Part 1

If I was worried about my friendship with Ella being affected by the whole blowjob incident, well, it was. Not in a bad way, though. We still hung around watching stupid horror movies together (we even polished off the Splatterzone series with the horrific remake that follows a group of influencers being total fuckfaces–who get their faces melted off), drank a little too much at our favorite neighborhood bar, and made idiotic stacks of misshapen pancakes when we were hungover. The only thing that was different is that most of our activities eventually culminated with Ella wiggling her way between my legs and putting my dick in her mouth. Not a bad outcome.

About two weeks and five more blowjobs after our first time, Ella confronted me about something over coffee at the Cozy Cup Cafe. Her wavy, golden hair was pulled into a ponytail that fell to her shoulders. It was the tail-end of summer, and she was wearing a simple black ribbed tank top with a pair of faded denim shorts. She smirked at me over her cold brew, “You know, Jay, you said that you liked it rough, right?”

“Huh?” I was spacing off, my fingers drawing elaborate patterns along my dark wash jeans. I lowered my voice, “Oh. You mean, uh, sexually?”

“Well, yeah,” she perked up, her elbows falling to her side so that they pushed and lifted her breasts. It occurred to me at that moment that I hadn’t seen Ella fully nude yet. She was usually partially clothed while coddling my balls.

“Yeah, I do. I tend to be pretty dominant in bed. I think you’ve gotten a taste of that from our, uh, sessions.”

“Sure, I can see that. But I mean…” she bit her bottom lip, considering her next words carefully, “you’ve been pretty gentle with me, don’t you think? I mean, I haven’t even swallowed your entire, um, length.”

I let out a nervous laugh. Were we really having a chat about the mechanics of deepthroat in the middle of a coffee shop? “So what, you want to learn how to deepthroat?”

Ella smiled widely, “Yes! I mean, I should know how to, right? Guys seem to love it. And it’s not fair to you that I’m not smushing my nose up against your abdomen, is it?” She affected a cute, innocent voice while she wriggled her pink, bunny-like nose.

She was bad.

Clearly. Basically the worst.

My cock throbbed.

I leaned back in my chair, pretending to consider Ella’s question. “Yeah, that’s true. I suppose I’ve been overly-cautious with you because of your inexperience. Do you really think you’re ready to take it deeper? And, I mean this seriously, to let me treat you like I want?”

I could hear her feet tapping excitedly under the small table. She nodded, her ponytail bouncing up and down.

“Alright, then let’s go back to my place. We can see how well you do.”

Ella was pawing at me the whole way back to my apartment. While I fumbled with my keys outside the door, she was grabbing my bulge through my jeans, smiling flirtatiously as she said, “I can’t wait for you to fuck my throat.” She had learned a thing or two about talking dirty over the past two weeks.

Once inside, she tossed her tote over the couch and fell to her knees, her small hands wrestling with my braided belt. There was a loud zip and then she tore my jeans down, looking up at me with glee as she pressed her pursed lips against my boxer briefs. I grabbed the back of her head, holding her to my crotch as the sticky wetness of precum met the warmth of her mouth.

She started sucking through the fabric, her lips closing around the silhouette of my cock so greedily that I could have burst right there. The thought of watching as she lapped up my cum as it seeped through my boxers excited me, but I checked myself–we were just getting started.

I rubbed her face against my boxers, the friction of my erection stretching my boxers until they were slightly translucent. Ella noticed, “God, you really are so big.”

“Gonna suck me like a good girl?”

Ella looked up at me, her eyes a little mischievous as she hung her mouth over my bulge. “I always do, Sir.”

It was apparent the first time Ella sucked me off that she had some submissive tendencies. Her apparent interest in calling me “sir” was ample evidence of that. It wasn’t something that I’d asked for, but I was happy to encourage it.

“That’s what I like to hear,” I gripped her chin, holding her so that she could feel the pulsing of my cock against her cheek. I pushed her off, shoving her onto all fours. “Now crawl to the bedroom. Let me see you shake your ass.”

She knew exactly how to wiggle her brilliantly bubbly backside as she slowly crawled down the hall. I pushed the waistband of my boxers down while she paused in the bedroom’s doorway, looking back at me as my throbbing cock sprung free.

“Ready for this?”

