Chapter 60 – Darnell treats Paris

I stop moving as my heart feels like it may beat its way out of my chest. Darnell, the real Darnell, takes up the slack, however, and continues to slowly push deeper into my mouth. The hand playing with my nipple stops its teasing there and moves up to my throat and other cheek, titling my head further back. At the same time the hand in my panties slips away before I feel the ribbon at the back of my head being undone and my blindfold falling loose.

As if not seeing what is clearly happening can make it not be true, I tightly clench my eyes closed. Trixie’s voice comes from behind me, and I can hear nothing but happiness and arousal and glee, “Darnell and I have been talking about this for weeks Paris. Ever since you’ve been teasing him in the office with how much you like to go down on your boyfriends, and how much you’ve been helping me learn how to blow him better, he’s wanted to try you out. I told him it would be okay, but I’d have to be there. At least for the first time!”

I try to move my tongue further away from Darnell’s hot long thick cock but there’s no avoiding it. Trying to move my tongue further back only seems to glide it under his cock head which results in it throbbing atop my trapped tongue. Darnell’s voice, like Trixie’s, sounds happy and gleeful as he chimes in, “It’s true Paris. When we started our twenty questions game and you told me you like the kneeling position to blow your men because it makes them feel big and strong and special, that just blew me away. And when you sealed that with your cute giggle and a kiss before Mal took you back to his office, I knew you were someone special.”

It's strange how certain things can happen that don’t feel important at all but end up being monumental to other people. I remember exactly what Darnell is talking about. Grace and Rhea had said I should flirt with the other guys on the floor to make Mal jealous, and Darnell seemed like the safe bet. Someone I could be sexy with that wouldn’t take it further. Evidently, he not only wanted to take it further, he tucked it away in his memory.

Trixie’s voice, still behind me, still close to my ear, sounds more concerned as Darnell stops pushing further in and simply holds still, “Paris, you’re like good with this, right? I mean, it’s like you’ve been setting this up with Darnell and me for months now. Teasing him at work, then telling me about it when you know we’re going out. Then telling me how to go down on him better, and teasing him about it the next day when you know I’ve tried it out? You, like, wanted to play with Darnell and just hadn’t asked yet. Right?”

As Trixie’s hands move to rub comfortingly up and down my back and across my belly, I **** my eyelids open and look directly up into Darnell’s dark brown eyes staring right back at me with nothing but a mixture of arousal and concern in them. With as little as Trixie and Darnell have said since he started sliding into my open and evidently inviting mouth, they’ve both told me a lot. They’ve both told me that I’ve drawn up a perfect trap, laid it out for myself, and let it spring up around me as if it had been my intention from day one.

I **** myself to swallow, knowing full well that the action makes my tongue press against Darnell’s cock as I do so, and start to push my head forward. Accepting him deeper in my mouth as I try to convey acceptance and even happiness in my eyes. I’d try to smile if my lips weren’t stretched out around his thick girth.

It’s evidently enough for both Trixie and Darnell as his hand on my cheek starts caressing again while Trixie hugs me from behind and whispers in my ear, “Sorry Paris, I didn’t mean to startle you that much. Just have fun, we’re both here for you and want you to take your time with Darnell. Is he your first black cock?”

I nod, admitting that he is in fact my first black cock, while simultaneously hopefully hiding the fact that this is my first cock sucking experience whatsoever. While Darnell takes over and starts moving faster and faster in and out, never moving all the way back to my throat even though there are inches of him left outside of my mouth, I ruminate over how I screwed up this bad.

It really comes down to believing I was telling two different lies to two different people. Darnell is a nice guy. Sexually forward, but I knew he was in a long-term relationship and seemed to just want to flirt in the office. Yeah, his flirting was rather overt with his twenty questions, as we shared sexual experiences, sexual fantasies, sexual likes and dislikes, but I still thought it was harmless flirting. Besides, telling him that I liked to give head, that I did it more than actual sex, that I in fact received real pleasure from the act, just added to the mystique that Mal wanted me to sell. That I was a silly sexy perky bimbo secretary.

And Trixie is my friend. She knew of my transition and offered to give me a sexual relationship even though she thought I was attracted to men. So, I lied. I told her I liked guys but was curious about women. That I liked having sex with her, but we could still bond over talking about sex with ‘our’ men. I knew she was in a long-term relationship, but it seemed open, at least open with other women. Naturally it got around the office that I was orally good at sex, so she asked me about it. I wouldn’t have guessed she didn’t like giving head, but I felt okay giving her pointers. They were all from porn and experiences I’d had from girls going down on me, but what did it matter as I wasn’t ever going to meet her boyfriend.

But that’s the biggest mistake. The biggest assumption I made that’s now locked me into this position. How did I miss the fact that Paris and Darnell were boyfriend girlfriend? It was all there for me to put together. Whenever Grace went out of town with Darnell, I was able to hang out with Trixie because her boyfriend went out of town ‘too’. She just thought I knew, and I thought it was just a convenient circumstance. And when I started giving Trixie pointers? Yeah, that’s about the time that Darnell started saying his girlfriend was getting better. But how did he say it? Yeah, he said he was getting better head at home, not that his girlfriend was specifically getting better. Again, surely convenient circumstances, and not the result of me teaching HIS girlfriend.

And now I have my gal pal whom I’ve lied to for months, saying that I like this, that I enjoy giving head, and whose boyfriend I’ve been flirting with heavily at work for months, setting me up to do what should come naturally. Blow her boyfriend. How can I tell her I absolutely one hundred percent do NOT want to be doing this without admitting I’ve been lying to her from day one? And if I lie to her, am I lying to my gal pal or am I lying to the Human Resources secretary. Could that screw with the ‘arrangement’ Mr. Sinclair and I have going? Could it get Trixie in trouble? Could it get me in legal trouble?

