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*** Alana ***
These fucking bitches. These god damn bitches. They got ahead of me with servicing Chris and his needs during “stress relief” and him and Bella even managed to find something special together! I feel left out. I want in on the fun! I want to be fucked somewhere unfamiliar! I want a line of women looking at me with envy and disgust!
So Rox and Izz are both just talking about what they did, about the fun they had over at Chris work. I feel left out, probably because I am left out! That motherfucker hasn’t texted me for my turn yet, and I am not happy!
When Chris left for work this morning, he gave each of us a good-bye kiss. A quick peck on the lips, but I didn’t want to give him his. He looked at me and he just left. I am so pissed off, so pissed off! How dare he. How fucking dare he exclude me!
I hear my phone chime and it’s him! “1230” was all the text says. Is it the time? I think its the time. That’s a little after noon, should I bring him lunch too? I should, I really should. Burrito maybe? Yeah, I think that’ll do.
Happily, I started marinating some steak for him. It’s still somewhat early, it’s only 9 AM and Rox decided to help me while we shoo Izz away. That walking disaster has no place in the kitchen at the moment! She pouted at us and went off to the gym to work out with her shoulders hanging low.
“Rox, we should start working out too, don’t you think?” I said to her. She flipped her hair a bit and gave it some thought.
“We could. I mean, I think we’re plenty sexy enough as we are, but I think we should at least work out a bit. Get some abs, tone up our arms and leg. Maybe Belle can help us out.”
“Right, she could do that with us. I did track in high school, and you were in… band? I don’t remember.”
She gave it some thought, “Yearbook committee, so obviously I haven’t worked out much at all. It’s a wonder how I’m keeping my figure, especially now since you keep cooking such yummy food.”
I gave her a giggle as I gently nudged her. “You’re not so bad in the kitchen yourself,” I told her. I never noticed how beautiful she is before, probably because we hated each other so much. But now, now that I think she’s opening up a little bit more, I think we’ll get along really well.
I couldn’t help but be enamored by her. I wrapped my hand around her thin waist and pulled her in close. She didn’t object, nor did she move away when we met. I looked up at her slightly and she looked at me, and I noticed she’s coming in closer to me until our lips met. She felt warm and bright, her lips tasted sweet.
“A-Alana, I-I’m not gay,” she said softly as she gave me a peck on the lip.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I keep forgetting,” I answered but she didn’t move away. I can’t take it anymore. I cant! I lifted her up over the counter and spread her legs. She’s wearing a black camisole with red panties and I just slid it aside. Again, she didn’t resist me or anything as I look down at her delicious snatch.
“A-Alana, we shouldn’t do this here,” she whimpered as I blew softly against her exposed pussy, “it’s disrespectful to the food.”
I saw reason for that as I took her hand and we went over to the couch. I threw her down and she giggled as she bounced, and I went over and finally kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my lower back while I laid atop her. Her thin camisole left nothing to the imagination, also we’ve already seen each other fully nude before so there really was nothing to the imagination, but her wandering hands found their way on my ass cheeks and she squeezed and fondled them.
I slowly slid down her body, raising her camisole up and allowing me access to her breast. They’re nice and plump, not as big as mine and definitely not as big as Izz but they fit nicely on my hands. I gave her a lick, a kiss and a nibble on each pointed, aroused nipple and she gasped softly with each motion. Her tits are nice and plump, and her nipples are hard for me. Each time I sucked her tits she would hiss against me and brush my hair, and every time we kissed she moaned into my mouth.
“A-Alana, don’t you have -”
“Shut up and let me have this, we’ve got time.”
I got down to my knees on the floor and she maneuvered herself over with her legs yawning at me. I see no reason to hold back as I dove into her snatch. My lips wrapped around her beautiful clit while I fingered her slowly with a finger. I can hear her soft moans as she squirmed around me.
“A-Alana! Don’t stop, don’t stop baby please,” she whimpered as she struggled against me. “G-God! God this feels so good!”
I haven’t had sex with a woman in a long time, a really long time. I was in a relationship with a girl back when I was 19, working for a certain scantily clad eatery, and while it was fun being with her, she wasn’t Izz, and we ended our relationship amicably. Izz has always been the person I’ve wanted, for the longest time she’s been the object of my desire. Now that I have her, more or less at least, I feel happy and fulfilled. What’s even more is that I have a man that gives me the same feeling that Izz does.
Should I mention to Chris that I still have my uniform? That it still fits? He has a thing for uniforms, I know that much, but maybe I’ll surprise him. Even more so now that Izz has told me that she found a kink that Chris seems to enjoy and I’ll be more than glad to explore it with him as well.
