Another normal dinner date. Part IV

Message from the author:

I'm writing this story for you, and seeing that you like the chapter is the perfect way to motivate me to keep writing. Your like is valuable to me, and I'm truly grateful for you taking the time to support me in this way. Thank you for this. I need that.

And you want to see more from me? Then visit me on Ko-fi. There you'll find premier bonus chapters, exclusive member polls, and I'm also happy to accept commissions if you'd like me to write something I haven't done yet. Thank you so much!

I tried so hard not to make this special kind of joke in this chapter. I came so far. Truth is, it wasn't even planned. Only realized it when I hummed along. ;)

Chapter 86 Part IV. The angel of fellatio.

If you had asked me a few weeks ago if I would ever go down on a guy in the kitchen of our own restaurant, I would have firstly slapped him, and then laughed his ass off.

And now I'm doing it. With my own little sister in the room!

My boyfriend's body glides past my eyes like a mountain of man as I get on my knees for him, Heather having just turned away at the other end of the, now way too small kitchen. But I'm completely in trance. Completely focused on the ever-growing bulge in his pants, my mouth waters involuntarily, and my hands work on autopilot as I unzip his trousers with flying fingers. It's like a dream, steamy and crazy. But I want it.

I want him so much!

Oh my fucking god… He's huge. Much bigger than I expected after my finger humping in the park. He's so big and hard, it's like a wild animal in my hands. How can his pants contain this monster? Oh shit… But it's too late to hesitate, no matter how intimidated I am by his monster of a cock. My heart races in my chest as I can see the pulsing beats of his own body within his meat, stretching his pants in a dangerous way. My entire being is focused on this small, not-so-small area of ​​his body. He's so calm. So… controlled. I'm losing my mind.

My pussy is leaking fluid like a broken fire hose, and if I didn't know how hot he'd find my dress, I'd think it was a stupid idea. My poor little panties are trying their best to contain the flood of pussy juice that oozes out between my legs. Soooo big… Carefully, almost hesitantly, I try to wrap my fingers around his pulsing shaft, feeling the hot and dampo fabrick on my sensitive fingers. I manage it. Barley. And my skin catches fire. God he's so heavy! My eyes are glued to his spear while I weigh it with my fingers, hold it and slightly stroke the whole length and see the dark spot of precum form on his tip. I can see his hands grabbing the kitchen sink while the noise of the old dishwasher drowns out my panting.

I feel like a beast myself. His cow. I'm just his cow that he owns. But at the same time, he is still this shy boy I had a crush on for so long and now he has finally noticed me. I swing between the awe of something that only should have happened in cheap porn movies, not real life, and the feeling that his crooked smile gives me every time he smiles at me. I feel owned and free at the same time. And I get addicted to that feeling.

I'm doing it for him. Only for him. On my knees in the kitchen, my lips slightly parted, I realize I really am his cow girlfriend. Then he gently places his hands on my head, and I look up at him. Shyly. Docile.

In love.

"Moooo," I whisper and smile.

Bella Taubner. +5 (PS -35)

He smiles too. Then he gets serious and guides my lips to his trousers, zips down, and pulls his underwear down. I'm almost hit in the face and flinch, but then immediately lean forward again as his meat rod springs to life. No hesitation. Just pure animalistic instinct. I see a cock in front of my face and all I can think of is His cock! My lips part, wide, and I feel the weight of his flesh on my lower lip as my head thrusts forward. I have to open my lips wide and take a deep breath, then I let his rod slide inside me.

It's nothing like the BJs I handed out before with my other boyfriends. Not in the slightest.

With the others, it was almost a game. I knew boys like it if we girls go on our knees for him. I knew they want us beneath them. I can do that. No porblems. Because it is me, always me, who sucks them. I'm in charge with them.

Not with him.

As I taste the slightly salty flavor of his skin, mixed with a ton of precum that almost overwhelms me, I lose all sense of time and space. I get reduced to my primal, animal instinct-driven form of a woman. I kneel at his feet and serve him like I was born to do. And I feel so fucking proud. A small place in my mind still belongs to me while I feel his dick claiming my mouth, but this small piece of me knows just one thing.

He owns me.

