My mouth started salivating as soon as he said it. I still had the taste of butter sauce in my mouth, and there’s no better way to wash down a serving of garlic-flavored melted fat than with a healthy helping of cock. I flipped over and looked at him, with his day-old boxers, and his raging hard-on underneath, and it was beautiful. I know, I know what you’re thinking. This guy really had some nerve to give himself an open-ended invitation to stay in my apartment for as long as he pleased, and then to come in and ask for a blow job. But my mouth was already open, my pussy was clenching, and I wanted nothing more than to swallow his entire beautiful penis.

Now that I worked in the field of entertaining penises and such, I wanted to put on a show for him. I got excited at the prospect. I was ready to show off a few of the tricks of the trade that I’d learned today at the um . . . er . . . coffee shop.

I slithered out from underneath him and placed him on the edge of my bed so that he was sitting up. He seemed a bit confused, but happily went along with it. He was getting a blow job after all. I got down on my knees on my floor. It was a nice change of pace from this afternoon to have my knees on a clean floor. I dramatically pulled his boxers down. I took the opportunity to secretly push them into my dirty laundry pile in the corner of my room with my foot, because they absolutely needed to be washed . . . or thrown away.

As I’d done with the men at the club, I looked deep into his eyes. I gave his cock one big long lick, from his balls to the top of his shaft. It was my nice way of saying hello. I worked up a healthy amount of spit from my salivating mouth, and I slobbered it all over his cock. I smooshed my perky B cups together and formed a nice tight little envelope for his cock to slide up and down in. He was definitely surprised. Titty fucks are like the long-lost ancestor of the blow job and hand job. They’ve been around for so many generations, but always seem to get forgotten about.

I continued to stare directly into his eyes as I moved myself up and down on his cock. I could feel it growing thicker and stronger between my breasts. My pussy was dripping onto my carpet, and I wasn’t entirely sure how clean it would still be after this.

His eyes rolled back into his head. He wanted more friction, so he took control of the situation and thrust himself into my breasts as I leaned back, holding them in place. From my point of view on the floor, staring directly into his big, beautiful brown eyes, it looked like he was aggressively fucking the air. I loved the carnivorous expression his face made when he was horny. His raging boner really connected him to his true sense of self. He was a sexual beast, and I could smell that on him the first time I met him. Quite frankly, it was dangerous.

A few minutes had passed, and while I enjoyed this homage to the titty fuck, it was time to get his cock in my mouth. I pushed him down onto my bed so he was lying flat, with his delicious large flagpole waving at me. I spread his legs open, and I got in a seductive doggy position, wedged in between them. I licked my lips and put the tip of his cock in my mouth. For a little bit of flair, I started doing a subtle twerk with my ass in the air. I saw him watching it in awe, so I turned my subtle twerk into a slightly more obvious twerk. It was like he and my ass were having their own little love affair while my mouth was on his cock.

I moved up and down the considerable length of him, sucking and licking, my lips never leaving his dick. I stuck it as far down my throat as I possibly could, and then a little ball of collected liquid from the back of my throat spilled onto the rest of his cock, making a wonderful lubricant for me to continue sucking. I tasted a little salt— some pre-cum. I wanted to lick every last drop out of him. Next, I moved my attentions down to the bottom of his shaft and licked his balls. That’s when I had an idea. I remembered earlier today when Melody had told me there was a little slut inside of me, just waiting to come out. And she was right, it was out.

I moved my face to the edge of the bed and hung it over it, upside down. I demanded that he get up and fuck my face. Once again, he seemed incredibly surprised, and might I say . . . impressed. Of course he obliged. He stood up and held my upside-down head in place as he thrust his cock in and out of my open mouth. I had never tried this kind of acrobatic face-fucking before, but somehow it all was coming quite naturally to me. I could feel my eyes tearing up, but he wiped away my happy blow job tears and continued to fuck my face. I loved the feeling of being suffocated by his cock. I loved the feeling of being pushed to the point of gagging on it. Who was I, and where did I come from? Was I still LeClaire? Was I Naomi? When did one start and one end? I concluded that I was in fact Naomi, but my good friend LeClaire had given me some tips that helped me get to where I was, which was upside down with a huge cock balls deep in my mouth.

I moved my hand down because something desperately had to attend to my eager pussy. I fingered myself and rubbed my clit, which was already a little swollen from being smacked up against hard cocks inside of clean pants all day. Rob glanced down at my pussy. This interrupted his love affair with my face—he seemed almost furious. Like he was saying, “How dare you use those fingers when I have a giant throbbing cock right here?”

He took his cock out of my mouth, spun my body around, and brought my pussy toward him. The head of his cock slid right in, and the long shaft stretched me open. The thickness of his dick hugged every erogenous zone inside of my pussy, and I was totally full. He was standing up, so I had a good view to watch him fucking my brains out. We were in some kind of deconstructed standing missionary position, and you know, it was times like these when I really thought the missionary position needed a new name. Missionary can be filthy, alright. It’s got a bad reputation, but it’s actually a great position where you can see someone’s face and their cock can slide all the way inside you. I bent my legs back so he could slide in me even further, and then I really felt it. Something about the way I moved my legs back and his angle of thrusting pushed the head of his penis into the perfect fucking spot, and I started shaking.

“Harder! Harder!” I said. I was practically crying. I have to admit, it was really complicated and rare for me to have an internal orgasm without any clitoral stimulation at all. He could feel my pussy tensing up, and he knew what was going on. He used the entire force of his dense body to fuck this one particular spot inside my pussy. He was panting and sweating, like he was getting to the end of a marathon. I was quivering, and then I felt my pussy clench up so tight that I almost pushed him out of me—but he kept fucking harder and fought the force of my pussy.

A powerful and intense orgasm took over my body. I was shaking and squealing and moaning and cumming. I hoped Jessie was enjoying Rob’s Xbox on a loud volume so she couldn’t hear the insanity going on right now. Or maybe I just didn’t care. If she was entitled to leave dirty dishes in the sink for eight consecutive days, then I was entitled to have loud obnoxious orgasms.

He pulled out and let out a loud, sexy grunt, and his semen exploded all over my stomach. Rob barely had the energy to move off the couch to get himself a soda, but when it came to sex, he turned into an athlete. I sat there and admired the large load of jizz on my stomach. I scooped it up into my mouth, and it tasted almost as good as the garlic butter sauce. He dropped down on my bed and passed out. Or was this our bed now? Was he sleeping here again tonight?

These were somewhat major things to be addressed, none of which I had the energy to address. I wiped the remainder of jizz off my stomach and pulled out an extra long D.A.R.E. T-shirt I had in a clothes drawer. Rob was snoring. I didn’t know how he passed out so fast. Oh, right, it was the power of my pussy that put him to sleep.

I left my bedroom and plopped myself down on my couch. Messy Jessie was nowhere to be found. I grabbed a controller and did what I felt was the most logical thing to do, what with all my convoluted emotions and life decisions, and that was to teach myself how to play Xbox.

To go back and see Rob go down on Naomi, turn to page 156.

To continue with Naomi in this fantasy, turn to page 166.