On the same token, how can I admit to Darnell that I don’t want to be doing this to him without admitting I’ve been lying to him for months.

No, like giving Mal his hand jobs, like accepting getting fingered by him and going out on dates with him, I’m just going to have to accept this. And as I make all the lies come true, as I become the cock sucking secretary, the lyrics to Father Figure never made more sense.

So when you remember the ones who have lied

Who said that they cared

But then laughed as you cried

Beautiful darling

Don't think of me

Because all I ever wanted

It's in your eyes

Two things happen that change the complete texture of this moment simultaneously. First, Darnell winks at me as he moves his hand and uses it to gather up a bunch of my hair. As a handle. Second, Trixie complicates my feelings on everything as she resumes working me over physically. She starts kissing her way up and down my shoulder while her hands resume playing with my nipple and sliding into my panties, fingering my ‘clit’. The surge of pleasure from Trixie’s actions makes me moan around Darnell’s girth which evidently is the signal he’s been looking for as he uses his new handhold to start moving me back and forth more aggressively on his cock.

My moans continue in a mad combination of pleasure and concern as both Trixie and Darnell pick up their paces. I recall talking with Darnell about a similar situation. It was late at night and I was taking a rare break in the break room when he came in and joined me. He was frustrated at some new work requirement, and I let us fall into our flirty conversation to help get his mind off it.

Darnell grabs my hand gently and rubs his thumb over the back of it. Almost shyly he asks, “So, this question is on the personal side but… what’s the trick to get a girl to deep throat? No bragging but I’m longer than most guys and very few women are willing to go balls deep on me. What’s the secret?”

Not being long enough to really have that problem myself, I go to the porn videos I love. With a shrug, and a sly look away as if I’m giving away some big secret I say, “Look, some girls can and some girls can’t. Some girls will gag like crazy but like it, some girls get one bit of gag and have to stop. The real secret? If you know your girl is willing… of course you’d never just surprise a girl with this… but if she’s willing and like me enjoys making her man feel special, just grab a hand full of her hair and take control. Slide her mouth further down each time, let her know that you’re going to keep getting deeper and deeper until she stops you…”

It was probably too crass to grab a bunch of my hair up into my fist and demonstrate the move I was talking about, but it was late at night and no one else was there. And it worked. It got Darnell to blush and laugh and forget about work for awhile. He tried to ask if I was a gagger or not but I… God, why did I put it that way? “You’ll just have to try it sometime and find out!”

Darnell’s eyes never leave mine as I’m pushed further and further down his length. When he finally gets deep enough to tap the entrance to my throat I tense up but thankfully don’t gag. Darnell, however, pulls me quickly and completely off his length, making a popping noise as my lips pop of the end and forcing me to take a deep breath of air that sounds suspiciously like the porn stars when it happens on film. With my mouth still open, trying to fill my lungs, it’s an easy target to line up and slide right back into. Probably sensing that her man is getting close, Trixie ups her effort, making me squirm, which in turns adds to my own frustrating pleasures as little ‘Darnell’ continues to slide in and out of my rear, hitting that magic pleasure button again and again.

Darnell starts again with shallow strokes, having my lips just glide over the crown of his head but they quickly grow deeper and deeper. He’s moving fast enough that I feel like I’m getting truly dizzy, but that might just be the maddening pleasure from my breasts and pussy as Trixie plays me like a piano. It’s not until Trixie says it teasingly that I can hear it myself, “See babe, I told you that Paris would be a moaner. She told me she hums around cocks that she really likes all the time!”

And true to what she said, I was indeed moaning and humming along. I’d worry more about the fact that Trixie and Darnell spent any amount of time imagining what I’d be like in this circumstance if Darnell wasn’t getting close to my throat again. As strange as it sounds, I go through all the advice I gave Trixie. Opening her/my throat, holding her/my breath, making her/my noises to help open the throat, to swallow when the cock hits the back of her/my throat, and to move her/my head forward at that point and push past the natural reflex. I was more or less advising myself on how to deep throat with no idea whatsoever if I could or couldn’t do it.

When Darnell again tapped the back of my throat I tensed up but didn’t gag. This time he didn’t stop but just pulled me almost all the way off before sliding me back down again, this time pressing the head of his cock just a touch into my throat. I hum, I moan, I swallow, and I push my head forward. And while I still feel my body tense up in rejection, I don’t gag.

I barely have time to register the fact before I’m pulled almost off Darnell’s length and slid back down again, but this time he doesn’t tease. He doesn’t stop. He barely slows down as his cock head pushes into my throat. My eyes must bulge halfway out of my head as his pubic hair just gets closer and closer and closer and before I can truly believe what’s happening, I get the tickle of his kinky hairs on the tip of my nose.

Between the build up of sex games with Trixie, the pure eroticism of imagining what I looked like and what Darnell almost surely saw, the pleasures of the dildo hitting my prostate, Trixie fingering away at my hidden away cock head, her fingers pinching and pulling at my nipples, and her own puffy lips kissing my shoulders and neck and cheeks, my own pleasure overwhelms me and explodes.

I can’t imagine what it must feel like, but the muffled sounds of my orgasmic scream around Darnell’s cock is loud and frenetic. Darnell lets out a loud guttural groan of his own before quickly pulling me off his cock in one swift motion. And as wave after wave of pleasure inundates me, Darnell’s cock starts spurting like a fire hose, covering my face with hot sticky string of cum after hot and sticky string of cum.