Everything blurs, and only the taste and weight of my boyfriend swirl in my pleasantly empty head as he presses my tongue flat and pushes deeper inside me. The situation is overwhelming. Finn's cock almost completely fills my skull, and far too quickly, he hits the entrance to my throat. I almost cough. What if Heather hears us? What if she turns around? My God, she could see us and… My God, I'm so horny! And he's so fucking big! I can't swallow him. Fuck. Just too fucking big and… God, his hands on my head… Yes… Hold me… Pump in me and… Fuck!

A micro orgasm just by giving head? I never felt anything like serving my boyfriend Finn. I feel so small and so important at the same time.

He's my man. God I knew it. This is my man. Take my body. Own me!

My lover. My boyfriend. My... I'm almost there myself, but he is stronger, faster,and more intelligent.

“Good cow,” he whispers back, looking down on me.

My handler! My eyes roll into my skull and I breathe heavily on his salvia-coated pleasure tool that almost splits my skull. You own me, handler. My pussy clamps down, almost as if little kitty wants to grab something to stuff herself with. She almost screams for his cock while my panties get soaked, my knees wobble and my lips glide wet and sloppy over his cock. I'm so happy. Just... I take some raggedy braths around his meat and focus on pleasing my handler. Just don’t **** me, please, Mister Handler. I try to grin, happy my witty attitude hasn’t died of lack of air. For now. He's in control, almost god like while I blow him right here like his domesticated cattle. The kitchen tiles scrape my knees and my dress gets wet from the sewage collected on the floor. Or my pussy slime. I do not care.

What a fucking great date.

The second date on which we delved into sexual activities. I can't wait for the third date and...

“Huuurghah…” I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.

He's just too big. I just can't swallow him. I try my best to serve him and at least I make it messy. So I **** out a handful of slime and spit on the ground, a big wad on my chin and a dopey smile on my smeared lips. Then…

“Everything okay over there?” I can't see her but hear her voice. Heather. My pussy clenches and drowns my tights in my juices. I'm so turned on by almost getting caught!

“Yes yes” I hear Finn calm the situation. He leans against the counter, his tip gliding heavily over my puckered lips while I kiss him gently. And I push myself deeper. I want... I need him inside me. As long as Heather is in the room... “We… hmm…”

“Where is my sister?” I start to pump my head, stretch my tongue and make him shudder. I can take you Finn, I think and double my efforts. I'm a good cow-girlfriend for you. I can suck you like you deserve. I bob my head like a machine, driving his shaft into my throat again and again while drool forms on my chin and little bubbles of spit pop in the corners of my strained lips. God I must look so stupid right now, I muse but don't slow down. Like a dumb cow that does what it’s meant to do. Sucking cock of her handler. Gooood... Another orgasm. I feel my cunt cum dripping down my tights on the ground. My head spins like in a dace and all I want is to make my boyfriend cum.

For him, I do it. I would... be it. His... cow. His docile, dumb, slutty cow. I will be what he wants. My handler. I love you, Finn.

“What?” he presses out as my forehead bumps against his torso. "Where is Bella?" he reaches down, pats me on the head like I'm just a stupid, simple animal. And I love it. Me, strong Bella, loooooves to be handled like a piece of meat. “She needed a break, I guess,” he lies and steadies himself in the counter.

And then he turns around.

I can't believe it. I'm sucking his dick! Don't move you ashole or I will...

But I don't do it, whatever I would have done. I follow him on my knees like a good cow would, hold his meat in my mouth, suckle on it like in a teat and let myself be guided while he turns around to face my sister.

“Typical Bella,” Heather snarls while her sister sucks on my cock. It takes all my concentration not to skullfuck Bella till I flood her brain with cum. What should I do? She's just too good. And regardless of the MCD, getting blown by such a hot woman is simply divine. Anyone would lose their mind in that situation and wouldn't deactivate the exhibitionism perk.

“Don’t be mean to her,” I say with a gentle smile while I feel Bella's throat contract around my meat. She's almost there, at my base. God, Bella, you angel of fellatio, keep sucking… Fuck! “Actually, you two aren’t so different.”

