by the sheen of pre-cum and lube. But more than anything, Mya couldn't believe how lost Drew was in pleasuring himself – legs spread wide, hand strongly and slowly pumping his Adonis-like cock...he was clueless to the world. She snapped back to reality and stepped away before he noticed her, worried about embarrassing him and herself...but she couldn't get it out of her mind. All of a sudden it all made sense; his swarmy confidence, the glazed over-morning-after look on the faces of the pretty little sluts that he'd brought over. Guy was hung like a horse. Yet, even more amazing to Mya was the affect it had on her. Mya prided herself on being smart, being deep, and being well rounded. She knew her physiology and knew cock size didn't matter. She knew that strong emotional connections were more important that the physical attractiveness of her partner, and she thought that her one friend that seemed to revere large cocks was quite frankly not very intelligent and very shallow. Yet, for the next 36 hours all she could think about was Drew; Drew jacking himself off, Drew fucking a number of the sluts she had seen him with, Drew fucking HER. When Doug returned she knew that her one time idea of pretending to be mad would never work out, she jumped his bones immediately, pushing him down on his bed, ripping his pants open and swallowing his little cock. Her mouth felt so...so...empty. Frustrated, she stradled his face, grinding her tight, waxed pussy against his handsome face, riding it, making him her slave. She was about to cum until she reached back and felt his half soft dick in her very disappointed hand. Things went on like that for an hour or so, fucking in different positions, only with Mya eventually being let down. Her pussy was still wet, she was still excited, but all she was thinking about was Drew in the room next to them, hopefully hearing them, and more importantly his giant cock. Doug eventually pulled out and came all over her supple ass, but Mya sadly was left wanting...and bitter. That bitterness would eventually eat at her all night and eventually lead to yet another fight. Out at the resteraunt they argued, and in the cab home Mya stewed. When they returned to the apartment she couldn't stomach the thought of sleeping next to Doug, but was too drunk to head home so she curled up on a couch in a blanket, fully clothed. Mya couldn't sleep – angry and bitter her thoughts wandered in the dark. Eventually she heard a key in the lock and could hear Drew's footsteps through the door. He sounded drunk and wanting to avoid an awkward conversation she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She heard the footsteps stop before the couch and Drew let out a little laugh at her misfortune before he stumbled into his room, and shut the door. She heard nothing further. For another hour Mya lay there, tossing, turning and unable to sleep. This time, however, it wasn't her bitterness keeping her up, it was the thought of Drew in his room. Was he playing with his magnificent cock? Why was he home so early and alone? Did some little slut tease him all night only to not give it up? Poor thing would have no idea what she was missing. Mya imagined Drew in his room, naked, gigantic cock in hand. He was furiously pumping it in frustration. Her hand was overtop of her pussy and she could feel the heat through her jeans. Every touch set off a fire as her mind wandered further and further until her imagination zeroed in on one scene – Drew, achieving self climax, his cock erupting like a firehose and shooting rope after rope of hot cum all over his god-like body. It was a stark contrast to the deposit of a few salty drops that Doug had left on her ass earlier, and it was enough to finally break her: she threw off the blanket and slowly walked towards Drew's room. It seemed like a trance, a blur. Mya knew what she was doing was wrong but she couldn't control herself. Quite frankly she thought she was just pushing the limits and wouldn't actually go though with anything....how wrong she was. She opened the door silently and padded to the end of the bed. Drew was out cold, naked on top of his sheets again. She crawled up at the foot of the bed and her eyes took In every inch of his glorious body...and his glorious cock. God, even limp it was a sight to behold. She leaned in to get a closer look and marvelled at the smell – like a wonderful musk, the organ just seemed to exude sexuality. She had never experienced anything like it and without any conscious thought her hand reached out to caress it. My god, the weight. His cock must have weighed 5 pounds. Lost in fascination Mya caressed it, marvelled at it, and traced the ridge of his head with her dainty finger. She was in too deep – her pussy was tingling, her nipples were becoming hard, and her mouth watering. And without really knowing what she was doing, Mya opened her mouth and took Drew's head into her warm hole. As soon as the taste hit her Mya was truly lost. Drew was hard and fully erect within seconds and Mya, well, Mya was somehow proud. She could feel the object of her desire stir out of sleep as she forced herself to take him deeper and deeper. She heard him moan and knew she should stop before she was caught and her life was irreversibly changed but instead she moved one of her guiding hands and relocated to her crotch, unbuckling her jeans and sliding her hand down to feel the furnace. She should have ran when he bucked his hips into her mouth slightly, but instead she emulated his earlier moan, thinking to herself how amazingly slick the saliva covered balls felt in her free hand. Little did she know how different things would be a minute later.... The assault was relentless and seemingly endless. Drew's cock would hammer into her mouth and throat with seemingly all the force in the world. She could feel the room spin around her and slightly darken as she gasped for breath around his swollen member, only to have it withdrawl right before she thought she would suffocate. Air would fill her lungs and relief would fill her