Mata

Mata rounded the corner. She was already at the right height to get past the counter without Kira seeing her. She was wearing some little lacy number that did nothing to hide her curves. Her bust was just barely contained in the black lace top. She grinned at Arthur’s reaction, and before he could remark on her new attire she darted under the table. Kira turned bringing the hot plates over to the table, serving out the food onto both of the plates.

Arther felt his fly unzip. Kira was pouring a dark red wine into a pair of glasses. Mata began to fish his cock out underneath the table. “I have a friend who works over at Eladrin Cuisine. We were on the same team back in college and now she’s managing one of the most exclusive restaurants in town while I’m working for a temp agency.” Kira said, finally sitting down.

Arthur tried to ignore the sensation of a tongue running up and down his length. “A team? What did you play?” Arthur asked, gripping his fork tighter. “I was a forward in woman’s bloodball, what about you? You have to have played something. You don’t get a body like that sitting around on the couch.” She winked at him. He felt lips close around the head of his cock, and two hands began stroking him. He coughed in attempt to cover his surprise. Picking up his wine glass and taking a sip. “I, uh, didn’t play anything in college.”

It seemed odd to Arthur that she couldn’t remember him from before, but then he felt a tongue swirl around the head of his cock and he **** himself to focus. “Ah-I! spent most of the time working through school. I took a job working for a mechanic, good dude, not that he ever actually let me touch an engine.” Mata went deeper, filling her entire mouth with his length, forcing him to grip the table. Kira’s brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay?” The date had been going good so far. This is a date isn’t it? She wondered suddenly.

“No, no. I’m okay I’m just a bit sore from earlier.” A lie, sure, but she grinned, leaning forward and pushing her elbows under her cleavage. “That certainly was a surprise, you know after what you did for me in the kitchen, I’m going to need to return the favor.”

Honestly Kira didn’t know how she had kept it together this long, she stood up the rest of her meal forgotten. Mata pushed him deeper into her throat, a feat that she never could have accomplished before Arthur had changed her. She had more than half his cock to go still, but she made up for it with sheer enthusiasm.

Kira unbuttoned her shirt slowly. Making it a show for him. Swaying her hips back and forth as if listening to exotic music only she could hear. She undid the zipper of her skirt, revealing that she had never put back on any underwear. Her skirt dropped past her long legs, forgotten as soon as it hit the ground. She was already so wet for him. She strode forward and placed a nipple in his mouth. She moaned. Mata took one hand off of his shaft as she went deeper and faster. Slurps audible from under the table. Arthur felt his body tense.

Kira pushed the table away from his lap as Arthur came straight down Mata’s throat. It filled her mouth and dripped down her cheeks and onto her thighs and tits. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she deepthroated him as far as she could go. Kira stood speechless, jaw dropped as she watched him fill up her roommate’s mouth. Mata’s cunt exploded in response. No cock is as good as his echoing inside her brain. A puddle had formed underneath her.

Kira blinked in shock.