“Yeah? You think so?” The sister takes a few steps toward me, and for a moment it seems like she’s about to come over to me. Bella sucks herself so deep on my cock I can feel her lips on my skin. Good cow, Bella. Oh my god, this feels so good. Almost completely down, and it feels like heaven. Luckily, Heather just moves a row over to clean. However, she turns toward me so we can talk. The counter obscures Bella, and I stand a little closer so my awkward posture—after all, I have a girl hanging between my legs trying to **** herself out on dick—isn’t so noticeable. Bella’s head bumps slightly against the wall, and her eyes, blurry with lust, sparkle at me. “So you think Bella is also incredibly charismatic, intelligent, beautiful, and so, so thin?”

“Ouch… That hurt.” Not just Heather’s words. Bella's teeth clench as her jaw tenses. But she quickly calms down, pulls back briefly, and kisses the whole length of my glans affectionately as a devoted apology while holding my smeared cock with her cute fingers. I can also see her white knuckles as she clutches my pants. Her sister, on the other hand, looks at me defiantly. "It's not about the body," I explain patiently. Heather seems to have completely different problems than my sweet Bella. Completely different challenges for me. "I like... ah..." Bella has sucked her lips over my sensitive tip like a vacuum and swirls her tongue around it with passion, sending shivers down my spine. "Shit, I love Bella because of her humor and, you know? I mean, look at you." I'm really playing a dangerous game here.

Fuck it. One sister sucks my dick, the other will follow. With that, I point to Heather's skinny body, tiny breasts and tall figure, the exact opposite of my girlfriend's.

"No one's going to turn around because of your ass or your tits, right?"

"What!"

"Don't get me wrong!" Heather actually picked up a kitchen knife. Is she going to throw it at me? Then I could dodge. The main thing is that she doesn't come over and interrupt this nice blowjob I'm getting. "Your body is really... ah..." Bella has gone deep again. "Sexy..."

"Like this?" The cute little, fucking dangerous, and unhinged girl rests her hands on the counter and presses her cute breasts together in her pink top. That I can manage, altogether with the tongue tickling the undersite of my ballsack the the moment. But then Heather begins to pose for me...

"How cute?" I roll my eyes awkwardly and start flirting with one girl while her older sister has my cock in her mouth. I can see us fucking already, Heather, I notice while her sister comes another inch towards my crotch. Like I can see your cute nipples under this shirt. God, I love my life.

"I mean, everybody likes cute, slim girls like you. Me too. Believe me. Thank you," I say as she puts the kitchen knife down. "It's just that I know Bella fits my vibe, you know?"

"And me?" She almost looks shy. No way is she for real right now. Not even in this situation I fall for this trick. But I'm not going to push her away either. Not just because she might pick up the knife again.

But because I'm sure that beneath that cute but deadly chaotic skin lies a real nice girl. Just like Bella.

"That's what I meant earlier," I grin, trying to defuse the situation. "I... ah..." Meanwhile, Bella sucks on me like a champ, trying to be silent with her mouth full and saliva dropping down her chin. Her face is all red and her nose flares when she comes ou for air, only to stick out her tongue again and deepthroat me. "You two are very similar in many ways." And Heather shows character. Not with a joke, but by being silent, wild Heather, and saying nothing. Sometimes silence is a good sign in a girl. And I decide to take a risk with the two girls. "Before you pulled that," I chuckle, "hilarious prank..."

"Funny, right?" she beams at me like I hit a spot there.

“Yeah… Just funny… Well. Before, Bella told me she would… oooh…” My cow-girlfriend took my cock out of her mouth, bent down, tilted her head back, and slammed my dick against her puckered, oh so soft lips. I can only hope the smacking noises don’t stir up attention. “She feels trapped, right?” Heather moans and stops wiping the countertop. Her dark brown eyes, which make her look like a doe, fix on me.

“Oh, does she?” the younger girl asks. She kinda looks cute this way, I muse. I bet she would go on doing it with her sister and… Wait, Lynchwood. Be responsible.

“You feel the same way?” I offer my help. “I bet it must be tiresome to work all day to keep your family floating.” The girl shrugs her shoulders.

"I mean, at least I don't work part-time at the mall too, you know? I guess..." She looks at the side. "I guess she works harder than me. Big sister, you know? While I'm the little one who needs to go to school and so on." I don't know the story all too well. New York is the city that never sleeps, but in this time and political/financial climate, work has to be done. "But at the same time, I always get angry stares when I want to do something special, you know? Life here is so boring and lame. I want to go out. Meet people. Make friends and memories."