body for a few short seconds before the cock would assault her again. Slick with mucous, saliva, and pre-cum the gigantic cock easily slipped into her bulging, stretched out throat. Mya felt helpless. Mya gave up, and Mya loved it. Soon she realized her hand was back down her pants. The wetness would have astonished her if she had her wits about her, but she sadly didn't. All of her being was concentrated on that cock. The cock that had fascinated her, the cock that had consumed her cock for the last day and a half, the cock that was now using her. For all her intelligence and education Mya had been reduced to this: A mouth. A warm, wet mouth for the world's most impressive cock...and she couldn't be more turned on. Drew's hands tightened on her head even further, he bucked even harder and he let out a guttural groan. Her mouth was instantly flooded with the hottest, saltiest cum she had ever tasted. She swallowed once and her mouth filled again. She swallowed a second time and it again filled. Almost in panic, she swallowed a third but it was filling too fast and she coughed. Drew's hands let go, and she pulled her head back, releasing his cock which fell back to his stomach with a hearty "plop". Catching her breath and regaining what little of her composure remained Mya couldn't help but notice Drew's softening cock was still shooting out small loads of cum which was pooling on his waist and abs. She started to get up to leave but hesitated...she wasn't finished. Lovingly and caringly Mya lapped up the cum and saliva from Drew's cock. She delicately licked every inch and crevice before placing a loving kiss on his facid shaft. Still in a daze, Mya left for the couch. As she lay there her mind raced: How could Drew not be awake? Was he? How could Doug not hear? Did he? Now she felt guilt. Now she felt shame. But more than anything, she felt that excitement. Mya slipped off her jeans and spread her legs as her hand wandered over her smooth mound and found her clit. She closed her eyes and secretly hoped someone would wander out and see. Anyone... A Warm Mouth Ch. 02 Doug looked down at his girlfriend on the couch - she was a mess. Her hair was everywhere and there was mascara running down her face: he could only imagine she'd been up all night crying as a result of the fight they had gotten in. Doug felt horrible and a little bit guilty - he loved Mya and even if they fought from time to time he decided he'd make more of an effort to be nicer. He decided not to wake her, gave her a kiss on her soft, salty lips and headed out for the day. "She'll call when she's up" he thought to himself. Mya woke up sore. Her back was stiff from the couch and her neck kinked from the lack of a pillow. More alarming though was that her mouth ached. "Shit" she mumbled to herself and reached her hand down between her legs. Yup, it was tender down there... tender, sticky, and still moist. The last thing she remembered was fucking herself in a frenzy until she had the most earth shattering orgasm she had ever experienced. The most SILENT earth shattering orgasm... that might have been a part of it. She felt terrible though, that meant it wasn't all a dream. That meant that she had actually snuck into Drew's room the night before. She had actually done those things. She had actually been violated. The feeling of helplessness returned and washed over her. The sounds of the night before rang in her ear - the heavy breathing, the gasping for air, the suction. The smells filled her nostrils - sweat, saliva, semen, and her own unleashed arousal. An arousal that was returning thinking about how she was used. An arousal that frightened her. Mya quickly started gathering her things to leave before seeing anyone. She grabbed her shirt, her jeans, and looked around for her underwear. She found them stuffed in-between the couch cushions and grabbed them... she froze. They were still soaking wet. What was wrong with her? She uncomfortably put them back on, got dressed and left. The next few weeks were hard. Within 24 hours of leaving the apartment she had spoken to Doug, made up with him, and invited him over to her place. They had make up sex the very next day... or rather "made love". Doug was annoyingly soft, sensitive, and caring. His penis was also annoyingly soft, short, and thin. At one point Mya got so frustrated after he finished that she took matters into her own hand and fucked herself right in front of him - a sign that convinced Doug that their sex life couldn't be any better. Mya, however, was on a different page. Not only was her sex life less than amazing but her adventures that night at Doug's hadn't quenched her thirst. If anything she fantasized about Drew more. She couldn't stop picturing his perfect cock, his amazing body, and the scene of his rock hard abs covered in copious amounts of his own cum. Cum that she swallowed so willingly and readily, even with her boyfriend only a few dozen feet away. But more than anything she just illogically found herself turned on by the fact that he was the type of guy who just didn't give a fuck - there was a mouth, and he used it without any regard to who's it was. It drove her crazy. As a result, she knew she had to stay away from Doug's house. She found excuses and she had him over to her place more often. Doug was pretty sure it was because she was trying to "lock him down" but in reality that couldn't be further from the truth - she didn't entirely trust herself. She soon discovered, however, that she couldn't control all the situations and as long as she was with Doug she'd have to see Drew. Their first encounter was around two weeks after the night on the couch. It was Doug's best friend's birthday and he Doug and Drew were having people over before heading out to the bar. Mya had thought of making an excuse but, determined not to live in fear, she showed up as expected. Honestly, it wasn't nearly as awkward or as horrifying as she had thought it would be. There was a couple of times she caught Drew looking at her and she instantly felt the hot feeling of fear