[MF] Break the spell

From the couch I heard the door close as Saidee’s last friend left. Lisa’s door remained closed and locked, and for the first time in hours the apartment was silent. At the crack of the light switch the room went dark, the couch end illuminated by the blue glow from the TV. Saidee padded softly back in view and approached the couch, eyes laser focused on mine. She briefly paused, and in the darkness a knowing smile faintly crossed her lips. Instead of plopping down next to me, she straddled my lap and sat down facing me. As I mustered the obvious question, her hand shot out to press her finger to my lips, gesturing for my silence. Saidee’s smile grew mischievously, and without breaking eye contact she reached down, grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled off her top.

My breath escaped and there I sat, face-to-face with Sadiee’s amazing tits; Full, round and beautiful, with soft pink nipples perfectly accented with small shiny barbells that were just the right size. Her chest alone would have knocked me off balance, but the piercings slaughtered all hope I had of maintaining coherent thought. She paused and let me look, a shit eating grin plastered across her face as she soaked my up shell-shocked reaction. When my eyes went back to hers she shifted, slowly bringing a nipple up to my mouth, still open in shock. I had no idea what was going on, but I was smart enough to know what to do next and I eagerly accepted what she offered, alternating between sucking and running my tongue around her nipple. From up above a heavy sigh escaped Saidee, her hands reaching up to hold my head and pull me closer to her chest.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she sighed quietly, slowly balling up and releasing handfuls of my hair. Saidee’s breath deepend as she surrendered its control to sensation, not entirely maintaining her hold on it’s smooth flow. She enjoyed the moment, twitching or spasming sporadically as I varied my pressure and direction. With firm handfuls of my hair, she disengaged slightly and moved me towards her other breast. On the way over I looked up and shot her my best “What the fuck is going on?” look. She got the hint.

Saidee leaned down, careful to keep my mouth on her nipple and between struggled breaths whispered, “It’s bullshit how she treats you.” I responded with a grunt of of indifference which she took as rebuttal and continued, “Don’t give me that shit, you know she does. And I know you act like you don’t care, but you do care which means it’s not okay.” Saidee paused to enjoy the shudder my tongue induced. I picked up my intensity, and Saidee’s body responded in kind. Her hips ground into my crotch again and again, riding the ridge of my now raging erection. She was so worked up I could feel the heat from her pussy through my shorts and her tights. We sat like that for what felt like an eternity, Saidee shifting my attention evenly between each breast, descending into deeper and needier breaths.

Eventually, Saidee pushed me back with a smirk and slid off my lap down to the floor between my legs. Her hands found my my waistline and after fumbling with my zipper she slid my shorts off causing my cock to spring free. She took a moment to give it the up-and-down with her eyes before taking it in one hand and guiding it into her mouth. She sucked gently, using her mouth to get me wet so her hand could more easily slide along it’s surface. Further and further she worked down the shaft until she could swallow all of me, her lips hugging me tightly. To say I was sexually frustrated at this point in my evening was an understatement, and I was quickly losing control. My hips began moving involuntarily, and sensing this Saidee stopped and looked up at me, her hand wrapping around my cock firmly.

“Let me ask you something,” Saidee propositioned, her hand making full strokes up and down my length while she talked, “where’s Lisa?”

She let the question hang in the air, and as Saidee’s needful tugging assaulted my train of thought I struggled to come up with a bullshit excuse. Her playful expression had been replaced with one of annoyed irritation. “Where was she tonight and where is she right now? She’s the one who wanted to have people over… But you brought all the beer, you set most of this shit up… Did Lisa hang out with you at all tonight? Nope. She played “host” til the vodka won, snuck off to play with Ben, then reappeared a few hours later too fucked up to stand. Did she let you help her to bed? Nope. She ran into her room and locked her door. Just like trashed Lisa always does. You and I both know she’s face down on her bathroom floor right now, blackout beyond all fuck.”

Sad part was, Saidee was right. Lisa did treat me like shit, especially so tonight. And yes, Lisa was in all certainty cheek-to-tile in her shitty bathroom, hurtling towards a very painful morning. While I hoped for something more serious, that day was never coming. Nor did it need to. I’d always known Lisa was a train wreck and never really cared, but Saidee’s creative inquisition somehow helped me meet the obvious conclusion and I began to sink into that thought. Sensing this, she took me in her mouth again, purposefully swirling her tongue under the head of my dick to make me squirm. Saidee was hosting a masters class on how to keep my attention; she kept up for a minute, never taking her eyes off my face, soaking up my enjoyment.