She opened her mouth wide, “Come take what you want, Jay.” She swayed back and forth, giving me a sly grin as a strand of saliva hung from her tongue.

“Have you been watching porn or something? So much dirty talk today.” I teased her, my erection swaying a bit wildly back and forth as I rushed into the bedroom.

I closed the door and locked it behind me. “Hopefully my roommate doesn’t come home, because he’d definitely hear this.” My palm found its rightful place beneath the base of Ella’s ponytail. I pulled her forward, her lips parting wetly as her warmth engulfed my leaking cockhead.

Her eyes–flecked with bits of gold like her hair–looked proudly up at me as her tongue flicked my frenulum. “I think you know that you’re getting good at this.” She wiggled her hips as if to answer and I immediately reached down to grope her plump asscheek. My fingers dug beneath the hem of her shorts and found her soft flesh. I pulled upwards, giving her a near thong of denim as she bobbed hungrily on my shaft.

It was interesting to see her habits–I suppose every woman has a particular style and personality when it comes to sucking cock. And I imagine it develops the most when they’re first getting their feet wet. Ella had gone from being cautious and gentle to being much more confident and eager in the space of a few sessions. She started by thoroughly wetting my tip and pushing slightly up my shaft, her tongue flattening along the underside as she warmed her throat up.

Normally, I’d let her pace herself here, but she asked for me to “take what I wanted,” so I did. My hand tightened where her hairline met her neck and when she tried to pull back for a breath, I held firm. Her eyes darted up to me, my cock about a third of the way inside her mouth, and I smiled. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

As if accepting my challenge, she pushed her ass out slightly and leaned in, her perfectly wet lips moving slowly but surely up my length. I shook my pants and boxers from each ankle, “That’s a good girl. You’re going to push yourself today.”

“Mhm,” she mumbled around my cock. I began to apply force to the back of her head, pushing her until I hit her gag reflex and felt that first bit of rejection. I pulled back, giving her the space to take a breath.

She rubbed her spit into my cock, her small hand just barely closing around my girth. Flirtatiously, she batted her eyes, “Are you going to show me what you really like, Sir?”

“That’s right. But first, let me see these...” I pulled down on her tank top’s thin straps. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra–I had seen her nipples get just a little erect while we were discussing our plans in the cafe. Her bare tits bounced free as I rolled her top down. They were relatively small, but gloriously perky and round. A perfect little handful. I grabbed one and thumbed her pert, pink nipple. She let out a soft, mewling moan.

“You’ve been hiding these from me.”

“You shoulda asked to see ‘em.” She twisted her torso back and forth, displaying her breasts as proudly as she had wiggled her ass.

“I just don’t want to get your little tank top too wet.”

She looked up at me quizzically, “Hm? What do you mean?”

I answered by grabbing her head with both hands, my fingers spreading around her ears. I pushed forward, shoving my cock down her throat as far as I could. She gagged and sputtered around me. I pulled back, holding her head in place, and thrust forward again.

“Ah, fuck,” I grunted as I kept it up, dragging more and more spit over her bottom lip. It began to run down her chin and eventually broke in thick, glistening droplets on her tits. “That’s good, Ella, fuck, fuck, that’s it.”

I looked up at the ceiling as Ella filled the room with her obscene gagging noises. Her hands wrapped around my upper thighs and squeezed. I could feel her nails digging in as she reached her limit, so I pulled out, smacking my soaking cock against her forehead while she breathed heavily.

“Mmm, fuck Jay.” Her watering eyes peered up at me from beneath my erection. “Is that all you got for me?” Her lips curled into a sassy grin.

I laughed, “You’re asking for it, huh? Bit of a brat, you know? But I fucking love brats.” Quickly, I leaned over Ella’s kneeling body and swept her up into my arms. She was much shorter than me, making her a breeze to hoist into the air. As I was turning her over quickly, preparing to plop her down on her back on the bed, it occurred to me how much fun I could have man-handling her if we ever fucked. But, for now, I was focused on her mouth and her sass.

She bounced against the soft mattress, her body rolling gently to the side before she settled upside down. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her head barely hanging off it.

“Oh? What’s this?”

