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As far as where the first part left off, i had a mistake in where i copy and pasted from, so sorry it left off on a strange point
Travis awoke with a thick piece of wood between his ass cheeks. The comfort of being the little spoon snuck up on him and made him question for a moment…
Dahlia feeling him stir and move against her had her raging with the morning predicament. She spit in her hand and reached around his hips, giving his member a gentle stroke or two before tickling up his stomach, then to his nipples and back down. She knew his mind could be racing and should quell his thoughts with more memories of pleasure.
Travis felt her fingers wrap around his throbbing cock as he could feel her nestled against him. The sleepy and horny daze of morning crept over him, and with all his questions, he just gave in to the onslaught of pleasure that she conjured in his loins.
“I’m pretty sure you want to be mine,” she said as she stroked over the head of his dick
“I’m pretty sure I do,” he said as she cupped his rod with her cock pressing against his crack, and her tits pushing into his back.
She teased his length with her gentle fingers before gripping firmly and pumping him. It didn’t take long before his body tensed, a moan erupted from his lips, and his unit spurted his wad into her hand. She wiped it on a towel she had placed on her nightstand.
“Oh my god that felt so good, he said, rolling over and fondling her meat.
“Mmm, that feels good baby, but let’s save that fun for later. I’m famished.”
She kissed Travis on the cheek, and slid out of bed. He watched as she shuffled away her cute little ass on display. As she turned the corner toward the bathroom, he could see her python swinging between her legs.
Travis got up, and threw on his clothes.
“Hey, Im gonna run next door, and freshen up really quickly. You should come over when you are ready and maybe we can grab a bite up the street?”
“That sounds great. See you in ten?”
“Perfect.”
The little bistro wasn’t too busy, as they had missed the majority of the breakfast crowd. Picking a small metal table out front was perfect. The sky was overcast, not too bright, but didn’t forebode rain or storms any time soon.
Dahlia’s hair was pulled back, accenting her cheek bones. She wore a grey tank that exposed her midriff and a slightly baggy pair of casual green linen pants with a drawstring.
Their server was a young cleanly kept man, likely in his early 20’s.
“Can I start you with water, or coffee,” he asked as he placed menus in front of them.
“Coffee for me,” Travis answered as he glanced at her. The waiter followed suit.
“I’ll have the same, thank you.”
“Wonderful, I’ll be right back with that,” he said as he sped away.
“What a nice morning,” Dahlia spoke, “and what delectable company to share breakfast with,” she smiled and rubbed her foot against his left calf.
“Couldn’t have asked for better. Do you know what you’re getting?” He asked, glancing down at the menu.
“I think I’ll be getting the eggs Benedict. That sounds so good to me right now.”
“It’s been forever since I’ve had that, but I think I’m craving a big fat omelet. “
“That’s not the only thing that is big and fat that you apparently have been craving,” she jested.
He laughed, blushing a bit. He didn’t know how to answer that. Overnight he had gone from straight to cock sucker, and while he thoroughly was into Dahlia, he grappled in his mind with how he felt about his fascination and enjoyment of her cock.
“Oh, cock got you tongue?” She laughed as she gave him a little nudge with her foot. “Don’t get too serious on me, Travis, it’s too early for that, ” she said taking his hand over the table.
The server came back around with the coffee, “For the lovely lady, and the handsome gentleman,” he said, placing the coffees and fixings on the table. “Are you ready to order?”
After ordering it didn’t take long for their food to arrive, and as Dahlia stated before, she was famished. They shoveled their gemlik escort food into their mouths, barely speaking a word between bites.
The server approached, having seen their plates almost finished. Before Travis could say a word, Dahlia asked for the check. He cast her a look as the server walked away.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. I just did that,” she said defiantly.
“Well, I guess you are wearing pants today,” he laughed back.
She paid the bill, and they made their walk back toward the apartments. As they approached the section of the hall where their doors sat across from each other, she leaned in and gave him a kiss, then looked in his eyes, “I need to get some things done, but I should be free this evening if you would want to hang out again.”
“That would be nice,” he replied and watched her disappear through her doorway, her winking as she closed it.
He did some sort of celebratory spin and chuckled, then went to his door.
Travis spent the first few minutes gathering his things for the work week. He didn’t want to leave until later. He wanted to have complete focus on Dahlia if she came over. His work attire laid out over the clothes rail, with socks and shoes awaiting below.
Dahlia spent some of her time tidying her house. She stripped her bed, throwing the sheets in the wash, emptying the dishwasher and refilling it with the few straggling dishes hanging around.
