Iyo

“I want Iyo,” you finally decide.

“Oh really? How come?” Angie asks.

“She’s cute, fuckable, and she looks easy to manhandle,” you offer as a response. Angie turns her head, very clearly disgusted by the way you talk about women. She puts her hand on her chest and sighs.

“It’s worth it, it’s worth it!” She mutters to herself before turning to you. “So it’s a plan. I’ll have her here at 1 o clock, I’d say to introduce yourself to her but you guys have already met, there’s no point.”

“We have?” You inquire.

“Yes, she’s the one that called you a ‘faggot’ the day I moved in.”

“Oh THAT one… God she is one stuck up bitch.”

“Don’t talk about my bestie like that! And don’t forget about our plan, I’ll do the secret knock on your door when it’s time.” Angie skips up the stairs, tapping quickly on her phone as she climbs up. You decide to hide in your room, opting to be civil for as little time as possible.

You hear a car door slam outside a little before one, peeking out the window and spotting Iyo’s shiny white BMW. Dressed in a white tank top that hugs her petite figure and a teeny tiny pair of jean shorts that show half her buttcheeks, she pulls a comically oversized Michael Kors bag out of the passenger seat, strutting up the driveway with an arrogant, ‘everyone-poorer-than-my-parents-is-shit’ aura to her. You can’t wait to knock her down a peg.

You hear Angie stomp down the stairs, squealing when she sees her bitchy friend open the door.

“Hey girlllllll!!!” They both call out in unison. You roll your eyes, annoyed by their incessant chatter.

“Oh my god, I can NOT believe you have to live like this!” Iyo shrieks. “And with that weirdo stepbrother of yours, you know I saw him staring at me through the window when I came in?!”

“Aha-Yeah he’s really annoying,” Angie laughs nervously. “And a creep. Come on, I’ll show you what I did with my room.” Their tiny feet pitter patter up the stairs.

Unfortunately for you, Iyo has the inside voice of a chimpanzee, projecting every stupid thing she says sounds through 2 walls and into your ear drums.. Angie, her latchkey friend that’s trying to get popular, matches her volume and tone of voice.

“OH MY GOD Carol needs to do something about this! Does she even have a job?!” Iyo exclaims shrilly.

“Y-yeah, she has a job! Carol works a double almost every day, actually,” says Angie in a slightly offended voice.

“Well that is NOT getting it done, you’re telling me you have to share a car with that pervert? She needs to get a new one that pays more so you guys can all have one.” Iyo cackles.

“W-well it’s not that easy, you know, Carol didn’t go to college…” Angie trails.

“Oh well that is so sad! I didn’t realize she wasn’t smart enough for a degree! Maybe she should just find a rich guy to pay her bills for her then!” Iyo squawks. “That’s what my mom did, anyway.”

“Y-yeah… Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” Angie says. You hear her slam her door shut, and the sound of her storming over to your room. She does her ‘secret knock’ sharply on your door.

“Go put that stuck up bitch in her place, David,” she says breathlessly when you open the door. “Ooooo she just pissed me off so bad.”

“Me too. I could hear everything you guys were saying,” you add. “Carol works a thousand times harder in one day than that bitch ever has in her life.”

“I agree,” Angie nods. “I was only really friends with her cuz I thought it would make me popular.” You walk through the door and saunter over to Angie’s room.

“What the fuck are YOU doing in here?!” Iyo scoffs as you open the door. “I’m surprised Carol lets you come out before dark!” You stare stone faced at her as she cackles, closing the door behind you and locking it.

“I heard what you said about Carol, Iyo,” you say in a serious voice. “And I want you to know that you’re a spoiled little cunt that’s never had to work for anything in your life.” Iyo’s jaw drops, she’s stunned at what you just said to her.

“ExCUUUUUSE ME?! What the FUCK did you just call me you sick, perverted, barbarian?!” She shrieks, sitting up indignantly. “That’s slander, my daddy’s a lawyer, I’ll sue you for every piece of dust in this shit box you call a house!”

“It’s only slander if it’s not true,” You say, pulling your pants down. “And I don’t wanna hear another word about your ‘daddy who’s a lawyer.’ Today, I’M your daddy.”

“Ew what the fuck?! Ugh, you are such a sick fucking freak, I saw what you did to Angie on her Instagram live last night!” Says Iyo, her chinky eyes crinkled into a look of disgust.

“I’ll be doing it to her tonight, too, on her request actually,” you say with a smile. “In exchange, she brought YOU here.”

“Angie would never do that!” Iyo screams. You creep towards her, fully erect with your hands stretched out. “ANGIIIIEEEEE!!!”

“She’s not gonna come. She can hear everything we’re saying, and she’s not gonna come.”

