Tit fucking 101

A huff escaped Nicolette’s mouth as she stared up at Mr. Anderson. He smirked down at her, and Nicolette felt a pang of arousal. Fuck, he’s so handsome. His cock throbbed like a challenge in front of her, and she desperately wanted to please him. At that moment in time, the more pleasure she gave to him, the less she had to think, to feel, to remember those awful feelings Mariabelle evoked in her.

She opened her mouth to respond, a snarky comeback designed to entice him further ready upon her lip, when a whisper whipped past her left ear,

“Act like a horny bitch by slobbering all over his cock, try to look **** for him.”

Critical Success

Mouth open, she gathered some latent spit in her mouth and spat on the big black schlong. Her spit landed on the underside of his cock, dripping down the body of that dick and pooled on his testicles. Saucily, Nicolette winked at him before running her tongue from that pool up his length and swirling her spit over his sensitive head. His body quivered; the first sign since he’d gotten hard that he physically enjoyed her ministration.

Encouraged, Nicolette tried to make an ahego face, letting the last bit of spit in her mouth drip down her tongue onto his tip. Her hand grasped his root. She couldn’t hold the facial expression for longer than a moment, Wow. Those e-thot’s make that look easy, she thought.

Mr. Anderson chuckled, “Ms. Smith, you don’t need to do that. It’s cute and all, but you look like you’re having a seizure…”

His cock throbbed against her tongue when he said that. Nicolette, embarrassed by the chuckle, sank her sensual mouth down on his cock again. She could feel his head knocking on her tonsils. Frustrated and increasingly horny, Nicolette quickly decided she wanted to deep throat him. It was something pornstars, amateur and professional, could do so easily. Earlier, Alex had **** his cock into her throat, but it took her changing her angle. Resolved, she popped his cock out of her mouth and begged, “I’m sorry. I’m still new at this. Would you please help me?”

Mr. Anderson raised his eyebrow. It wasn’t quite a question, but the rush of embarrassment that overtook her felt like when she couldn’t answer a math problem.

Quickly, too quickly, she continued, “I want to learn how to deep throat.” Face flushed, Nicolette looked down and sucked on his cock while heat rushed into her cheeks. She felt so many emotions, and nervousness had suddenly reared its ugly head.

Mr. Smith put his hands on the back of her head and gently guided her off his cock. Mr. Anderson cocked his head and his eyebrows seemed to question her further, but all he said was, “if, you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” her voice, already slightly hoarse from the blowjobs she had given out already, cracked and they shared a giggle.

“Ok,” Mr. Anderson shrugged. His face twisted in something like anticipation, he pushed her head back down on his cock.

Immediately, Nicolette went too far down and started gagging again.

Glaaaaack GlAAAAACK GLAAAACK

Determined to satisfy Mr. Anderson, Nicolette pushed on. Her face quickly turned ruddy; her cheeks hollowed as she fucked her face down on Mr. Anderson’s big black cock. Nicolette felt pressure on her tonsils and screwed her eyes close, a tear or two leaking, shook her head. Mr. Anderson groaned in pleasure. His strong hands held her head firm as he thrust into her mouth, trying to get deeper into her luscious mouth.

GLAAAACK GLAAAACK GLAAACK

“Oh fuck,” Mr. Anderson moaned. Nicolette could only concentrate on her task. She **** herself to keep steady. Her stomach felt queasy, and she banged on Mr. Anderson’s legs. Immediately, he let up, and she shot off his cock, sputtering and ****.

“Nicolette, are you good?” He asked, reaching between his legs to support her. She looked back and him and nodded weakly. Her eyes shone with bright fire. Dammit!!! Why’s it so easy for the professionals??? Nicolette thought.

Voice raw, she said, “yea… I’m sorry, Mr. Anderson.”

Mr. Anderson got up and grabbed a water bottle from his gym bag. Nicolette watched him clean off some of the spit she had accidentally sprayed across his lap, and thought, Wow. Even though I can’t deep throat him (yet), I didn’t realize that even trying would make such a mess. That’s fucking hot.

She drank heartily and sheepishly admitted, “Sorry, I don’t think I drank much today.”

Mr. Anderson rolled his eyes and said, “Wa-ter you doing about hydration?”

She squinted and looked up at him, face screwed in pain. “Wow. That was an awful pun.”

Mr. Anderson just grinned, “Ah well.” His eyes latched onto her big tits, wet from her spit.

Nicolette bit her lower lip and spread her legs a little to show off her toned body to him. “Do you like what you see?” Even to her ears, she sounded small.

“Yes, Ms. Smith. You have a beautiful figure,” Mr. Anderson commented. He stepped closer, and a little gust of wind wafted toward Nicolette,

“Mr. Anderson gets rougher when you talk about his wife. Rile him up by telling him you’re a better fuck than she is.”

