It Is Missy

I look at Missy laying on the bed hardly snoring. She is laying on her back with her limbs spread out like a start fish. I've never noticed how big her boobs were before, I guess because I was too busy hating her. They were maybe a D-cup, perky, and her nipples were a pretty pink color. 'She must be cold,' I think to myself.

I take out the sharpie and quietly lean over the body. I get wafted with the scent of beer coming off of her body, so she must have drank a lot. I want to do two things here, so I take out my pen and gently start writing.

Ryan Ferro's Boobs

I manage to write just over her boobs with out her waking up. Just looking at the words there gives me a rush and I proceed to write the next thing.

Ryan Ferro's Face

I write in small letters right under her hair line, but still big enough for anyone to notice. This time I wasn't gentle enough. Missy wakes up and eventually notices that I am the one standing over her.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" Missy spits out. "Shouldn't you be at home jacking off or something, you damn perv." She says. When she notices that she's topless she puts her arms over the boobs that are now mine and lets out a disgusted sigh. I take my chance.

"What are you doing covering my boobs?" I say semi-confidently and her face instantly turns confused. I guess she can't see where I wrote my name on her chest.

"What do you mean your boobs!? Just get the fuck out before I tell someone you were spying on me." To be honest she would probably do that even if I did get out now. I take out my phone and quickly take a picture of what I wrote on her chest. I don't know if someone has to see what I wrote with their own eyes, or if they can see it through a picture or mirror. I get confirmation when I show her what I wrote on her chest in the form of a picture.

Her face instantly grows confused. As she looks down at her chest while trembling.

"Your boobs?" She says her voice shaking.

"Yes, my boobs," I confirm, "and I don't see what made you think you could cover them up Missy." I say and she instantly removes her her arms. I watch as they jiggly and get a little excited.

"There your boobs can easily be seen, now, what's up." She says challenging me. I think that if she actually knew she wouldn't be so bold.

"Well first of all," I start, "I don't like that you've been hiding my boobs all this time. It actually offends me, so I don't want you to put anything over my boobs again. I guess that means no more shirts for you."

"What!" she gasps. "Wha- what am I supposed to do with all my shirts then."

"I don't know give them to charity I assume. That's up to you, but I better not see you walking around with my boobs covered. Also I want my nipples pierced too. Once you do that send me a picture."

"Whatever." She says trying to hide how upset she is. "Is that all, I got a party to go back to."

I almost forgot about the party. I tuned out the sound of music blasting from downstairs. Andrew might be looking for me, so I'll try to hurry this up.

"Well I know you have a boyfriend, but I don't want you kissing with my lips anymore unless I say so." I tell her and the confused look instantly comes back to her face.

"What makes you think you have the right to tell me what to do with my boyfriend!" She says with her voice full of rage. I almost laugh in her face, she was trying to be intimidating, but her body is just so small that I seriously doubt she can do anything to hurt me.

"They're my lips, what do you mean, I can tell you to do whatever I want with them." I say now fully confident and her eyes flash with rage.

"You little piece of shit, you don't own me! What do you think women are objects." This actually made me feel a little bad, but not about what I've done to her. I should do Missy worse, but I do start to fill bad about Mrs. O'Brien for a bit. I have to push these thoughts from my mind though.

"I suggest that you look in the mirror," I say pointing to the vanity mirror in the room, "before you say anything to me." She looks very sure that she is right, but she still storms over to the mirror with her tits bouncing. After she gets done looking she falls dead silent. She turns back to me with the blankest expression I've ever seen. She must have read the message and realized that she didn't have permission to do anything with my face. Her eye are still open though.

"I didn't tell you that you could look with my eyes." I say sounding offended and she instantly closes her eyes. This is actually the most quiet I've ever seen her and I kind of like it. "I guess you can't make those snappy comments anymore, huh." I tease her knowing that if she could she would be cursing me out. I take the chance to go further.

"I know one thing... you never liked to be called a slut, but I think that's just what you are, Slut." She starts angrily moving towards me with her eyes closed and her expression still blank. She stumbles a bit over the objects in the room because she can't see anything. It's kind of creepy actually. "Put my boobs on the wall." I quickly say before she invades my personal space. Even though her body language is angry she still feels around for a wall and puts her boobs on it making it impossible to get me.

I start to continue where I was previously. "When you introduce yourself with my mouth you must introduce yourself as Slut. I never gave you permission to introduce yourself as Missy before, so to all the people you already know you must tell them to call you slut." I actually feel powerful being able to tell her to do something like that knowing that she will be **** to do it. I look over at her with her boobs **** on the wall and she is facing me with that blank expression.

"You can, uh, see with my eyes whenever you need to. Also you can make any facial expressions you need too, but you can't use your mouth to bitch at me anymore. You've been so rude using my face and tits already, so you have to agree that it's fair. Anything mean you want to say to me, has to be replaced with a compliment, okay."

"Okay, whatever you amazing person, just call me Slut for now on." She says full of anger. "Now are you done yet."

"Uh, no, I want to reunite with my tits, so I think they should give me a titty fuck, bring them over here." She instantly pulls the boobs off the wall and starts to walk towards me. I pull out my dick semi-erect and sit on the bed. She gets on her knees in front of me and starts to lean in.

"Hold on now, why don't you suck my cock a bit so it can get nice and slick first." I bet she wanted to hesitate, but she instantly opens her jaw and takes me in her mouth. She's not as good as Mrs. O'Brien, but it's something. I notice that she isn't making eye contact with me, so I to take care of that.

"Look me in my eyes, Slut, and suck with more spit, I'm trying to get my dick wet here." She instantly looks into my eyes, but she's not happy about it. Oddly that turns me on and she starts producing so much spit that it starts to fall down her chin. Satisfied I pull out of her mouth and notice the little bit of pre-cum that she's swishing around in her mouth. "If you want to get rid of that cum then you have to kiss Greg first with it in there, and, uh, there has to be tongue, or else don't spit or swallow. Now, lift your tits up so I can fuck them."

"I'm not going to use my arms to press your tits against your cock." She says not letting the cum fall out of her mouth.
"Well you have to, it's the price you have to pay if you want use my face for shit." I say thinking back to how Mrs. O'Brien let me write on her arm because she was using my phone.

"Fine." She says snapping. "Just hurry up and put that perfect cock on your boobs so I can go back and party." With that she squeezes her tits together and I place my wet dick between her warm boobs. She starts moving her tits up and down pumping them on my dick. The sensation alone amazing. The feel of her tits as they worked up the my wet shaft left me in pleasure, but even if it didn't to see someone who has antagonized me for so long look me in my eyes and work as hard as they can to please me left me in awe. If I didn't have two rounds with Mrs. O'Brien I might have came faster, but this took a good fifteen minutes before I was able to cum on her angry face. Once the cum hit her cheek and her nose her eyes widened and I could tell she was pissed.

"Your a fucking genius for cumming on your own face." She said flashing me angry eyes. "I just want to let you know that your cum is amazing and I'm happy that I get to taste it for so long." Despite how upset she sounded when she said it I could not take her seriously and burst into laughter. She really tried to intimidate me with her tits slick from her own spit, cum on face, and some in her mouth that will soon be in her boyfriends. I'm not sure what she would have said if she didn't have to be nice, but I'm sure not even that could have stopped me from laughing.

"Well you can go back to the party if you want, but don't wipe that cum off until you get home." I say getting up from the bed, pulling up my pants, and walking to the door. I wonder if I should find Andrew, he probably would love to have one of those sleeping girls put on him. I could also play some pranks on some of the sleeping people, all in all I've done what I came here to do.