Blowing Mr. Anderson

The exams seemed to stare back at Nicolette. She couldn’t help but look at the F paper. It wasn’t what she wanted. Yet, it represented the smart thing. She knew her grades wouldn’t suffer too much; across the board, her grades were straight A’s; however, this was only Monday. She still had a chemistry exam, physical education exam, and history paper due this week. It was definitely the moral thing to take the F. I know what Mariabelle wants me to do. Why the fuck does she care? Why’s she always so mean to me???

That despair and frustration hit her like a kidney punch. Her eye scanned the A paper. Her paper. The one she wrote half blind with lust, imagining everyone using her body for their pleasure. Nicolette knew she should think better of herself, but god, she loved it when girls in porn acted like sluts. She fucking loved how rough Danny and Alex had been earlier. Her body ached; it was challenging to tell if it was from this morning’s hot yoga or the boy’s treatment. Luckily, her ass felt better. Whatever that voice in the wind had done, it made her ass feel ok. Her tight little hole wasn’t sore but ached like the rest of her.

Fuck Mariabelle, she thought again. Why should she be judged? What gave Mariabelle the right? Nicolette liked being compared to Mom. She loved her Mom; even though they were far apart now, it was because society deemed her profession immoral. But Nicolette didn’t see it that way. Her Mom always provided; more than her Dad did. Even when Dad was in the military, he was gone. When he was home, he’d be drinking.

Nicolette mentally waved the image of her Father, drinking gin and burping while watching football in just his undies, out of her mind. He was gross; since he’d left the army, he’d put on fifty pounds of fat and grew an ugly, unkempt beard. It was a miracle he still worked as a mall cop.

On her mind was the remark about the S.R.O. Mr. Anderson made. Legal trouble sounded bad.

An image flashed in her head.

She was in prison. Nude, her legs were spread by two sexy dykes dressed in orange jumpsuits as a third one pounded her fist into Nicolette’s ass. They laughed and called her a slut, but Nicolette could feel herself getting off on the rough way they fucked her ass. Her breasts heaved as she approached….

Shaking her head, Nicolette stared at the A. As good as that image was, she didn’t really want to ruin her life. Besides, the current campus cop, Mr. Gary, was apparently a real piece of work. He’d caught Jasmine and Tony, last year’s prom queen and king, doing the nasty in a bathroom and gotten them both expelled. No, that doesn’t sound ideal. I should probably try not to get caught. That would be bad.

Her mind almost made up, Nicolette turned her pretty brown eyes up to Mr. Anderson. She thought about him. He was so strong and handsome; that bald head and crow’s eyes seemed so authoritarian to her. I bet he could really give me a good dicking, she thought, biting her lip. She blushed, I don’t want to lose my virginity, unless it’s on camera. That idea is so fucking sinful and delightful. It’s weird. It’s like the only time I’ve ever valued my virginity is when I’m actively considering losing it…

Blushing, Nicolette felt another hot flash of anger. Why am I still so pissed off about Mariabelle? It’s not like I expected her to do anything else but berate me. Last year, she buzzed my head because ‘I thought you’d look better androgynous.’ Or when they were younger, how Mariabelle and Jonathon teased her relentlessly about her body. I wasn’t even fat. She regretted sending that photo to Mariabelle; she suddenly knew Mariabelle was going to **** that power over her. Fuck it. I’m taking my A.

Nicolette looked up again at Mr. Anderson. Her body posture screamed decision, and he smirked at her, a question forming on his brow. He didn’t say anything, but Nicolette felt compelled to say, “I’m taking my A. I earned it.”

She stood up, her mind wondering how she was going to do this. The sudden movement elicited a sudden whisper on the wind,

“Offer to give him a thigh-job”

Failure

Her mind raced. The idea was too tempting. There was no way she could offer up her virginity here and now, and she didn’t think she could resist trying to fuck him. No, I can’t let him use my pussy… I want it as bad. Suddenly, she also couldn’t remember if she was up on her birth control pills. The thought filled her with a confluence of emotions. Shock that she had forgotten, anxiety over her current situation, forbidden taboo at the thought of being bred, panic that she might get pregnant.