Finally, Saidee took me in her hand again and stroked me with her fingernails. She started with my balls and ran them over and up my cock, pausing at the top to slightly squeeze before returning along the same path. “You’re too good for this shit,” she finally said after a long silent stare. “You’re too good to be treated like this, and you need to wake up and realize there are way better girls out there for you.”

“You’re not wrong,” I acquiesced, pausing to think about the implications of my statement.

“Besides,” she continued, her mischievous grin returning, “I’ve got a hunch you might find other girls attractive too.” Her eyes briefly pointed at the hard dick in her hands before returning back to mine, the proud look of success beaming from her face. For the first time that night, I genuinely smiled.

My curiosity got the better of me, “So not that I’m complaining… but where did this come from?”

Saidee paused slightly, weighing what to say before sliding into an answer, “I need this. I need to do this with you. Since Lisa first brought you around, you have been really great. You have always been so chill to me….” she paused, her eyes taking a moment to visit someplace distant, ” .. and in this crowd it means a lot. And it makes me so fucking mad to see her do all this to you. Ben? Mike? They’re just like her, so tough shit for them.. but not you. I dunno, I guess I kinda have a big crush on you?.. ” she let that hang for a moment. “Yes, I understand what I’m doing. Yes, I’m cheating on John. It’s my choice and I’m okay with that. John’s not going anywhere….,” Saidee paused and finally sighed, “You need to.”

Before I could respond, Saidee pushed her herself up to stand in front of me and turned, bending over and sliding her tights off. The silhouette of her against the TV contrasted perfectly, yet I could still see her puffy wet lips in the sparse light. As I struggled to quickly get my shirt off, she resumed her straddle of my lap, and with her hand guided me into the smooth wet heat of her pussy. Slowly she slid all the way on, bottoming out at the base of my dick. Her accompanying moan was loud and deep, without fear or care of discovery. She held herself there, stretching around me and squeezing tightly. With one hand she reached down and rubbed circles into her clit, the other reaching up to play with her breast. With increasing speed she rocked into me, grinding forward and back. Every rotation of her hips pushed me into her g-spot, and every hit was a louder grunt, another shudder, a tighter squeeze. On and on she ground, pausing to cum and recover more than once, each time resuming her grind with stronger need and urgency. Finally she shifted and leaned back, placing both hands on my knees and showing herself off to me as she rode me. Years of gymnastics and cheerleading still defined Saidee’s incredible figure, and she was rapidly becoming a passenger in the car driven by her lust.

I leaned back and let her ride, watching her breasts bounce in time with her body. Blue light danced with shadows across her figure. The rhythm and intensity of her moans matched her bouncing, and it was getting harder and harder to for me to hold back.

“I’m going to cum again,” she grunted between breaths. “Will you cum with me? Please?” she asked, nodding toward me with the statement. Words were too hard so I nodded back, holding on to her thighs tightly. Her pussy slammed down on my cock and her moans echoed through her apartment. At this point the whole building knew we were fucking, well, everyone except Lisa. With one last emphatic thrust she slammed down on top of me and collapsed into my chest, her body spasming uncontrollably. I exploded into her, every single pump of cum squeezed tightly from my cock. She continued to shake violently as she reached her arms around my neck tightly for support and intimacy, and I wrapped my arms around her to holding her in place as she enjoyed me. We sat there for what felt like forever, her face buried in my neck, me buried deep inside her, covered in sweat and glowing with the aftershade of a good fucking.

Eventually we untangled and Saidee disappeared into her room to clean up, soon returning with a big comfy blanket yet still naked. Under the blanket she curled up next to me, and for the next few hours we sat in the glow of the TV exploring each other. At some point she dozed off, leaving me to sit and think about the evening. Sometime after 3AM Saidee’s phone hummed. John was on his way back into town with a fresh package, and she needed to head over and help him break it down.

Reluctantly we dressed and walked out to our cars. A light rain had come in since the party ended, but neither of us had a coat or umbrella. I turned to say goodbye, and in place of a hug Saidee reached up and give me a long kiss. As we pulled apart her eyes were a struggle of emotion, and in retrospect I realize that in the rain I didn’t notice her crying.

“Do something for me?” she asked. I gave a quick nod and she continued, “Please lose Lisa’s phone number… and please don’t come over here again.” She held her gaze long enough to let me know she was serious, then turned and walked off towards her car, disappearing into night.

I never saw Saidee again.

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