wash over her - he knew. But then he'd go back to doing whatever he was doing and she'd convince herself that she was just reading into it too much. By the end of the night she could confidently tell herself that things were back to normal. Well, save for the tingle she'd feel when he was close. Drew, being the stereotypical stud was on the prowl as soon as they were in the bar - looking for anything attractive to try to stick his dick in. Mya, however, was surprised at her reaction to this. As she stared across the bar at him chatting up a pretty young blonde she felt an intense wave of jealousy wash over her... accompanied by an intense feeling of excitement. As much as she hated that blonde in that moment she couldn't help but be turned on by the thought of her being used by Drew. She scanned the girl over: long legs, fit, pretty face, tiny tits. Mya laughed to herself - she was still better. It made her feel better for a moment, but deep down inside she longed to switch places... poor girl had no idea what she'd be in for, but Mya did and Mya wanted it. Soon the bar was empty, Drew and the blonde we gone, and Doug was just finishing up playing pool. He took Mya's hand in his and they left for the quick walk home. Well, it would have been quick if Doug wasn't stumbling every which way. Mya sighed... not going to get it up at all tonight. They reached the apartment and retired quickly. As Mya had guessed, Doug was in no shape for any fun. He rarely was but she was hoping to get at least something going on - drunk Doug was fun to boss around. She closed her eyes and tried to doze off but sleep eluded her and was instead replaced by curiosity. Was Drew home now? With the blonde? Mya lay in bed for fifteen or so minutes and could swear she could hear the familiar sounds of sex faintly. After what seemed like forever Mya decided she'd just go a little closer and see if her ears were playing tricks on her. She got up and silently crept out of the room, tip toeing into the kitchen to "fetch a glass of water". Instead she stopped dead in her tracks... she could hear it. The creaking of the bed, the panting, the moaning, hushed voices. She crept up to Drew's door and was surprised to see it open a crack - who does that? She steeled herself, built her courage and peered in. The room was dark save for a lamp, Drew was poised on the bed in all his muscular glory and the blonde from the bar was in front of him, on her knees and facing away. Drew, behind her, was absolutely pounding his thick rod into her and sheen of sweat covered the two of them. More so on the girl. From the look on the blonde's face she found Drew's cock to be just as worthy of adoration as Mya did - her expression was one of vacant ecstasy. Mya scanned over her and noted to herself how attractive the girl really was - blonde, pretty, no tits to speak of, but perfect nipples. Extremely fit and completely hairless. The kind of girl most guys would kill to fuck. Mya couldn't see from this angle but she imagined the girl to have a bald, tight little pussy. A bald tight little pussy that would probably never be the same. Mya hated the girl and felt for her all at the same time. The smell wafting from the room was intoxicating -raw, unadulterated sex. It made Mya's head foggy and made it hard for her to think. If she didn't know any better she'd assume that it was some sort of animalistic pheromone clouding her mind... well, she would if she could get her thoughts together. Instead, well... instead she did something dumb. She pushed the door open a bit to get a better view. She pushed the door open a bit to get a better view and it caught Drew's eye. Drew and Mya locked eyes, he on the bed fucking the life out of some bar slut, Mya in the doorway watching with her mouth-watering. Mya's whole body tensed up and she froze. Drew on the other hand kept going without changing pace or expression - just staring. They seemed locked in this staring contest forever, but in reality it was just a few short moments and then Mya felt it... a tickle running down her leg. Confused, she looked down only to see that she had soaked through her panties and a drop was tracing down her inner thigh. Her nipples were poking through her shirt, on display, and her whole body was flush and alight. She looked back up at Drew and he gave her a cocky smile. As Drew smiled at Mya he lifted his hand from the blonde's hip while still thrusting into her. He lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass with unbelievable force, forcing her to emit a broken whimper. Without breaking eye contact he then took his hand and brought it down again, to the same broken whimper. He then ran his muscular hand up her perfect, sweaty back until he found her long, luxurious blonde hair, wrapped his hand in it and pulled back with his impressive might, snapping her head back and forcing her to arch her sexy little back. Then, once again without breaking eye contact, he REALLY started to fuck her. Faster, harder, she was helpless - no longer a participant (if she ever was) but now just an object there to be fucked. Mya saw the blonde's vacant eyes roll back into her head and knew she was cumming. She saw a thin trail of saliva and knew the blonde was cumming hard. Mya didn't even notice that she was on her tiptoes, spreading her legs as much as she could while sliding two of her fingers inside of herself. Drew, to his credit, was a man of stamina and endurance. He fucked the blonde like that for minutes; full force, withdrawing his long, thick shaft almost entirely and slamming it back in. Stretching out her young little pussy in ways she would never have imagined possible as she came over and over again on his god-like cock. She was now completely covered in sweat and the look on her face was completely vacant... and yet blissful. Mya could feel herself getting closer and pulled her fingers out of her steaming pussy in order to rapidly rub her clit. And Drew, in turn pulled out of the blonde. A hot rope of cum shot across the blonde's ass and back as soon as he pulled