Brat

“You are NOT going to seduce me!”

I was livid. For months I had dreamed of his cock, the way it would look, the way it would smell, the way it would taste, even the sound the zipper would make as he pulled it down. And now he was going to deny me?

I did not say a word. I just looked at him, and slid across the bed. I had pretended to read in his room, knowing that if I wiggled my legs a certain way, the skirt of my dress would reveal my generous ass. The panties I was wearing had lace edges, and accentuated my round ass and plump thighs in a way I had been told was attractive.  He, however, appeared immune.

“You know we can’t do this. She’s coming home tonight.”

It was true, his wife would be home that night. I didn’t care though, and if he truly cared, he would not have let me come to his house alone.

I decided then that there was only one way I was going to get what I wanted, and that was to play dirty. The sweet seductive route was not working at all, and I was going to have that cock at all costs.

I stood up off the bed, and faced him. I smiled at him, and kissed him. He lightly kissed me back, and I squeezed my chest against him. I stopped kissing him and he backed up. Then, I lightly slapped him across the face.

He blinked, looked amused, and smiled at me.

“And that is supposed to . . .”

I slapped him again, hard, squarely across his right cheek. It was so hard, that he stumbled back, surprised at the blow.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?”

I raised my hand back one more time, and hit him harder than I had ever hit anyone. This time, however, he responded the way I had hoped, the way I had been hoping for.

“You bitch! You’re going to leave a fucking mark on my fucking face!”

He grabbed my wrists with his hands, and pulled me close to him. He twisted my arms up under my shoulder blades, pushed up. I winced in pain, but tried not to show it.

“Stop being such a cunt, pull down your fucking dress,  and get in the goddamned car. I’m taking you home.”

I kicked him in the shin with my bare foot, and he doubled over in pain, falling to his knees.

“No! YOU listen. I’m not some fucking toy that you can pull out and play with when its convenient for you!”

I grabbed the back of his bald head and shoved his face into my crotch.

“See what you did asshole? Can you feel that wet pussy?”

As I ground his face into the skirt of my dress, I lifted my leg and put one foot on the bed. With my free hand, I lifted my skirt, and pulled my panties to one side. I shoved three fingers in my wet pussy, and then pulled them out and rubbed them all over his smooth shiny head. That was not enough for me, and I positioned my cunt so that I was almost sitting on top of his head. I heard him breathe deeply, and just smiled.

“You like it, don’t you? You love being covered with my smell, kneeling at my pussy, just waiting to taste it?”

With that, he tilted his head up and started eating my pussy. Not licking, not grazing, but using his tongue AND his teeth and roughly trying to get as much of my lips as he could in his mouth.

I continued to grind myself against his face, and suddenly felt him shove two fingers, then three, then four fingers in my cunt, and my knees buckled. I fell down on the floor on top of him, and quickly straddled him with my legs.

I leaned down and started kissing his lips and neck, and then moving my tongue upwards to lick my own juices off of his head. From the first moment I saw him, I had fantasized about putting my pussy all over his bald head and then tasting myself.

I then moved my head downward, and began kissing him again. I bit his lip, sucked on his tongue, and then pulled back and started unbuttoning his blue oxford shirt. When I remembered it was the same shirt I had bought him, I stopped unbuttoning and just started ripping.

With his chest exposed, I started pinching his nipples. He involuntarily smiled, so I pinched harder and harder, not stopping until his smile turned to a grimace of pain.

My hands were now as impatient as I was, and I reached down to unbuckle his belt, and then his jeans. His cock was rock hard, no matter what he had said before. He started to say something, but I put my hand in his open mouth to shut him up.

I opened his pants, pulled the zipper down, and felt something wet and slippery on his briefs. I dove down and sucked the pre-come from the briefs until there was none left. Then I tugged his jeans and underwear off his hips and onto the floor.

I sat back and just looked at him. Dammit, but he was beautiful. Lying on the floor, with only his unbuttoned shirt against his shoulders, I could see just how gorgeous his body was. His chest was big and firm, with lots of soft curly brown hair to grab onto. I looked him up and down, but my eyes kept going back to his cock.

His cock was long and thick, with a beautiful pink head. The skin was smooth, and pre-come had made it look just like a wet lollipop begging to be licked.

I pulled my dress up over my head, and unhooked my bra. He reached up to grab my huge tits, but I pushed him back down. I did not want him to touch me; I wanted to use him like a toy, a dildo, a lovely object to fuck as I chose.

Finally, I licked my lips and took his cock into my mouth. He breathed in deeply, and I pushed my head down as far as it would go. I wanted his cock inside me, all the way inside my throat. I wanted to gag on that cock, and feel my pussy clench when I did it.

His cock smelled and tasted delicious; pre-come mingled with sweat. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and moved my head down further to suck his balls and lick his ass. When my tongue went in his ass, he moaned in a way that showed me that no one had ever been in his ass before. And that he liked it.

As I licked his ass, I put one hand on is balls, and the other hand on his cock, pumping his foreskin up and down over his shaft. His cock suddenly grew thicker, and before I knew it, he sat up, pushed me off of him, and forced me onto the floor on my back. He lowered himself on top of me, with his cock on my face. I opened my mouth, because I knew exactly what was next.

He shoved his cock in my mouth, and started fucking my throat. I gagged, I coughed, and my pussy got wetter each time I did. At one point, I was worried that I could not breathe, but he pulled back just long enough for me to pant once or twice, and then he was back on me. Then, I started choking and gagging for real, and even though I enjoyed it, I was getting scared. He was plowing into my mouth with such intensity that I worried he would hurt me. I raised my hands to push him off of me, but he grabbed them and held them above my head.

“Take it bitch, you wanted this, now fucking TAKE IT! Gag on it all you want, I’m not stopping!”

That seemed to push him over the edge, and his cock started to swell in my throat, choking me even more. I felt it pulse, and then the thick, salty liquid poured down the back of my throat. It tasted so fucking good, but my body started to rebel against the oxygen deprivation. I struggled hard, but he stayed on me, keeping me down with his weight.

Finally, when tears were streaming down my cheeks, and I couldn’t struggle anymore, he pulled back. I gasped and choked for air like a drowning woman, and felt like I was going to throw up. I sat up and just panted for a few minutes until my breathing returned to normal.

After what felt like an eternity of silence between us, he stood up and got me a glass of water. I was still a little shaky, and the glass trembled in my hands. My throat hurt when I swallowed the water, and yet I was sad to wash the taste of him out of my mouth.

Sometimes, being a brat gets you what you want. This time, it got me what I deserved.