“Oh my god! Oh my god, HELLLLLLLPPP!!! ANGIE HELP!!!” Her help never arrives, she bursts into tears as you get closer and closer.

“Oh god, I never would’ve stepped FOOT in this PIG STY if I knew YOU were gonna be here!!! Oh god, Oh gooooodddd…” You pounce on Iyo, she scrambles for the window, but you’re quicker than she is. You rip her tank top over her head, her C cup melons drop succulently into view. You pin her down on the bed, stretched out on her back with her feet by the headboard. She squeals pathetically as you wave your dick back and forth over her mouth.

“ANGIIE-GUWKGUWKGUWKGUWKGUWK,” she chokes, silenced by your throbbing erection. She kicks her feet in the air, clawing at your buttcheeks. Slim, pretty, rich, Iyo had never had to work for anything. Boys waited on her hand and foot, never asking her to do a thing for them. Because of this, Iyo had never developed any kind of blowjob skill or discipline. The only time her gag reflex had ever been tested was at the dentist, when she got her x rays done. Her virgin throat, tight, soft, and unmolested, struggles to take much of your cock, you face serious resistance past the first 3 inches or so.

“Have you ever… Unnh… worked for fucking anything?!” You growl, using your hand to cram more dick in her throat. “No way you gave a proper blowjob with a throat like this.”

“GRRRRSSCHKKK! GUHGRIIISHHHCKK!” Iyo squawks through the head of your dick, probably bitching more about who her father is. You grab her chin and tilt her head back, giving you a perfect straight line from her mouth to her stomach. You prop yourself up missionary style, dropping your full weight onto Iyo’s face. Your cock sneaks halfway in, Iyo’s body tenses up in response, you push forward and hilt yourself in her throat. Iyo arches into a bridge, her pussy thrust high in the air, but you’re much heavier and stronger than she is, you have her head pinned with your abdomen. She bucks her hips in the air a few times, pushing at your lower body, but you manage to keep her trapped. Her throat pulses as she gags repeatedly.

“Wow, you finally have to work for once in your life!” You joke. “Trust me, things are so much sweeter when you work for them.”

You reach for her pussy and give it a good CRACK, sending her into a fit. Her vocal cords vibrate gently as she tries to scream, another gag sends a gush of wetness out of her mouth. You move your hips in a circle, slipping and sliding in the phlegmy mucous produced by her throat.

You grab Iyo’s ankles, hoisting them over your shoulder. Cupping her head and planting your feet, you stand up on the bed, still fully impaled in Iyo’s soaking wet throat.

Iyo’s light, as light if not lighter than Angie, you have no trouble holding her in the air like this. With one arm around her waist and the other on the back of her head, you start pummeling Iyo’s face, making full strokes with your hips. Iyo, maybe afraid of falling, maybe just scared of what you’ll do to her if she doesn’t obey, hangs on to your ass for dear life, distributing her weight evenly on both sides of you.

You bend your knees and pound her face even harder, lifting her up and dropping her face first onto your dick. Iyo practically sings for you, filling the room with a symphony of schleppy throat noises. Hoisting her up but leaving your dick sheathed, you turn for the door, Angie’s gonna wanna see this.

You walk out into the hallways and squat down, fucking Iyo’s face the same way you did earlier. “Angie!” You call out. “Come check this out!” Angie walks out with a concerned look on her face, bursting into a fit of laughter when she sees Iyo’s predicament.

“AHAAHAHA!” She guffaws. Once her laughter subsides, she walks over to you, resting her hand on Iyo’s head while you pound it. “You did this to yourself, Iyo,” she says in a serious voice. “If you weren’t so spoiled you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.” Iyo, hanging on for dear life, gulps in response.

“Suck my balls for a finisher?” You say with a grin. Angie rolls her eyes

“I’ll rub them,” she says, shaking her head at you. She bends over behind you, scissoring your nutsack between her fingers. Your balls bounce off of Iyo’s eyes as you fuck her face like it’s a pussy. Practically foaming at the mouth now, Iyo has quieted down, gulping steadily as your cock penetrates her throat. Angie kisses your asshole, sending you ever the edge.

You leap into the air, planting on your feet and thrusting upwards when you land. Iyo, carried upwards by your jump, lands on your penis with a *GUHMP,* impaled on your thick, veiny member. Hilted in her as deep as you can go, you explode in her throat, squirting poison into the stuck up bitch’s stomach. Iyo, by now utterly broken, doesn’t even attempt to swallow, your cum jets out of her nostrils as her throat fills. You bend over and fuck the last couple pulses out of your dick, dropping Iyo on the ground when you’re done. She quietly walks back into the room, gathers her things, and leaves.