out. Almost in a panic he roughly whipped her head down to his cock as another burst shot out onto her pretty little face. Obediently, she opened her mouth as he roughly tugged her pretty little head in towards him and thrust all the way into her mouth, blast after blast of cum filling her as he thrust. And as Drew came in that poor girl's mouth he was looking into Mya's eyes. And Mya... Mya came looking into his. Minds suddenly more clear, Mya once again froze up. Drew, however, unceremoniously released the blonde, letting her drop to the sheets before she coughed slightly and nodded off into sleep - exhausted from her ordeal. Mya, in shock at her own actions and scene before her took this all in. Drew, surveyed the blonde and obviously liked what he saw as his gigantic cock twinged to life again after a brief moment of semi softness. He looked up at Mya, looked at her straight in the eyes as he ran his hand over the blondes body, bringing it down on her ass once again, to only a mild moan this time. He then smiled that cocky smile as he ran his hand over her ass, onto her pussy and started to rub. Mya, to her own amazement seemed to feel her pussy tingle in response and knew she had to leave or else she'd be taking the blonde's place. She swallowed hard as she tried to build up the courage to move. Drew, meanwhile was positioning himself behind and on top of the prone blonde ready to take her once again. His cock glistened as it had that night so many weeks ago - once again covered in juices and cum. And as he positioned it for entry into the blonde Mya got a good look and her jaw dropped at the contrast between his huge cock and the tiny blonde with her beautiful little tiny pussy. And then, in the blink of an eye Drew was in her, fucking away like an animal. Mya scuttled away and beelined back to Doug's room. The next morning Mya was awoken by Doug. Specifically by Doug fumbling between her legs with his fingers and his clumsy tongue. She pretended to be a sleep, but moaned slightly so as he wouldn't stop. Eventually he crawled on top of her, slipped his little dick in, and pounded away like a jackrabbit. He pounded away for three minutes, maybe four before he came inside her, rolled over and went to sleep. Well, maybe he came inside her, maybe he came on her. Mya couldn't tell, there never was much... and besides, she was distracted by the noises in the background - Drew's headboard banging against the wall and a little feminine voice that could only belong to the blonde. A little feminine voice begging for more. A Warm Mouth Ch. 03 Mya woke up to Doug shaking her. She groggily came to and the events of the night before replayed in her mind: Doug, Drew, and the blonde. The awkward, vanilla sex with Doug, witnessing Drew in all his glory taking the poor young blonde girl for a ride she most undoubtedly had not expected. Spying on them in the midst of their frenzied fucking. And, OH GOD...Drew watching her watching them. Her throat tightened and she felt a pang of despair in her stomach - things could have gone back to normal before, but now? Now there was no way. She looked up at Doug, thin smile on his face. "Breakfast?" She wasn't hungry, she just wanted to get out of there but she had no excuse and drowsily she agreed. Doug left the room and she could hear him banging in the kitchen. She listened harder and heard no sounds of Drew or the lithe blonde. She could only hope they had already left. Mya scooted to the edge of the bed and started to dress herself, pulling her tank top from the night before over her ample breasts and grabbing a pair of yoga pants from "her" drawer in Doug's dresser. She inhaled deeply, steeled herself and padded into the next room. Thankfully, there was no sign of either Drew or the blonde. His door was closed, so she couldn't be sure he wasn't home but she felt relieved nonetheless. She sat on the couch and flipped on the news as Doug continued to make breakfast. Soon after she sat down Doug passed her a plate and sat next to her. Eggs. Boring, bland, eggs from boring, bland, Doug. Even though she wasn't hungry she began wolfing them down - The sooner she could get out of there the better. Mya was almost done her meal when she heard the familiar sound of a door burst open. Her whole body froze and she held her breath. She was too terrified to look directly in the direction of the room but she could sort of see what was going on in her peripheral vision: two shapes exiting the room, not saying a word. Mya had experienced a few one night stands in her lifetime and could vividly remember the awkwardness of it in the morning but this seemed a bit different: neither spoke a word at all, and although she couldn't directly see what was going on she could get the impression that Drew was countering the blonde's slow movements by sternly directing her out into the living room. Mya, still unsure exactly how she should be acting (and also wishing she was anywhere else but here at the moment) continued to stare straight ahead, feigning preoccupation with the TV. Doug, on the other hand, was genuinely preoccupied with his eggs. Mya could hear the light footsteps of the blonde getting closer, and as she passed her field of vision she thoroughly checked her out - the girl was indeed very pretty but also an absolute mess. Her long pale hair messed up and seemingly matted in spots, her light makeup was smudged and there were faint signs of mascara running around her eyes. Her little dress was on, but slightly crooked and obviously not smoothed, and she still had that vague vacant look in her eyes...what had the ordeal of the night before done to her? Mya marvelled at how the blonde walked. Seemingly athletic, she walked with very little coordination - as if still drunk, although her face bore no signs of actual intoxication. The blonde stumbled to her shoes, conveniently still in Mya's field of views, and leaned over to put them on, almost falling over in the process. She stood back up, did a 180 so the wall was to her back and tried again. As the blonde bent to put