Luckily, Dahlia had done the majority of her school work through the week, but still had a few hours to knock out. She was sure she could finish it l, leaving plenty of time for her and Travis to spend some time together.
Travis had finished his chores, and now was just filling empty time. Time that allowed his brain to wander. A mental journey between arousal and conflict, as images of her perfect breasts, tight stomach, pert ass, and…thick schlong shifted through his head. He rationalized with himself that it was okay, because he was still the man in the relationship. It was still him fucking her. He was still the top, and that made it okay, right? Even if her cock was bigger….
A little dribble of precum formed at the head of his penis in his shorts. Why the notion of his next action even formed in his head, he had no idea, but he slid his hand under the waistband, wiped it with his finger and stuck it in his mouth, savoring the salty clear fluid on his tongue like it was some sort of delicacy.
The day slowly shifted to evening, as the sky turned to an orangish glow. The warm air cooled inviting windows to be cracked and air conditioners to nap for now.
Dahlia closed her book, and organized her notes into a folder before setting her school bag to the side of her desk and choosing her outfit for the evening. She looked through her panties, trying to select just the right pair, but kept finding herself thinking, “Travis would look especially cute in these,” despite knowing that it may scare him in his clinging to his masculinity. She threw a pair in her bag just in case, along with another few helpful items.
The temptation to stretch Travis’s boundaries was pretty drawing for her. She kind of liked the idea of watching him squirm and jump through mental hoops.
Dahlia then made her way to the bathroom to ready herself for her “date.”
The sound of knocking broke Travis’s trance as he blankly stared out his window, observing the sidewalk below. Hurriedly, he made his way to the door, and opened it.
Dahlias hair was braided into pigtails, her lips pink, her eyes gently shadowed, and sparkling. She wore a plum colored dress v neck dress. The v dropped to be even with the bottom of her breasts, allowing inner curve to be seen. It hugged her thin stomach and waist, and barely covered her thighs.
“You look stunning!” Travis said.
“And you look like I may have to lift your jaw from the floor and potentially reattach it after it dropped like that.”
“Sorry, it’s just…”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s flattering, ” Dahlia said as she leaned in and kissed him.
His dick swelled in his underwear. It obviously responded quite altıparmak escort well to her presence. Hers, stretched against her panties, demanding attention.
He shifted back through the doorway, allowing her room to come inside, and promptly closed the door behind her.
Reaching into her purse, procured a game cartridge, and bounced her eyebrows, “You wanna…”
“That sounds awesome! Would you like a drink?”
“That would be nice. A beer sounds good if you have one.”
“Yeah, I have a few pale ales, a brown…”
“A brown ale sounds delightful.”
Travis grabbed a pale ale for himself and a brown ale for Dahlia.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve played this bond game.” Travis said.
“I’m so going to own you!” Dahlia teased.
Within a few minutes, Travis was taken out. “Yeah, take it in the face, bitch.”
“If you think I’m gonna be your bitch, you have another thing coming.”
“Think what you want, but you are already playing the role quite nicely,” she heckled, giving him a push.
“Oh yeah?”
“If you think you have this owned, you have another thing coming.”
Again his character faded to a restart screen.
“I’ll take you all day,” Dahlia exclaimed while getting grabby and pinching him all over.
“Oh that bitch,” he laughingly thought, before grabbing at her, only to find himself utterly pinned in a flurry of arms, legs and.,,he so horribly lost.
Perhaps Travis grasped at coping mechanisms, or he just wasn’t sure how to give in, but he was involuntarily pinned, and he didn’t know what to think of it.
He tried lifting his arms, back flat against the couch, but she had him by the wrists and leaned all her weight on to them, with her feet pressing against his ankles. His now swollen member pressing against hers.
Dahlia found this position quite hot, having surmounted him in the “power struggle.” A mischievous smile crept across her face, her eyes glistening with hunger.
She ground her hips into his, as she sucked and bit at his neck.
“Well, look at that…it seems I came out on top,” she whispered in his ear. She let go of one of his wrists and reached down, wiping some precum that had soaked through the fabric of her panties, placed her fingers in his mouth. He sucked at them like they were coated in some sweet honey.
“You seem to have taken to that,”she chuckled. “Getting accustomed to that flavor?”
“Mmhmm,” was all he could muster as his wires crossed in his brain and in his body.
Dahlia pulled his throbbing rod out from his shorts, and slid it into the opening of her panties along her thigh. Their appendages now bound together snugly by the fabric. She again began to grind against him.
“That’s a lot of cock in my panties,” she said, smiling devilishly at him. “You like seeing all the cock in my little panties, Travis?”
Glancing down, he watched as the fabric stretched and slid over their erections, little gobs of goo, darkening the fabric.
