Bradley Denies Her

Cindy consoled herself with the knowedge that he'd surely finish up her butt again, and looked forward to it with a great deal of conviction, despite the lack of promised dick-sucking on her end. "I think...I think I can feel you getting ready to cum," she said.

"Yeah? What does it feel like?" Bradley whispered back.

"Like...a dream come truuuuuuuue..."" Cindy groaned, on account of Bradley timing another stroke to perfectly complement her sentence by making it devolve into a vocal fry-ridden mess. "I'm ready," she mumbled. "I'm ready, I'm ready, fuck I'm ready!"

"Glad to hear it.." she sensed a smile in his voice, and a seed of suspicion grew as Bradley enjoyed the palpable warmth emanating from between her legs and from within her booty, allowing himself to feel the full gamut of sensations during his last couple of thrusts. Even while hanging out the back of her, he could feel the heat from her pussy, and imagined how wet it must be by now as he ploughed away at this other hole. His cock was making an audible slurping sound with each stroke; the soft, warm anal cavity providing a most welcome space for him to pump away into. Cindy drew fragmented, halting breaths, unable to stop herself from drooling onto the glass. His dick felt so very good up there, and she swore she could feel the jiggling ripples his thrusting was creating on the surface of her butt cheeks was in turn resonating throughout the rest of her body. Though neglected, her pussy was suffused with wetness, which she confirmed by putting a hand down there and inspecting her hot, gooey fingers upon drawing them back up. She offered him the cum-drenched fingertips, and he accepted them gladly, sucking on them and running his tongue along her nails and knuckles.

"Someone likes this," he commented, and Cindy couldn't help but agree. She stared at him, blinking demurely and bringing her legs closer together as she bent over, flashing him her labia while biting her lip in the hopes of inducing greater arousal. "What a thing to say," she replied, in a voice higher, thinner and somehow more girlish than usual while giving him a crooked grin. "You make me sound like some kind of..." she reached down and ran a finger down the length of her slit, more wetness gathering on it as it went, "Whore."

Bradley grinned back. "Whore's an ugly word, but then...if the dick fits."

"Oh, it does," Cindy giggled excitably. "It really, really does."

"Yeah?" Bradley slammed into her with an extra helping of ****.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," Cindy moaned, shamelessly turned on by the power and recklessness behind his rutting. "Fuck..." she added, when she'd calmed down and gotten her breath back. "Why are you so good at this? Why do I want it so badly whenever you stop..."

"Why indeed," Bradley put a hand against her pussy and slid it in. She leaned into it, scolding herself even as she succumbed to it again. Stimulated by twin sources of pleasure, Cindy was putty in his hands. She had no objections to speak of, no will of her own for the time being, save for complete and total submission of whatever wondrous thing he did to her next. When he squeezed her breasts over and over again, taking liberties even she would usually have something to say about—several times he palmed them so forcefully they actually became a bit sore—she did nothing except sigh wistfully; when he smacked her arse hard enough to leave a bright red handprint on both cheeks, she made a little noise not unlike a hiccup, murmured, "Daddy..." and sank further into his arms, her head lolling back. The one thing he did which did bother her, right at the very end and ironically the least intensive of all his techniques in that long, final session in the shower, was simply to stop.

When she could feel her own climax barreling towards her, and was certain the same was true for him, Bradley abruptly let go of her. Cindy's eyes snapped open just in time for him to bring her to the edge of climax, before suddenly and unceremoniously withdrawing his cock from between her cheeks and stepping back. Cindy gasped in surprise, then turned to face him, one hand probing deep into the cleft between her cheeks and rubbing the tight little ring of her arsehole as residual waves of pleasure continued to crash through it. "H-hey! What's the big idea?" She asked, irritably. Bradley smiled again, kissed her, then straightened up and said, "Teasing," before flicking one of her nipples and going to step out of the shower.

"What the fuck?" Cindy yelled. "Where are you going?!"

"Bedroom," Bradley answered.