her stilettos on, Mya could see right down her dress and caught a glimpse of ...well, pretty much everything there was to see down there. The girl was practically flat but wasn't wearing a bra. Her small breasts were crowned with perfect, dark nipples that were as hard as they possibly could be. As the blonde stood up her dress shifted and her left breast popped right out. Mya felt instantly mortified for her, but that was soon replaced with confusion - the blonde didn't move...she just stood there, breast exposed, her erect nipple preventing the fabric from popping back up. And she stayed there like that until Drew caught up to her, fixed her dress and then lead her out the door without a word to either Mya or Doug. Mya glanced over, wondering if her boyfriend saw. Was she jealous? Should she be jealous? She didn't know. What she did know, however, was that she was fucking wet. Seeing that girl, brains fucked out of her, body exhausted, had only brought back memories and desires. She was practically squirming in her seat. She crossed her legs and the feeling of the smooth fabric against her pussy felt electric. What the fuck was wrong with her? They finished their meal in silence. Drew returned minutes later - obviously too much of an asshole to take the blonde home. He probably dropped her off at a bus stop, and god knows if she'd ever make it her state. Mya felt bad for her but at the same time felt pretty happy about it. Girl was probably a bitch, and even though Mya wouldn't admit it to herself she was strangely jealous. When Drew returned he was again silent. Doug had made some comment about the girl and they laughed for a second before Drew returned to his room and locked the door - Mya could only imagine to rest after a hard night of hard fucking...or even to play with that cock of his. He seemed to have an inhuman drive - part of Mya's regretful attraction. Doug eventually stretched and announced he was going to take one of his famously long showers. Mya, thinking this was her opportunity to leave told him she'd be heading home and he responded by offering to share the shower with her. She laughed and declined as he closed the bathroom door. She sat there for another minute, lost in thought until she heard the water turn on, and then reality hit her - she had to get a move on. She figured she'd get her thoughts together if she could get out of this damn apartment. She gathered up her dishes from the table and took them to the kitchen. Mya often laughed about "OCD" and how she couldn't leave a dirty dish in the sink. Doug didn't have a dishwasher, but as much as Mya wanted to just go she just couldn't leave a pile of dishes lying there. She had her hand on the tap, about to start the flow of water when she heard Drew's door open again. In a panic she decided that now wasn't the time to be a clean freak and turned to make way to her shoes...and that's when she felt the strong hands on her, spinning her back around towards the sink. "Don't say a fucking word." As hard as those words hit her, it was the warm breath on the back of her neck that paralyzed her. The warm breath and the strong hands on her waist...the force behind her, pinning her to the counter in front of the sink. She could hear the water of the shower still running and realized she was on her own - there was no one to help her. She could also feel something deep within her stirring to life and pulsing in time with the breath on her neck. She was suddenly ultra-aware of her surroundings: of the hardness pressed into the small of her back, of the thin fabric teasing her taught nipples, and of those strong hands moving...one over her ass, the other up her back. Drew's hands were as experienced as they were strong - the one moving up her back wandered over the side of her body and found her breast. Instantly Mya regretted not wearing a bra, she felt so exposed and yearned for that extra layer of protection and security. As if on cue, the hand squeezed hard, kneading her tit roughly. The breathing on her neck sped up and Mya's body betrayed her - she pressed her ass into Drew's hand. He in return squeezed her ass while he rolled her clothed nipple between his rough fingers. She inhaled sharply as Drew's lower hand started wandering once again, following her ass crack down, lower, until she could feel him massaging her burning pussy. She knew he could feel the heat and she hated herself for yet...yet, strangely she spread her legs slightly and arched her back for him. And that small invitation was all Drew needed. In an instant he was roughly pulling her yoga pants down. Mya's breath was taken away as the relatively cold air hit her pussy like a sledge hammer. This would have been her chance to run if only she had her wits about her...if only she had wanted to. Drew was back standing behind her in seconds, one hand on the small of her back, the other lingering just over her pussy. As he touched it down and made contact he let out a small grunt - a sign of his own surprise at the wetness. Upon hearing this Mya was both proud and utterly ashamed. She wasn't some whore, she was a doctor...but the smell of her own arousal in the air told her otherwise. She felt both excited and disgusted that all the time she spent taking care of herself by waxing was impressing this bully. This bully with the strong hands, hard cock, and impossible sex drive. This bully who was just...just...taking her right there in her boyfriend's house. This bully who -ohmygod-was expertly sliding a finger into her tight pussy. That first finger was the equivalent of firing a starting pistol, except instead of marking the start of a race it was marking the start of Mya's debasement. To her credit, she started off fighting. She tried to squirm and she tried to get away but he was just too damn strong. Her bucking only made Drew hold on to her tighter, placing his hand on her throat and squeezing hard enough to make it extremely difficult to breath. And to Mya's surprise her body responded; her hips bucked INTO Drew instead of away from him, and her struggling