I walked into the first room I could find, which so happened to be the master bedroom. I found Greg standing there, pants and shirt on the floor, looking at himself in the mirror against the wall opposite the bed. He whipped himself around, stumbling a little showing his intoxication and smiling.
“Hey,” he started, “Ben said he had clothes in here that would fit me, but I can’t find them.”
Clearly, this was an excuse since the clothes were hanging on the armoire next to him. He must have been checking himself out in the mirror or something.
“I think that’s them there?” I asked setting the tray down on the bed and pointing to the clothes hanging.
“Oh, yeah! There they are!” he exclaimed.
“I’ll wait outside for you. Lindsay grabbed you a couple of extra beers and some shots if you want,” I said.
“Oh sweet!” he exclaimed, “Bring me the shots, we will take them now!” He waved me over.
He stood there, in front of the mirror, with nothing but boxer shorts on. I closed the door and grabbed his two shots walking over and handed them to him before going back and grabbing my two. By the time I turned around, he had already taken both and tossed the shot glasses on the nightstand. I couldn’t help but notice the tube-like figure running to the right of his briefs. I needed those two shots after seeing that. I threw them back and set them on the tray.
“Okay, well, I’ll wait for you outside when you are ready to come find me.” I grabbed a cocktail and headed for the door.
“Nonsense,” he said, “we are both adults here. Plus, you made this mess. You can hang out. I was just waiting for my briefs to dry off a little before putting these ugly ass pants on. Like, seriously, look at these things! Brown plaid! Who the hell wears brown plaid anymore? I’m going to look like I belong in the ’70s!” he exclaimed
I couldn’t help but giggle a little as I sat on the edge of the bed sipping my cocktail. I was trying so hard not to stare at his tube. I couldn’t help it. I kept turning my head and noticing it. I don’t know if it was me or him but every time I looked over it looked bigger. He turned and worked his way over to the bed, pants in hand. He bent over and grabbed a beer off the tray and set the pants on the bed next to me before taking a big sip.
“Hey how old are you anyway?” he asked.
“Twenty-one,” I said with a sheepish smile, “How about you?” I asked.
“Oh Jeez, I thought you looked young.” He laughed.
“I had to ask. I’m thirty-two, same as Ben,” he said.
“You’re really pretty. I like your smile. You have an innocent look to you, but I bet you can get wild.” He winked as he said it.
I smiled back at him, “Thanks,” I said.
I immediately thought about Lindsay and how she would probably kill me if I wasn’t able to seal the deal with Greg. I don’t typically flirt or come out of my shell much, but the alcohol was flowing. I was becoming more comfortable with the way the night was going.
“I could get a little wild from time to time,” I added with a suggestive smile back in his direction and a slight glance down at his underwear.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, his hand adjusting himself slightly, “I don’t know if I believe you. I would be hard to keep up with though because I’m a masochist at heart. I like to have rougher sex. Vanilla stuff doesn’t do much for me anymore at my age. You will understand someday, he said before finishing his beer and reaching over to grab another one.
I immediately felt myself become competitive. I almost felt like I had to show him I can handle whatever he was talking about, even if I didn’t fully understand what he meant. I finished my first cocktail and working on my second with only one to go.
I quickly reached over and grabbed the beer he was reaching for. His eyes moved to me with his drink curled in on my shoulder bone. I smirked at him as I threw back the rest of my cocktail.
“Oh, I’m sorry, were you ready for another one?” I joked with a smile. I pressed the beer into my shoulder and placed my empty cocktail glass back on the tray. I leaned over to him in front of me and pushed the bottle up against his thigh comparing it to his tube now bulging from his pants.
I look up at him, making eye contact, noticing a smirk on his face, “Yeah, that seems about right,” I acknowledged before taking a sip of the beer. His cock was the same size as the bottle, and I was just drunk enough for that not to scare me.
I handed him the bottle and slid myself off the bed onto my knees in front of him. I started putting my hair into a high ponytail while looking up at him. He stared at me before taking a drink, consuming about half the bottle. He took a step back just out of reach. I sat there on my knees now ready for him. A typical man would have just inched forward for me, but he wasn’t a typical man. He stood just out of reach and looked down at me, beer in hand.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a smile on his face.
This question should have been rhetorical but with silence and stillness, I knew he wanted an answer. An answer I’ve never had to give before because a girl on her knees in front of a half-naked guy should be self-explanatory. I felt awkward and a sense of shame like I misread the situation.
“You know…” I said with a half-awkward smile looking up at him. Now feeling a sense of shame and humiliation.