“Just keep your mouth open. I’ll be able to get deeper this way.” I positioned my cock in front of her lips and could feel her still heavy breathing. “I’m going to hit your gag reflex and your body is going to want to push me out. But just try to relax. Don’t struggle. I know what I’m doing, okay?”

She bit her lip and looked a little nervous, but she nodded. There was that good girl again.

With one hand on her breast, teasing her nipple, I pushed forward. “You know,” I said as soon as I breached her lips, “your dentist can tell when you’ve been having oral sex.” I gave her a sly smile as her eyes looked up at me in confusion.

“Well, they can if you have this kind of oral sex. Bruises the palette, you know?” I let out a small laugh, “Don’t worry. They don’t care.” I slid into her open mouth, giving her no opportunity to retort.

My grip tightened around her breast–I was leaning on her small body for support as I fucked her throat. I could feel her nipple chafing against my hand. She was rock solid. Knowing that she was aroused turned me on even more. I felt my cock twitch upwards inside her mouth and thought I must be pushing past her uvula.

“That’s it, you’re doing great, Ella.” Her hands were softly squeezing my thighs, providing feedback on how well she was managing. After sliding my shaft about halfway into her windpipe, I paused for a beat before drawing back.

“Managing okay?” I asked with my bulging mushroom tip resting on the curve of her upper lip.

She smiled up at me, her face half-obscured by my cock and balls. “I’m doing just swell, Sir. I can take it. Show me how–” she paused to move her hand to her mouth, a line of saliva was running towards her nose.

I grabbed her wrist, “Nope. Don’t you remember what I said our first time? Sloppy is good. Now, what were you going to say?”

She wiggled her hips eagerly as that spit ran over her nostril. “Show me how you like to fuck a good girl’s throat.”

“Unbutton your shorts.” She did as I demanded as I slid back into her mouth. This time I pushed further. I wanted to press my balls to the bridge of her nose, but I wasn’t sure that she could take me that deep yet. Still, I pushed–now with my hand gripping her throat so I could feel the way she tensed and expanded to take me past her pharynx. My other hand slid over her tits, ran across the bunched cotton of her tank top, then to her exposed navel. I pushed between the flaps of her shorts, which she’d dutifully left undone for me.

“Wearing panties with a bow today?” I teased as I felt the distinct bump of fabric along the hem of her thong. Then my fingers were beneath it, stretching it away from her mound so that I could curl my way inside her. My index finger teased against her clit before diving under–she was slick.

As I pushed my cock further into her throat–eliciting light tears at each eye that ran to her hairline–I slipped my finger inside her.

“Now you’ve really got nowhere to go.” My pace picked up and soon the bedroom was filled with the gushing sounds of my finger dragging along the roof of her pussy accompanied by my cock thrusting down her throat.

Shit. I was going to come soon. The sensation of her pussy clenching around my finger while her throat contracted around my dick was too intense. I went faster, my swaying balls nearly grazing her eyebrows. Faster. My middle finger stretched its way into her slit. Harder. I could feel spit pooling around where my shaft met her lips. Deeper. My grip tightened on her throat and I could feel it distend with every push.

“That’s it. Fuck. That’s it, Ella. Fuck, fuck, take it!” I shoved myself as deep as I could, convulsing with my balls resting over her eyes. I shot my load directly into her esophagus and could feel her throat gulping desperately to swallow it all. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and she was absolutely gushing over my knuckles.

When I finished I was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down my chest. I pulled my softening cock from Ella’s proud lips and tapped it against her chin, breaking off a thin, final strand of semen. She gazed up at me–her chest heaving while a mixture of spit and sperm ran over her eye and toward her forehead. I slowly pulled my fingers along the roof of her pussy one final time, then spread her wetness in soft circles around her clit.

“Holy shit,” she finally managed, one hand coming to rest over her belly button, “I feel lightheaded.”

“Well, you’re still upside down.” I helped her flip over onto her stomach and wrapped a hand around her ponytail. I pulled back so that she was looking up at me. “You were a good girl, Ella. That felt amazing.”

She stuck her tongue up, using it to lift my drooping manhood upwards. “My panties are fucking soaked now.” She half-giggled as she sucked the tip of my cock–I told her how sensitive it was after an orgasm so she loved to tease me.

Then, my cockhead still resting on her splayed tongue, she half-mumbled, “I bet you could fuck me even harder next time.”