stopped, although she remained tense. Drew, ever the asshole, took this as encouragement to fuck her with his single digit before retracting it and bringing it up to her mouth. Mya's reaction shocked her. She felt like she was having an out of body experience. She was still being choked and she was still mentally struggling against everything happening to her, but her mouth wasn't receiving the message. All it took was the feeling of Drew's wet finger on her soft lips and the powerful smell of her own pussy permeating her nostrils and her mouth opened as if on its own. The taste was overpowering. She had tasted herself, both on her own fingers and the cocks of various boyfriends over the years, but it never seemed this powerful. Nor was it isolated - she could taste someone else there. She could taste the blonde. Just as that horror-filled realization washed over her Mya started squirming again. Although this time she wasn't squirming to get away, she was squirming because she just couldn't stand still. She was squirming with excitement. Drew took this as encouragement and slipped another finger in, pushing deeper into her mouth until her involuntary gag reflex kicked in. He withdrew his fingers and plunged them in again, causing her to gag for the second time. Finally, he withdrew his saliva coated fingers entirely and Mya gasped for air. As she did so she realized Drew was once again grinding his rigid cock into her ass and back. God how she wanted it. She wanted to feel it, she wanted to smell it, and she wanted to taste it. She wanted to worship it. And in the blink of an eye she could no longer feel it. Drew had taken a step back, hand still on her throat, but now the other was back on her pussy. The feeling of his saliva-slick fingers on her already slick pussy was amazing but quickly denied to her as he worked both fingers into her. His grip on her throat tightened and his breathing (now right in her ear) became more ragged. He was now mercilessly fingering her and the sloppy sounds of her wet pussy threatened to drown out the noise of Doug's shower running in the background. Mya could feel dampness on her thighs and tried to look down to see but Drew just gripped her throat tighter and whispered into her ear; "You like that, don't you?" She refused to answer. He body may be betraying her but she would not answer. In response to her silence, Drew finger fucked her even harder now, letting go of her throat to leverage him. Mya leaned her weight against the counter, pushing her ass out and giving him unrestricted access to her dripping kitty. He was hitting the right spots and she was close. She was lost and the truly infuriating thing was that Drew recognized it; he knew he no longer had to restrain her, she wasn't going anywhere. Fuck, she could feel her own juices run down her legs, something that had never happened until the night before. She wasn't herself anymore. She wasn't the well-educated proud doctor who shook her head at girls who fucked on the first date or sucked cock for attention. She wasn't the loving girlfriend trying to build a respectable future life with an equally respectable man. She wasn't even like the blonde - a girl looking for harmless fun on a night out. She was worse. She was a woman too weak to say no. She was everything she hated. Drew's timing was excellent. Maybe he just felt Mya's pussy tighten and pulse as she got closer to release, maybe he could tell by her breathing, or how she was just on display for him, but whatever the case it's as if he knew when she was at her lowest point and he drew himself back into her, once again hand on throat...although lighter this time. "Want another finger?" Mya's body crawled as she heard the words, but oh god did she ever want one more thick finger in her. She swallowed hard and vowed to remain silent. "Beg me". She refused. "BEG ME" he whispered, with commmanding authority. And then he did the strangest thing...he slowed down. His two fingers started to almost caress her g-spot delicately rather than assault her. Her pussy was aglow and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, growing more and more intense. Yet, the closer she got, the more slowly and delicately Drew would caress. Feeling as though she was going to go insane, Mya finally snapped: "Y...yes. Yes I want more." Drew's hand let go of her throat and pushed her upper body forward, once again leaning onto the counter. Mya could feel it wrap around her head and sharply (ever so painfully) pull back with force and authority - enough to make her yelp and for her eyes to water. Immediately after the shock of that set in she could feel her pussy stretch as Drew forced a third finger in. And then, somewhat painfully, he took the liberty of adding a fourth. Panic hit Mya and she tried to struggle once again, but Drew just yanked her hair harder, forcing her to stare up at the ceiling. Her lower body had nowhere to go, sandwiched between Drew's four thick fingers pumping into her and the kitchen millwork below the sink. She felt so...full. And that's when Mya's body gave her the ultimate betrayal - that's when she started to cum. Her pussy contacted as much as it could and she could feel wave after wave of orgasmic sensation pulse over her body. She tried to swallow but her head was held back so hard that she couldn't. Her whole body broke out in a sweat and she involuntarily lifted up on her tiptoes as she came hard and silently, eyes rolling back into her head. She held her breath as she felt the most wonderful orgasm of her life pass over her in what was undoubtedly her most shameful moment. Drew...well, Drew didn't stop. In fact he fingered her harder. Mya's orgasm passed and she was exhausted but Drew didn't stop. It ... It was too much. She was too sensitive and she couldn't handle it. It was driving her crazy - an uncomfortable feeling - sort of good, but also extremely frustrating. Reality set in and her eyes shot open. He had to stop! She tried to move her head but he still held on tightly. She tried to push off the counter, but