Playing it off as nerves, she gave Mr. Anderson a weak smile. “Mr. Anderson, may I strip for you?” She asked. He gave her a nod, and she pulled up her modified sweater. Her perky tits bounced down, and the naughty feeling elicited a giggle from Nicolette. For his part, Mr. Anderson rubbed his hands together and smiled wickedly. That encouraged Nicolette, and she tossed her top to the side and quickly shimmied out of Izzy’s gym shorts. His eyes stared at her pussy, and she blushed. Embarrassed, Nicolette softly admitted, “I was trying to trim my bush into a landing strip, but I followed the wrong line.”

“I think it’s cute,” he whispered. He didn’t get out of his chair, but leaned back and loosened his back tie. Nicolette felt giddy: a part of her rational brain chalked it up to the weed, but she couldn’t deny the sexy feeling guiding her achy body forward. It was hard not to jump onto him as she crawled into his lap. His pants felt rough on her smooth thighs, but she didn’t really mind. That ache joined the aches in her muscles. His strong heart pounded against his chest while she ran her hands up his body, starting with his abdomen. Her body followed until she fully straddled him. Her only support was his muscular thighs. She couldn’t help but press her pillowy boobs into his chest. His cock felt so big tucked into his pants. The outline felt like a third leg resting against her thigh. Leaning up, she closed her eyes while leaning in for a kiss.

Expecting lips to meet lips, Nicolette furrowed her eyebrows at the sensation of her lips meeting a single solitary finger. Opening them, she looked up at Mr. Anderson. Firmly, but not uncaring, he told her, “I’m not going to kiss you, Ms. Smith. I have a wife whom I love. I reserve my romantic kisses for her.”

That stung. Nicolette knew what was happening. Fuck it. I’m not going to let Mariabelle ruin this for me. I don't care if what I'm doing is essentially whoring. It’s my fucking life and I want to enjoy this. Her anger threatened to boil over. Instead, she closed her eyes and rubbed against his clothed cock. Moaning, she whispered out, “that’s fine, Mr. Anderson. I can be your little mistress for today.”

A deep sigh, something Nicolette recognized as relief, came from Mr. Anderson. His hand traced her cheek, and he whispered softly, “thank you for understanding, Ms. Smith.”

Feeling discouraged and not really wanting to look directly at his handsome face, Nicolette crawled down his body until she knelt at his belt level. She could still feel his hot breath tickling her hair and she heard a quiet whisper,

“You offered anything, so give him everything except your virginity. Use your newfound confidence to take control and play with that wonderful cock like you know you want to.”

Success

Nicolette didn’t feel particularly confident; she felt pissed off and horny. But the sight of that tantalizing cock just throbbing inside his pants made her salivate. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt. Hoping she’d look more passionate than annoyed, she looked up at Mr. Anderson and couldn’t help giggling. “Mr. Anderson? Do you let all the pretty girls do this?”

As she unbuttons his slacks, he groans and chuckles, “No. There just seems to be something about you Smiths.”

Nicolette frowned. Part of her desperately wanted to know more about that comment, but another part of her would rather not hear anything right now. Instead, she zipped his pants down and pulled his pants down his waist.

His big black cock flopped out. Massive, it throbbed angrily in her direction. She stared at it cross-eyed and gently breathed on it. It twitched in response. Sticking her nose close, she smelled his manly essence. Instantly, she felt aroused. All higher order thoughts seemed to turn off.

“Wow, Mr. Anderson, you have a python for a cock. May I suck it?” Nicolette asked. He grunted, “yea,” and she leaned back and tasted his cock head. He tasted salty, but not in the same way either Alex or Danny had. His sweat tasted slightly sweeter and muskier. She couldn’t help giggling about that. What kind of girl am I turning into? Comparing cocks?