Failure

Nicolette hated that idea. Mrs. Anderson was her track coach, a beautiful black woman in her late twenties. A few Novembers ago, she gave birth to twin girls. Since Mrs. Anderson came back to coach, she had taken Nicolette and Izzy under her wing. She worked harder than the girls and had shaved off the baby fat to reveal a total babe; toned, medium breasts, confident, and perpetually happy.

Smiling up at Mr. Anderson, Nicolette ignored the nagging thought about being a homewrecker and crawled on knees a few steps toward Mr. Anderson. She grabbed his hard dick and stroked it a handful of times. Standing tall in front of her, Mr. Anderson guided her mouth to his had cock. She moaned around his cock, sending a pleasurable vibration through him.

He reached down and grabbed her heavy tits. She smiled around his black cock and tried to lean up, into his hand.

“You’ve got a really nice pair of tits, Ms. Smith,” Mr. Anderson told her approvingly. His hands moved tweaked an erect nipple, and she squeaked at the sudden rush of pleasurable heat.

“Thank you!” Nicolette beamed up at him. He stood straight up and mussed her hair, massaging her scalp. She purred into his grasp and opened herself up for him to fuck her mouth.

Mr. Anderson fucked her mouth with long deep strokes, holding her in place. She could feel her body responding to his dominant approach, and she stared up at him submissively. He avoided her throat, only going halfway and enjoying a slower pace. Nicolette reached around Mr. Anderson and massaged his pulsing ass cheeks.

Nicolette felt unsatisfied when she shook her head and popped his cock out of her mouth. “So-sorry,” she breathed heavily. “I do-on’t know why I can’t suck like a pornstar.”

Mr. Anderson lifted her chin up, and he raised her spirits, “don’t compare yourself, Nicolette. I’m enjoying this. That’s what matters.”

Hating herself for blushing, Nicolette nodded, “yea. Thanks.” It took more energy than she thought it would to smile. “I just want to get better!”

Mr. Anderson assured her, “you will, Nicolette.”

Nicolette heard a whisper come from her left,

“You’re already on your knees. See how he likes your big tits wrapped around his cock.”

Critical Success

Nicolette realized the whisper was right. Mr. Anderson responded better with a soft touch. Maybe I’ve been going in for the kill too much?

Her mind flashed back to a porno she once saw. It wasn’t her normal fare; there wasn’t any hardcore banging. A pretty brunette, in her thirties with big fat tits, stroked a cock. The video, shot from the male perspective, never revealed the woman nude or topless. Instead, she talked to him and stroked him off. It was tantalizing, and it didn’t occur to Nicolette until now that the woman got him off by teasing him.

Can that work?

Curious to find out, Nicolette looked down at her chest, slick with her spit and then Mr. Anderson’s big black cock: messy and wet. Smiling, she asked softly, “Mr. Anderson, would you sit down? I want to make this feel good for you.”

“Sure.” He ruffled her hair affectionately and stroked himself before sitting back down. Curious, he watched as she walked on her knees over.

Smiling at him, she looked up at him. “Mr. Anderson, do you like my big fat titties? I’ve caught you staring at them….”

Mr. Anderson stared, awestruck, as she squeezed her tits together. Nicolette let some more spit leak out and drop onto her tits. She giggled, feeling an odd mixture of self-conscious and confident as she massaged the spit into her boobs. “Would you like me to rub my sexy boobs all over your big hard cock?”

Mr. Anderson nodded and muttered, “Yea.”

Nicolette felt her stomach flutter, realizing that her teasing could quiet even a bombastic man like Mr. Anderson. She shot a smile at him before sliding closer. She leaned over Mr. Anderson’s cock and stroked him, twisting her wrist, experimenting to see if he liked it. Mr. Anderson surreptitiously twitched and grew marginally harder. Pleased with the result, Nicolette giggled.

Then she leaned down and wrapped her tits around his cock. Mr. Anderson moaned, her tits were so warm and soft. They provided a unique type of friction that he relished. “Tighter,” he rasped out.

Obliging, Nicolette squeezed her tits around his cock. Mr. Anderson moaned and twitched again. Smiling delightfully, Nicolette loved how her tits could reach around his cock and provide a hole for him to fuck. Some pornstars she watched could only get so far and had to cup their hands to provide any kind of tightness. They looked like lewd hotdogs.

Nicolette started slow, experiencing how his cock felt against her chest and bust. It felt so good. The closeness, the weird sensation of his cock sliding up and down; The little incidental nipple stretches she gave herself. Every so often, she let some spit drip down onto her chest, adding more lubricant to the mixture.

Speeding up, Nicolette felt a little more confident and opened her mouth to let his tip thrust against her tongue on the down stroke. He moaned even louder. So, she sucked his tip harder and stroked his cock with her tits. It was awkward; her tits, breathtaking as they were, had a limited range of motion before pulling uncomfortably.

She looked up and saw a bead of sweat upon Mr. Anderson’s brow. He looked close to the edge and Nicolette smirked. Yes! He’s getting closer. He’s going to cum!

Encouraged, she released her tits and tried her best to deep throat him once more.