she was too weak, Drew just kept on thrusting his fingers into her. She was full out panicking and it felt like she needed to pee, but Drew didn't give a shit he kept on hammering her pussy like she was nothing. And then, staring at the ceiling in a full blown panic attack, Mya came for the second time. Her whole body convulsed repeatedly and beyond her control and she could hear the shocking sound of copious amounts of liquid hitting the hard kitchen floor - was this squirting? It was the most amazing orgasm Mya had ever had, and just as it finished Drew withdrew his fingers from her tender, sore pussy. He let go of her hair and stepped back. Mya tried to stand, but she couldn't. She tried to support herself against the counter, but even her arms didn't have the strength. She slid down the cabinets onto the floor, into the pool of her own still warm cum. She could feel it soaking into her partially pulled down pants and she could feel it on her bare ass. Once again, she felt degraded but at least she had the dignity and strength to be sitting up of her own accord. Things started to come into focus as Mya recovered from her orgasms. She started to feel terrible and knew she had to get out of there. She tried to get up but couldn't. She looked up at Drew, hoping for a helping hand now that he had gotten what he wanted. Drew looked down at her, smiled, and started lowering the waist band of his jogging pants. And in the background, the shower could still be heard... A Warm Mouth Ch. 04 "You better work fast." Drew looked down at Mya with authority. She was on the cold floor, pants half down, sitting in a puddle of (her own) cum, absolutely devastated and exhausted. Her boyfriend was in the shower not 20 feet away and still Drew looked down on her telling him to suck his large, magnificent, exposed cock. Mya's pussy was tender, her breasts sore, and her scalp felt like it was bleeding. Her eyes were watering and she felt like she was going to pass out any second. Still, she couldn't take her eyes off of Drew's dick. Long, thick, and hard, it was just as much a sight to behold as it was all those weeks ago when she first set eyes on it. Mya expected him to walk forward, to shove it in her face, and to just use her as a fuck toy like he did so many nights ago. He never did. Instead, she crawled over to him. Up close and eye level, his cock was even more impressive. Veiny, rigid, and with a drop of pre-cum on the tip, it was absolutely mouth-watering. It smelled of raw musk, sex, and pussy. Mya's hand rose and grasped it. She nuzzled it with her cheeks, feeling the soft skin against her own as she smeared the (impressive amount) of pre-cum on her delicate face. She caressed with her palms and fingertips, marvelling at it before finally bringing her soft, satin-like lips to it to shower it with kisses. It wasn't until she opened her mouth to take it in that she tasted it: All of the blonde and none of her this time. Except, instead of disgusting her, it only excited her more. Her mouth watered and she took more of it in, giving it her all. She felt Drew's hands gently rest on her head and play with her hair – all of the aggression was gone. She looked up at him and was ecstatic when she saw the satisfied smile on his face. She lovingly stared into his eyes while she took in as much as she could, trying to work up as much saliva in her mouth as possible in order to give him what he liked – what he demanded. She caught him staring at her tits and so she reached one hand up to pull down her tank top – stretching it – so that her breasts would be exposed for him. She could feel saliva dripping off of her chin onto her bare breasts, but she didn't care – she returned her free hand to his cock and alternated between stroking his shaft and rubbing his balls. She sucked his cock for minutes that seemed like hours. Drew would occasionally and playfully thrust into her and she'd take it all and then proudly look up at him with a smile on her face. She eventually repositioned so that she was sitting, legs spread, in order for him to be able to view not only her glorious tits but also her bald pussy. She had moved out of the puddle of her come when she crawled across the floor, but her ass was still wet with it, now cold, although she didn't care – she liked it actually. She could tell from the movements and Drew's manner that he was close, but she just teased...enjoying the moment. Drew, on the other hand, only had so much patience. He looked her in the eye, nodded and slowly started applying pressure on the back of her head. Mya could feel his cock going deeper and deeper, penetrating her throat. She was still scared, but this time it was different, this time she was also proud. As Drew began to take control her body responded in turn: her mouth started producing more saliva, her eyes started watering, and her pussy once again grew wet. Drew slowly became more and more rough; plowing his cock into her warm mouth with more and more fervor. Mya's gag reflex set in multiple times and she could feel copious amounts of saliva pour onto her exposed chest. Drew must have gotten the impression the shower was ending as he suddenly lost all control himself, thrusting into her mouth like an animal. The sounds of her retching were loud and tears burned down her cheeks. The force was pushing them across the room and Mya found herself pinned between the cabinet and Drew, giving her head nowhere to go. She realized she was now fully saturating in the pool of her own cum. Still under oral assault she pulled one of her hands away from her slick breasts and placed it on her pussy – playing with herself. She was too tender and not well positioned to actually fuck herself, but her clit enjoyed the attention. As Drew grew bolder with the unrestricted use of her mouth, so did her with the use of her own body. Her hand wandered lower, using her own saliva and cum to caress and play with her tight rosebud of an asshole. She alternated between the two as she could feel Drew stretch her throat. And that's when the shower