“Let’s say I don’t know,” he retorted, “why is a pretty little girl on her knees, with her hair up, on this dirty floor.” He gives a grim look at the ground beneath me. “I need to know, he said while he raised his arm to take another drink.
He wasn’t going to proceed without giving up a fight. He needed to degrade me, and I started to feel that way. I felt like an idiot, but I went along with the act anyway as I was too drunk for it to affect me like it probably would have sober.
“I want to suck your dick,” I said with a straight face looking up at him. “I mean,” I began again, “wouldn’t, you like to have your dick sucked? It looks delicious and so restrained right now. I feel like I owe you something after I ruined your nice attire, no?” I asked.
He stared at me for a second before finishing his beer.
“If we are going to do this, you’re going to finish what you started, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes!” I replied with certainty.
“Yes, what?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir?” I questioned not knowing what he was looking for.
“Yes, Sir!” he reinstated.
Yes, Sir!” I replied more enthusiastically this time.
“I don’t know if you can handle me,” he said as he flashed a smile my way. He finished his beer and tossed it to his side.
I stared up at him, not knowing what to say. “I can,” I muttered sheepishly. “Please, Sir, let me service you,” I said, not knowing where the words came from. I felt myself becoming moist between my legs and passion burning inside of me. I inched myself forward to him crawling on my knees and stopping at his feet. My hands reached up to grab his waistband.
He grabbed my wrists and stopped me in the act. I noticed his veins bulging down his biceps, his forearms, leading up to his fingers. He was muscular and in shape but not bulky. He was toned and strong both in will and stature.
“No hands.” He demanded, quietly and calmly looking down deep Into my eyes. “Hands behind the back.” He stated.
He released my hands as I placed them behind my back, folded. I pushed myself up with my knees, bringing me face to face with the bottle in his briefs. I began to lick the fabric where his head would be. I felt it twitch as I worked my tongue up and down his shaft. I opened my mouth and placed the head in through the cotton. I applied suction and released him; a wet imprint left behind. I ran my mouth up along his shaft to the waistband of his briefs.
I bit down on his waistband and pulled my head to the floor. His briefs followed down to his feet. His cock was released from the cotton fabric and standing half erect. I lifted my head up, his cock dragged across my face as I got myself back into position. I moved my head in circles as his head ran all over me, his precum leaking on me. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and applied more suction. I opened my mouth and took him into my throat before I gagged and backed off. I felt saliva come to the forefront and pushed my head back down his cock. His cock became more erect.
I couldn’t even fit him halfway as he was, half erect, before my gag reflexes would kick in. I began to back off when he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down and moans. I gagged and saliva fell from my lips onto my legs. I felt like I was going to regurgitate as he applied pressure to my head forcing himself deep into me. He finally released enough pressure for me to back off slightly and allow air to flow and fight the feeling of puke.
What felt like milliseconds passed before he forced me back down moving his hips as he slid deeper down my throat. I made it halfway down his cock before the tears began to work their way to the forefront. Gagging, coughing, and gargling on his cock I hear him moan.
“That’s right slut, right there,” he moaned as he rotated his hips working his cock deeper into me.
He took my head with both hands and began to work my head back and forth. Each time he pressed himself deeper into me as I cough and gag on the way down, gasping on the way back out. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and stuck my tongue out as he fucks my throat. He slammed his cock into the back of my throat, thrusting as he met resistance and held. He pulled me back to his head, spit strings trailed, as I held my mouth open before he drove himself back into me.
This continued for some time as he found pleasure with each thrust and continued to moan. He released me and my head fell feeling so heavy from the weight. He lifted his cock up and instructed me to move on to his balls. I lifted my head up and begin to work his balls with my mouth. I licked and sucked at each testicle individually working all my spit into his balls. He allowed his cock to rest on my nose and forehead as I worked his balls around my mouth, tongue, and lips. I worked my way back up his shaft, dragging my tongue from his balls, to the head of his cock and sucking.
I’ve had experience sucking cock at this point and knew what men liked but I’d never had anything so rough and demanding. I’d also never had someone so large in me before. Working his cock, with no hands, nonetheless, was physically demanding. I couldn’t fit him all the way, no matter how hard he tried to force me to. I would go down and gag as he thrusted himself forward in me, making gargling noises, drool pouring from me ruining my dress and my throat. He would let me get some air before forcing my head back down his shaft. He wasn’t relenting and was using my mouth to his pleasure. He would let out moans and grunts reinforcing my performance and using me at his will. This all turned me on so much and made me work harder to satisfy him.
I continued to suck his cock and please him orally. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or if he was awakening a side of me, I never knew I had. This forceful, rough, face fucking was so enjoyable to me I begin to crave more. I found myself wanting him to take it further. I needed him to take it further.