GRAAAACK

“Jeesus!” Mr. Anderson panted, “I’m about to cum!”

Nicolette smirked and reluctantly pulled herself off his delicious cock. Moaning, she hoarsely begged, “Mr. Anderson, would you please cum on my big fat slutty tits? I want all your cum to myself. Please, please, please!”

Mr. Anderson locked eyes with her and grunted. His cock exploded in her face. The first volley hit underneath my chin. She looked down and caught the second white splurge on the face. Nicolette laughed, Mr. Anderson’s cum had real **** behind it. Her heaving tits received the third splash, painting her upper body in cum.

Licking the tasty cum off her face, she thanked Mr. Anderson, “Thank you!”

While they were cleaning up, Nicolette heard another whisper:

“Since he mentioned someone else in your family, ask him if he’s ever fucked Smith ass.”

Success

After putting Izzy’s shorts on, Nicolette hesitantly asked, “Hey, Mr. Anderson?”

He looked over and smiled at her. “Yea?”

“Am I your first?”

He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. It looked funny as he raised his pants up. “First what?”

Nicolette gulped. She didn’t really want to know the answer. But at the same time, the idea felt so naughty, she needed to know the answer. So, she cautiously asked, “Am I the first Smith you’ve fucked? Like Mom or… Mariabelle?”

Cautiously, Mr. Anderson straightened his tie. Then he sighed and admitted, “No. I’ve had relations with Mariabelle. We made a… deal… when she failed math class.”

Nicolette nodded and didn’t pry more. The jovial tone quieted, and they dressed in silence. That hypocrite bitch! Nicolette raged in her mind. Outwardly, she watched, mute, as Mr. Anderson took the F paper.

“I wasn’t going to **** you, Nicolette,” Mr. Anderson said quietly. Then he took a lighter and lit the F paper on fire. “Congratulations on graduating. I’m going to miss you.”

She finished dressing and gave him a hug. “Thank you! I loved your math class.”

It took Nicolette half an hour afterward to meet with Alex. They stopped at McDonald’s on the way to get lunch. After they ate, Alex began driving them to Danny’s farm.

The combination of food, post-nut hormones, and weed created a heady sensation, and Nicolette fell asleep.

Awoken by the sound of burbling water, Nicolette groggily looked around. Instead of Alex’s beat up car interior, she found herself staring at a picturesque landscape. Rolling hills and clear, bright skies looked down upon her. Around her, the smell of flowers threatened to overpower her. Rolling into a sitting position, she sat in a bed of yellow and pink five leafed flowers.

Rubbing her eyes, Nicolette screamed. Instead of her normal skin tone, her arm looked ruby red. Looking down, her whole body was red. Heart pounding, she noticed her nipples appeared scarlet. Running over to the sound of the water, she came to a pond. Falling to her knees, she looked at her reflection.

It was her face that stared back at her; albeit, with a few alterations. Skin turned ruby red paired exotically with yellow cat eyes and short cute little horns poking out of her head. Her hair was longer; an uncontrolled mess of black hair that ran halfway down her back.

As she stared at the reflection, an androgynous voice called out to her. “Child of Dionysus. Welcome to the Garden of Dreams.”

She looked up at the sky and saw an old, decrepit man. He was white and wore a toga. Bald and heavily bearded, he floated down from the sky to her. He spoke with an old, worn voice, different from the first one. “Greetings, I am Thoas, one of your great forebears.”

She looked at him confusedly. “Uh. What?”

He laughed. It originated from deep within his belly. Wiping a tear away, he said, “Ah… You must have accidentally stumbled upon this place. Let me help you return.”

He raised a palm, and she felt something deep within her belly pull inward. It felt odd and looked at him quizzically. He blew her a kiss before she felt the world twist in on itself. Or maybe it was her twisting in the world. Then there was momentarily nothingness.

Screaming, she flailed her arms and awoke in Alex’s shitty corolla.

“Fuck!” Alex reflexively screamed.

When she calmed down, Nicolette realized they were pulling into Danny’s driveway.

Modifiers:

Libido +3

Libido total = 34

Status Effect:

Marijuana: max DC = 90 for next 3 1/2 hours

Kink:

Exhibitionism

Fetish:

Making Porn

Dice Rolls:

“Act like a horny dog by slobbering all over his cock, try to look **** for him”

DC = 50

D100= 31 + 57 = 88

Critical Success

Crit: Nicolette realizes how to make extra spit

Mr. Anderson gets rougher when you talk about his wife. Rile him up by telling him you’re a better fuck than she is.”

DC = 75

D100 = 26 + 31 = 57

Failure

“You’re already on your knees. See how he likes your big tits wrapped around his cock”.

DC = 65

D100 =64 + 31 = 95

Critical success

Crit: Nicolette realizes there's more to sex than the finish

“Since he mentioned someone else in your family, ask him if he’s ever fucked Smith ass.”

If Crit, offer anal

DC= 50 (cond. 75)

D100 = 25 + 31 = 56

Success