stopped. Drew, almost in an uncharacteristic panic thrust into Mya's mouth as deep as he could and held her there. Mya, who should have been worried about dying, instead was worried about cumming in time and she hastened her movements....she was soooo close. Drew kept his cock deeply buried, aggressively fucking her face while doing so, seemingly more worried about cumming than letting her live. And just like that they both came. Drew exploded in Mya's mouth and throat. As he pulled out another shot fired off directly in her mouth filling it to capacity. He then jerked his cock violently as he shot rope after rope of cum all over her tits, hair, face, and even pussy. Mya, at the verge, found the mix of Drew's cum and her own to be the perfect lubricant and she started cumming herself, slipping her slick finger into her tight asshole mid orgasm. Her pussy, in response, squirted more of the liquid from before. She desperately opened her mouth hoping for more cum to replace the two shots she swallowed, and Drew obliged, placing his cock in her mouth for her to milk for what was left. The bathroom door opened and Doug hurried to his room. Were he to stop and look to the left he would have seen the most amazing sight: His girlfriend, covered in saliva and cum, sucking his roommate's cock while sitting in a puddle of her own juices. Unfortunately for him, he was too concerned with getting dressed after his shower wank session. He just couldn't get that hot blonde's nipple out of his mind. Doug's appearance on the scene brought Mya to reality. Practically still coming she shot up, pulled her pants up and fixed her shirt. As Drew dashed into his room she grabbed her purse off of the coffee table, slipped on her shoes and bolted out the door. As she down the apartment steps she crossed paths with two young men walking up. She was a sight to be seen: Hair messed, makeup messed, her pants were wet, and (most impressively to the young men) her shirt was soaked through enough to be transparent and her ample breasts and nipples were clearly visible. They didn't pick up that she was practically cum glazed, but they still had ample material to jackoff to "Stairway Girl" for weeks to come. Realizing she was a mess Mya quickly got in her car parked just down the street from the building. She buckled herself in and was about to turn it on when something caught her eye at the bus stop – the blonde. She was still there? A few busses must have passed. The blonde was sitting, still completely out of it, at the stop. She looked like she was just as much of a mess as before. In fact, her dress must have been giving her trouble again because that perfect little nipple was once again peeking out the top. She was speaking to two young Latino men, one shirtless. Rather, they were speaking to her because it seemed like she was giving them one word answers if anything, staring off in to the distance the whole time. The men seemed to be having fun, laughing with each other, looking her over, and laughing again. Mya sat there watching in awe. One of the men must have asked the blonde to stand, because she did (of her own accord). He then said something and she turned around, giving them a three sixty view – tit still hanging out. The Latinos looked at each other, elated while the blonde still just stood in her dazed trance. One Latino went behind the girl and grabbed her ass, first outside of her skirt before sliding his hand up her bare leg. The other stood in front, placed his hands on her hips and gave her a deep kiss, practically sticking his tongue down her throat. The second one thought this must have been a good idea and he twisted her head towards him before practically fucking her mouth with his long tongue. The Blonde, meanwhile returned these kissed while staring off in the distance. That thousand yard stare...She had no presence of mind or body. The boys laughed with each other, both with VERY impressive visible bulges in their shorts, while fondling the blonde for about another minute before a van pulled up. The led the blonde in without protest, practically high fiving in their excitement – they had no right being anywhere near a woman out of their league like this. The last thing Mya saw was one giving the blonde a hard smack on her ass to no reaction as she was led in the back. The van sped off. Mya sat there for a minute processing what she just saw. Mya hated that girl just hours before and probably would have wished this on her, but now she just felt extreme sorrow. A feeling of discomfort spread throughout her. She started the car and pulled from the curb. As Mya drove, she progressively felt worse and worse. First, about the blonde, and then about Doug. She had been driving for about ten minutes before she started to feel woozy and had to pull over on a side street. She sat there, head on the steering wheel thinking about everything. Images flashed through her mind: Doug, the blonde, Drew, the Latinos. Mya felt her mouth fill with water and her world spin: it was too much. She kicked open the door and retched out on to the street. She felt terrible. She got back in the car, took a sip of water and put a piece of gum in. Bending the rear view mirror, Mya realized she looked like shit. She grabbed her purse to see if there was anything to wipe herself off with and she felt a thin fabric material as she delved into it – perfect! When Mya pulled the item out she was instantly very confused. It was a tiny thong, black and frilly. Too petite for herself, Mya had no idea whose it was or how it had gotten in there. Soaking wet but cold to the touch Mya wrestled with the idea of just throwing it out the window...until she caught a slight trace of the scent. A scent she recognized. A scent she recognized off of Drew's cock. Mya held the thong up to her face, allowing the powerful and intoxicating scent to overcome her. She reached her hand down to the crotch of her own soaking panties and started to rub. She didn't care where she was, she didn't care if anyone could see, she just knew she couldn't drive like this.