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ISABELLA
Not once didJason ever go down on me. Not once did he even move his hand near my cunt, offering to rub during foreplay or even after. It was all about his physical needs, which meant doing pretty much everything he demanded. Oral, anal, and even double penetration at times with a dildo. God forbid I ever suggested he eat me out, he practically recoiled with disgust.
All I ever heard was,that’s gross, guys don’t do that shit.
What he meant to say was that guys like him didn’t do that shit. Guys like him, who believed they owned the women that loved them. Guys like him that could never imagine the idea that women were born to be anything other than the warm bodies they bust their nut inside of.
And I put up with it, too, because I loved him.
But not anymore.
Now that I’d experienced a true orgasm, there was no going back. Though I still desperately wanted to despise him, there was no pretending that Blade didn’t know how to work his tongue. Not after the way I gushed all over his face, saturating his chin stubble as his nails dug into my ass cheeks. And certainly not after the way he moved his face back and forth, practically bathing in my orgasm.
Guys like Blade did that kind of shit.
I slowly lowered myself down from the sunroof, sliding into the passenger seat as I caught my breath. The temperature of my body was hot, but the breeze from the sunroom cooled me in an instant to the point where I was torn between two different worlds of hot and cool.
“Well, that um, was….” He said slowly, lost for words for the first time since I’d met him.
I hitched my breath and cocked my head to him. “Unexpected?”
We shared an awkward chuckle, and then silence between the two of us. He locked his eyes with mine and in the quietness, I knew that he wanted something from me. Of course he wanted something. As different as he was from Jason, he was still a man. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. I couldn’t help but compare him to Jason; larger, thicker.
I was buried in Blade’s crotch before he could say another word, enveloping it with my tongue as he groaned. Pre-cum slid down the back of my throat as I devoured it, hungry for him to fill me up.
I’d heard girls talk about giving guys blow jobs, the way their heads bobbed up and down. It’d never been that way with Jason. All I ever did was suck and play with his balls, eager for him to finish. It wasn’t something I did for fun. It was a chore and nothing more.
But with Blade, I couldn’t get enough of it. I twisted my fist up and down the length of his slick cock while I mouthed the tip. My free hand cupped his balls as I made love to his manhood, loving the feeling of his hands running through my hair. Grabbing onto my locks as he struggled to hold back his orgasm.
I suddenly understood why so many women wanted to fuck him, and understood that I wasn’t so different from the rest of them.
Despite wanting Blade’s manhood buried deep inside of me for the first time in my life, I actually enjoyed giving head. My clit grew harder with every lick, suck, and stroke of his cock with my mouth, surprised that I could control a man’s orgasm that way. It was like the golden ticket to getting what I wanted.
Blade flung his head back as he screamed out my name, begging me to keep going as he was about to bust. That’d generally be my signal to back up, but not that time.
My mouth stayed still as several long, thick, hot ropes of cum shot down the back of my throat. And unlike with Jason, I eagerly sucked down every last drop, then kept on sucking until Blade’s body went limp, though his cock was still hard as a rock, oozing the sweet post-release drippage of semen.
I had officially become society’s definition of a whore, and I fucking loved it.
The car smelled of sex and sweat. Blade rolled the windows down to air it out. Truth be told, I didn’t mind the smell though. It was the furthest thing from sterile, a breath of fresh air. A slight breeze caused my nipples to harden, a quick reminder that it was time to get dressed.
Blade and I pulled ourselves together, neither of us wanting to be the first one to speak. It was entirely out of his character to remain tight-lipped. He always had something to say.
Eventually, bad habits got the best of him and he was the first to speak, “For the record, I didn’t expect any of that to happen.”
“Me neither.”
Blade’s hand gently slid into mine, but I recoiled, tucking it safely between my thighs.
“I’m sorry. It’s nothing personal, it’s just…I don’t know.”
But of course, I knew. Jason had used his hand to exert control over me, squeezing it so hard that it ended up needing to be iced and it happened on more than one occasion. I didn’t want to be touched by the man responsible for my newfound sense of freedom.
“No, you’re fine. Look, I hate awkward post-sex chitchat.” He tapped his hands nervously on the steering wheel before cocking a wry smile as he turned his gaze to me. “Wanna go to Lenny’s?”
“You mean, like an actual date?” I eyed him with suspicion because he wasn’t the type of guy who went on dates.
“You’re reading too much into it,” he assured me. “But I’m starving, and we should probably talk about that rumor going around campus.”