“Yeah,” I say softly, almost looking down on Bella who sucks my nuts in her mouth. At least she tries with the massive pair of balls that cover her face. At the same time she pumps my dick with one hand and fingers herself with the other. “You can’t make memories in a kitchen.”

“Yeah…” Silence follows, and Heather remembers she needs to do some cleaning if she wants to go out this evening. I have no idea what time it is, but time is dragging here.

“I can understand you and your sister,” I finally say while Bella massages my balls with her tongue. Not quite as hot as her mouth around my cock, but if she continued, I would lose what little mental strength I had left. “I used to feel trapped too. Especially with Rose.”

“What?” Again, Rose’s best friend reaches for the knife, this time with a smile. I’ve managed to win her over. “Are you saying my best friend…” She pauses. “She told me the same thing. And that she’s so much happier now when she’s around you.” I see into her dark, deep eyes. Is she… Is she jealous? Of me? Or of Rose? Meanwhile, Bella, as we talk about her soon-to-be harem sister, wraps her hands around the area where my cock hangs, presses down gently, and rams her head back onto my shaft.

"Hmmm..." I moan silently. "You see," I press between my lips, my hands clenched into fists on the counter, my shoulders tense, and my head slightly drooping. I can't hold out much longer. "That's what I wanted to say, that you and your sister are alike in many ways. Rose and I have been happier since we've grown closer. I'm sure it'll work with Bella too? I mean, she's a smart girl."

"Hmmm..." Lost in thought, Heather wipes the counter while I try to catch my breath. "I think..."

"Ahfuuuu..." She blinks at me questioningly, but I just grin apologetically as Bella shoots a small puddle of cum between her trembling thighs. God, the exhibitionism perk is godlike.

"I think I could at least try," she murmurs. "I mean..." She fixes her gaze on me again. "You really think we could work it out?"

"Tell you what," I **** out, desperately trying to smile through the godly feeling of being blown by my girl. Dude, wake up, I think, and remember my plan. She can still bite your dick off. Oh, what the hell... "Let's do something together, the three of us. Or the four of us, if you want Rose there. Bella and I would definitely enjoy it too... my god..." It looks like Bella is really excited. Hopefully for a nice experience with her younger sister, but definitely for my dick milk. She sucks like a fucking pro. "We'd love to have you with us."

"Hm..." Heather muses while I cook in agony. "Let me think..."

Heather Taubner. +3 (PS -67)

I almost didn't feel the MCD vibrating in my bag. This little minx. Trying to prank me while… God Bella… calm down… please…

“Okay,” the youngest Taubner girl says at last. “I will stay in touch.” And then, thank the gods, like, all of them, she leaves the kitchen. I reach down. “Oh, and Finn?”

“Yes?” I jerk my head up. Heather is standing by the kitchen door. If she'd taken just two more steps, she'd see her big sister, my dick stretching her poor little throat. Her nose, finally, pressed deep into my skin and her neck bulged. Heather smiles like the little devil she is.

“Tell my sister that if she wants to lose weight, she shouldn't always take such a mouthful.” With that, she disappears from the kitchen.

“Yes…” I groan. “Wait, what?” But there is no time to think as Bella is still sucking at me. My cock throbbing wildly in the cool kitchen air, still warm by her saliva. "Your sister is really..."

"Shut up." What is it with these girls that they are always so mean to me? Then I'm grabbed by the collar. Hard. Bella's eyes are a little lighter than her sister's, and I can clearly see the brown in them. Because they are so wide open and fixated on me. And I see the pure, concentrated lust. "Shut up and fuck me already!"

Message from the author:

Sorry for the Linkin Park reference there. I wrote it, hummed the song, and left it in there. :)

So. First points for Heather. I start with her and say that I'm working on a few polls for her that I came up with today. So no poll right away because I need to make sure I ask the right questions, even in the future. I think I can post the polls tomorrow in Part V.

And with Part VI the chapter ends and we start with Rania and her night.

For Bella, her next solo chapter will be something big that I have planned for a long time. Two now models for the story and I want to make her lactate on the near future. Although I work on a short-term effect for her skin to become even whiter, with, you guessed it, dark patches on it and her eyes turn dark as well. Short-term effect, because then I can still use her model's pictures but make her even more cow-like in my written descriptions and situations.