“Mmm hmmm.”
“So much fucking dick, baby. And here you have always thought you were so fucking straight.”
“But I am,” a little voice said in his head, as his eyes simply stared at the two pistoning dicks, unable to look away as his mouth watered.
Her finger traced over the fabric resting on their heads, collecting more precum and delivering it to his tongue.
“But straight boys generally aren’t so thirsty for cock juice are they?” She pushed further with her rewiring of his brain in her kinky talk.
“No…they aren’t,” he barely got out, questioning for a moment so many things, as she worked her cock against him.
Pulling his dick from her panties, she then climbed up his, using the arm rest for support. She rested her panty clad meat right against his face.
“Might as well get it straight from the source. Go ahead, lick it.”
Travis was so fucking hot right now, and yet inside his head the realization that a big fuckstick was now resting against his lips was sending shockwaves through his pysche.
His tongue licked up the fabric.
“Oh, that’s right baby. osmangazi escort Mmm, how’s it feel having a nice big cock in your face. How’s it feel knowing that your dick is just twitching as you grapple with the reality that you are about to be made a cocksucker?”
She ground herself against his tongue.
“Oh god, I’m becoming a cocksucker,” his brain echoed internally and freaked out.
She reached down freeing her large phallus from it’s confines and began slapping against his face, his cheeks, his lips, and then stoked up her long length then squeezing her glans until a long stringy droplet of her arousal slowly dripped on to his tongue.
Dahlia was as enjoying watching this soft, small boy mentally squirm through the hoops that she was dragging him though, watching him push through the conflicted feelings about his own arousal and desire.
Lifting her hips a little, she guided the head of her cock into his mouth, and despite a desperate look in his eyes, that offered no resistance.
“You like me taking charge, don’t you?”
His lips pursed around her shaft.
“That big fat cock defiling those boy lips of yours….” She moaned out as she reached back and worked his straining penis. His little penis oozed to her touch, keeping him well lubricated.
Gently, she gyrated her hips, fucking his mouth, his throat slowly adjusted.
His eyes watered as he struggled to completely inhale her invading member.
“My cute little boy looks so good with a big fat cock in his mouth. Don’t worry baby, we will stretch that throat to accommodate it in time, ” she said as he continued working herself in and out of his mouth.
She could feel her orgasm building, and simply couldn’t resist the urge to claim her new found lover. Her hand moved from his shaft to his little balls. She grasped them at their base, squeezing and pulling them hard, as she began pistoning hard and facefucking him.
“That’s right you little cocksucker, take this hot load,” she growled and grunted as she began unleashing torrents of cum into his mouth. Spurt after spurt filled his mouth, her cock popping out from his lips as he struggled to keep up and spraying all over his mouth and face. “Ooooh my fucking godddd,” she moaned as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her.
She lowered herself on his body, her jizz dripping from her across his torso and abdomen, until her face was even with his. Licking a gob off his cheek first, she then kissed him deeply and passionately, tasting herself.
As she pulled away, a string of cum attached to their lips, she spoke, “I hope that was alright, I just kind of lost myself in the moment.”
“Uh, yeah….” He answered, now definitely a cocksucker and coated in cum, as he grappled with the gravity of that thought.
She didn’t let him grapple long, nor did she care to.
“Now your turn. Want to finish this in the bedroom?”
She bounced on to her feet, and before he could answer took a hold of his shaft and pulled causing him to rise up as she guided him by his appendage to the bedroom.
She pushed him onto his back, climbed on the bed and took his member in her mouth. His length easily bottomed out without trouble, as she worked it with her lips.
“Oh fuck that feels good,” he moaned.
After a few minutes of that, she propped herself up.
“I have an idea. Here, get up on your hands and knees,” she directed. He obeyed. Sliding underneath him, she again took his penis into her mouth and began sucking hard at it. His back arched and he threw his head back in ecstasy.
For a moment, his dick plopped out from her mouth, only for a complete shock to hit his system, as he felt his asscheeks spread in her hands, and her tongue start teasing the rim of his little hole. In complete surprise, part of him wanted to protest, but he didn’t. Instead he wailed out in intense pleasure from an act he never imagined he would enjoy so much. One her hands worked his hardon as she continued lapping at his starfish. Then, he jumped, as her tongue pressed between his folds into his ass.
“Ooh oooh ooh,” he cooed and moaned, like a little girly bitch, encouraging her to continue. She could feel his body quivering, and she knew that she had cemented him right where she wanted him. His muscles tightened, he cried out, and then unloaded, cum pouring out on to her.
Slowly he came down and his spasms shortened.
“Somebody definitely liked that.”