The thought thrilled her. Only in her wildest dreams could she act out the fantasies she saw in porn. Now, she looked up and met Mr. Anderson’s eyes with her own. She felt passionate: anger and lust melded together deliciously. Her hazy eyes burned with intensity. She wanted to enjoy this so bad. Anger wasn’t really her thing, so she swallowed it as she swallowed his head.

Mr. Anderson moaned and weaved his hands into her mousy brown hair. “Fuuuck.”

Nicolette felt naughty and mean comparing cocks. Mr. Anderson was a physical specimen, but he wasn’t as long or big as Danny or Alex. She thought he must still be around seven inches as she stroked his cock. But his heavy balls dwarfed theirs. She smirked and felt only slightly bad as she teased him, “Does your wife ever do this? Or do you only let little wh-”

GAAACK GAAAACKL GRAAACKLLL PLOP FEEEACC AAARCGGHH GAAACCK

“Don’t walk about my wife, Ms. Smith,” He hammered his point down, forcing his cock down her throat with every syllable. He didn’t particularly care for her tone and really shoved his cock down her throat.

Nicolette tried to swallow his sword; she found out she couldn’t. He got maybe five inches into her mouth before he ran out of real estate. She couldn’t get the proper angle. In her current mood, the tears and spit that ran down her face felt oddly cathartic. If only she could deep throat him like all the good little pornstars could. In her mind, it had been so easy when laying down and allowing Alex to fuck her throat. All she had to do then was tap on his thigh and he’d let her up. Now, the constant banging on her tonsils felt both annoying and erotic. I’m just a dirty little fucking slut. And I fucking love it! If only I was good enough to take his fucking cock all the way down. Argh!

The thought comforted her, and she brought her hand up to his balls. She looked up in his eyes as he held her body as flush against him as he could. She dared him with her eyes to get rougher, but he didn’t take the bait. So, she took matters into her hands, literally.

Glaaaaccckkkk

“Oh fuck!” she breathed out hoarsely. He said something and she didn’t really hear him. Instead, she pulled his cock up to his stomach and licked his ball sack. It tasted even saltier. Luckily, he was shaved, and the silky-smooth texture of his balls turned her on even more. Stroking his cock with one hand, she started fingering her clit with the other. Meanwhile, she inhaled his balls, exploring every inch of them with her tongue and mouth.

When she was done exploring, she looked up at Mr. Anderson’s face. He smiled and gave her a hot look. His smile curved into a wicked smirk, and he asked her, “Is that all you got? A five-minute blowjob? I expect more from you, Ms. Smith.”

A/N: I'm going to be very sporadic over the coming weeks as finals approach. I'm encouraging everyone to comment. In addition to the normal whispers, this branch will involve supernatural qualities.

I will introduce a "leveling" type system in ~3-4 chapters. If you have any suggestions or thoughts on the matter, please comment or DM me.

Two things I am working on:

Loot. I have ideas for both cursed and beneficial loot. Part of tying it into the 'leveling' system. An example of cursed loot (that I stole): a collar that says slut. If Nicolette goes without swallowing cum in ~8 hours, the necklace will slowly **** her. An example of positive loot would be bootie shorts that make her ass bigger if she 'attunes' with it. (pretty sure I'm stealing that one too).

Making a marketplace for libido points to go. With the cap of 100, we will eventually reach a point where there's no longer any point in rolling. Where's the fun in that? My solution is a 'marketplace' where she can buy certain traits/characteristics/items/etc. with libido points. My initial thought is to have a poll lasting awhile for readers to vote on what they want. Alternatively, I can writer fiat it.

Modifiers:

Libido +1

Libido total = 31

Status Effect:

Marijuana: max DC = 90 for next 5 1/2 hours

Kink:

Exhibitionism

Fetish:

Making Porn

Dice Rolls:

“Offer to give him a thighjob

DC = 50

D100 = 30 + 12 = 42

Failure

“You offered anything, so give him everything except your virginity. Use your newfound confidence to take control and play with that wonderful cock like you know you want to.”

DC = 50

D100 = 30 +39 = 69 (Nice)

Success

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