"Bedroom? But—but we're not done yet!?"

"And how does that make you feel?"

Cindy puckered her lips and glared at him. "Pissed, Bradders! It makes me feel really fucking pissed! Now get back here and cum inside my arse!"

Bradley appeared to consider it as he swung the door of the shower open and stepped out, before shrugging. "Nope," he said.

"Bradley!" Cindy's hand was up fondling her own tit, while the other still undulated against her butthole as she attempted to finish herself off. "Bradley! Wait!" She called after him, but he was already going over to the door, having pulled on his boxers without so much as bothering to dry himself. He opened the bathroom door and stepped through it, and Cindy followed him onto the landing, still entirely in the buff. "Bradley!" She screamed, as he dashed over to her bedroom door and shut it behind him, the door clicking into the locked position instantly. Cindy was baffled by this sudden bout of aloofness, and she was about to go give him a piece of her mind when she heard footsteps at the foot of the stairs, and her brother's voice carrying up them. "Hello? That you, Cindy?" The footsteps were getting closer, and Cindy was suddenly terribly aware of her nudity for the first time in what felt like an age. "Shit!" She whispered, looking around and, in her panic, choosing the door nearest to her rather than the one she'd come from. Blindly and without thinking, she ducked into Justin's room, slamming the door shut a little too loudly behind her.

The room was dark within, and Cindy could barely see her own tits even if she looked straight down. She stood awkwardly in front of the door, hands gathered around her enormous tits to cover them, listening for her brother's footsteps. Then, with a realisation that sent her blood boiling, she heard her own bedroom door open back up. She heard the sound of conversation between Justin and Bradley on the landing, letting off a bit of steam with her continued fingering of the hole back there. In desperation, she even pressed her finger into the thing itself, rolling it round the rim while listening to what sounded like Justin saying something about the kitchen needing to be cleaned up before he went to bed, before a back-and-forth ensued about which of the two would do it, complete with lots of, 'don't worry mate' and 'it's no trouble, honest!'

After much debate as to who would do the kitchen, a set of footsteps went past the door and back down the stairs, and by how distant the voice sounded, Cindy was positive it was Justin going to clean the kitchen. That meant it was her Bradley standing just outside the door, breathing softly. Cindy steeled herself in advance of opening the door, but at the last second, she faltered. What if this was her opportunity? What if she could lure Bradley in here? Granted, sucking her boyfriend's dick from the floor of her brother's bedroom wasn't the comfiest idea, but then if she tried to go to him, he might just run away again, and his strange shift in mood might rob her of the chance at feeling his meat in her mouth one last time tonight; the mere thought of which got said mouth watering profusely. She extracted her finger from her own arse, shaking her head at how futile the gesture had turned out to be.

Cindy decided to take a chance, groping ahead of her in the darkness for the door, then upon finding it, knocking sharply on its surface. Weight shifted against the floor on the other side, and she knew she had his attention. "Psst," she said, in a whisper. "I'm in here, hot stuff!"

Bradley snickered, then murmured back. "And who's this? The stunning thing I saw stripping in front of me earlier?"

Cindy sighed. "Yes, of course! Who else would it be?"

"What are you doing in there?"

"Waiting. For you!"

"For me? Sounds...naughty. So, uh...what are you wearing?"

Cindy couldn't help but blush at the question, even though they both already knew the answer. "Nothing..." she replied, coyly. "Nothing at all!"

"Ho, ho! Now you're talking!"

"Are you coming in? I have a surprise you."

"Sure sounds like you do," there was a scrabbling at the door, then the clicking of the latch as the door handle turned. Cindy stepped back and to the left as it opened, biding her time to strike. She saw the tiniest sliver of light enter along with her soon-to-be-victim, just enough to illuminate him, but at the same time so little he was cast into deep shadow. "Are you there?" He muttered, squinting into the gloom.

Cindy didn't answer, instead she seized upon her opportunity, rushed up to him and pounced.