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Belle
Neal’s hands are on my breast forcing me to gasp into his mouth. His tongue swirls around mine, and my pussy throbs hot and ready for him. My stomach clenches, and deep within my core, I feel a familiar ache begging to be relieved.
Hands are suddenly on my thighs spreading my legs. I don’t look at Rob; I don’t want to cool the desire I feel coursing through me and pooling in my core like a pulsing ball of fire.
Rob’s tongue snakes out, and it's hot and soft against my clit. I moan softly, leaning back against the pillows and relaxing my hips to spread my legs wider. His mouth is warm on me as his hand reaches up to cup the breast that Neal isn’t holding. My body starts to tremble with excitement.
This is just what I wanted. I can’t believe it’s finally happening, and it actually feels good. Really good. Rob really seems to know what he’s doing and through the shocks of pleasure he’s sending through my pussy and into my stomach with his mouth, I feel a little bad for judging him by his looks.
Neal breaks our kiss and steps back to take his clothes off. With Rob’s mouth smoothly sucking, his tongue sliding out and roughly licking my clit at just the right moments, the sight of Neal’s bulgings biceps, his broad shoulders, the smooth ridges of his chest and deeply defined abs, all the way down to his hips and that perfectly thick, long dick that I know can touch my very soul when it’s inside me, I can feel my climax building.
Moaning loudly now, I don’t dare look at Rob, afraid that I might catch sight of his saggy chest, or small pot belly. As long as I keep my eyes on Neal, I might actually enjoy this better than any sex I’ve ever had.
Fully naked, dick hard and standing at attention, Neal makes his way to the other side of the bed and climbs in to meet me at my head. I obediently open my mouth to take him inside, eyes rolling back at the taste of him. God, I’m so close already.
Neal is sending me over the edge. His groan is wild when he grabs my hair and fucks my mouth. The sensation of his dick hitting the back of my throat has me shaking ready, eager to cum in Rob’s mouth. I don’t know if this got Rob really excited. I don’t know if he mistook my excitement for Neal as excitement for him, but he responds with vigor.
I’m quiet immediately. I’ve always been terrible at faking. If it doesn’t feel good to me, I just lay there.
God, he was doing so good at first, the touch of his mouth, gentle, but rough enough to build the fire within me until I felt like I was going to explode. But now, he’s just rough. I feel his teeth scrape my clit again and again as he crudely and eagerly sucks my flesh into his mouth like he’s trying to extract my blood through my pores.
I gasp and whimper trying to pull away from the vacuum that is his mouth. I didn’t even notice that Neal’s dick had softened and fallen out of my mouth. I can feel his eyes boring holes into my face as he tries to read my expressions. This hurts. This really hurts. I angle my body just so to push my face into the pillow.
“I think she’s done with that,” Neal says, his voice tight with protectiveness. I want to reassure him that I’m fine, but I don’t know how without making things worse.
“You taste amazing,” Rob says, the entire bottom of his mouth glistening with a combination of saliva and the wetness from my pussy. I’ve never been so turned off in my life.
I can see in Neal’s face that he wants me to stop this, but maybe we can save the night. Rob was doing really good at first. He just got a little too excited. Besides, if he’s fucking me, the harder he fucks, the better right? I clearly remember what his dick looks like. It’s huge. As long as he knows how to use it, we can still have a good time.
Rob’s hands are at my hips. I feel his tip at my entrance, and I tense. I stare at Neal, imagining that it’s him about to enter me. Rob moans long and loudly. I look at him just in time to see his head drop back and his mouth flop open.
“Oh my God, this pussy is so good. Fuck, this pussy is so good!” he cries, bumping his pelvis against my ass.
Wait–is he– he can’t be– he’s actually inside me?! I don’t feel anything! Literally, nothing! But he must be inside. His hips are pumping something whether I feel it or not. Oh, this can’t be right. I saw his dick on the video call. It looked… well it looked normal, I think. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe that’s Danny’s dick that I’m picturing.
I shoot a pleading look at Neal. His eyes are wide, and his cheeks are puffed out with air. His face is red. He’s trying not to laugh. Well, now that he’s about to laugh, I’m about to laugh. I slap my hands over my mouth, and we both watch the short, quick pumps Rob makes, like a terrier going to town on a pillow.
I snort as a giggle escapes with that image, but Rob doesn’t even hear me. Oh, he’s gotten started now. He’s talking so dirty.
“Yea!” he cries. “Yea! This wet fucking pussy! Tell me it’s mine! Tell me it’s mine! Oh yea, you nasty thing! You dirty, dirty girl, you’re going to make me fucking cum. Yea! Yea!”
He’s going so fast and yelling so loud that he can’t hear my attempts not to laugh as I bounce up and down, still unable to feel anything from his so-called strokes. His mouth is wide open. His eyes are rolled back in his head. His entire body seizes up as he moves only his hips, while the rest of his body is tense, stuck in a weird hunchback position.
“This dirty pussy is making me cum! Oh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” And then he pulls out, violently shuddering, grunting like an animal.
Breathing heavily, he leans over me without touching me, his arms caging me in. I can’t look away from his loose chest hanging down with gravity. He shudders again, and I watch in horror as a long, heavy trail of drool spills onto my stomach. I shriek, impulsively kicking him away. He falls to the floor slamming into the heavy dresser that holds the TV.
“I’m sorry!” I cry.
Seemingly dazed, Rob gets to his feet shaking his head and wiping his mouth. My face twists in disgust as I use the sheets to scrape his drool off of me, fighting the urge to run through the wall like the kool-aid man and dive into the shower.
Neal is tense beside me, watching Rob’s every move.
“Wow,” Rob sighs, rubbing his hand over his swollen belly. It shouldn’t be as hard as it is to keep a straight face, but damn, I feel like bursting into laughter.
Neal’s hand is on my shoulder. “Why don’t you go ahead and get dressed? I’ll walk you to the elevator. It won’t move until I scan my key.”