Well, right now I’m tasting my former nemesis’ delightful pussy. Her delicious nectar has been flowing into my mouth, and she’s been squirming against my efforts. “Alana, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
I quickly retracted my fingers from her pussy, wrapped my arms around her upper thigh, and continued lapping up and licking and sucking at her delicious clam. She whined and moaned as she tried to push me off her, but I she couldn’t pry me off her cunt. Finally, I felt that flood coming from her, that slightly acidic, metallic taste of her orgasmic juice flowing down her mound and in my mouth. I drank up as much as I can, spilling a few down the sides of my mouth and over my chest. Her puppy-like whines were music to my ears, and I’m kind of glad I still have the skills to make a woman cum.
She reached out to me and I went over and gave her a kiss. “M-My turn?” she asked me as she started lifting up my pyjama top.
“Oh no, babe, I have a schedule with Chris later,” I explained as I brushed her hair softly behind her ears, “but… but maybe later, when I come back.”
“Promise?” she whispered softly.
“Promise, alright,” I told her as our lips locked with one another again.
***
I made sure to help clean up Rox, I’m not a bitch. When I left the apartment she was comfortably on the couch, tucked in and having another nap. I guess I got her tired, that feels good to know that. Usually when Izz and I go at it, I’m the one who’s tired because mother bitch has a lot of fucking stamina for… fucking.
I thought up a way to surprise Chris. I’m wearing my uniform, that bright orange spank-me shorts with red and white thigh high socks and that white tank top with an owl on it. I got my hair in a ponytail and a black cap on as well.
I got into the office lobby and I was met with a bubbly blonde haired beauty. I got up to her and flashed my pearly whites.
“Yes, may I be of assistance?” she asked with a beautiful smile. Oh she is gorgeous.
“Hi, yes, I have a delivery for a Mr. Patterson?”
“Oh, delivery? I didn’t know you guys delivered! Ok, I’ll give him a ring.” she said with a gentle smile.
“Chris, sweetie? Hi, it’s Caitlyn. There’s a lunch delivery for you here. You’ll come up? Alright then, see you soon sweetie.”
Sweetie. Sweetie? SWEETIE!? No one calls him sweetie but me! No one, not even Izz! How dare you! How fucking dare you!? Oh, if she wasn’t so fucking gorgeous I would have lunged at her and ripped her blonde hair off her fucking head!
Relax, Alana, relax. She probably calls everyone sweetie.
Chris finally came up and his worried look instantly vanished when he saw me. I bounced up to him, reminding myself of how I used to act when I was working there. “Mr. Patterson? Hi, yes it’s going to be $15.35! Sir, you didn’t use your card to pay so will it be cash?”
“Cash? Oh yes, cash. Um -” he felt around his pockets, “I left my wallet back in my office. Do you want to come back with me and I’ll pay you there?”
“Sure! Lead the way.”
So he leads me down to his cubicle and instantly I see a bunch of heads pop up from behind the walls. God damn, they really are all pretty young brunettes, blondes and red heads. Shit. This is like a lesbian’s buffet in here.
But I have my eye on the main course.
He grabbed a key from his drawer and he pointed over further down the hall. We passed by another gorgeous green eyed, blonde lady who just airs a sense of confidence and authority. She gave us an awkward look, an almost uneasy look on her face as Chris leads me down towards the back.
“Oh, Mr. Patterson, where are you taking me?” I asked in the most innocent voice I can give him, “this isn’t the break room!”
“You’re right, it’s not,” he replied in such a low tone. He took the plastic bag from my hand, the bag containing the burrito I made for him, and set it aside carefully. “I ordered lunch, and apparently I got lunch.”
I grinned at him, “well, you’re lunch is here. Will you give me a 5 star review for excellent customer service?”
“Oh, I definitely will.”
He took me by the waist and guided me near the bed. As we sat down we kissed deeply and longingly, like we haven’t seen each other in weeks. “I thought you were mad at me,” he said to me as he started nipping at my neck, kissing me gently and taking in my scent.
“Silly, it’s only because you haven’t called me for stress relief yet. Oh, shit, we need to maintain character!”
He laughed, that warm breath against my neck felt so good, “well I am enjoying this. Ok, ok um… Oh! Where is my drink? I specifically ordered a cola for a drink!”
“I-I’m sorry sir! I must have forgotten it!”
He pulled me over his knees and rubbed my ass a bit with his palm. I’m shaking with anticipation as I see him raise his palm up. “I’m going to call your manager. What’s her number?”
He smacked my ass and I felt that sting course through my lower half, making me so nice and wet for him. “I’m sorry!” I yelped out at him, but he slapped my ass again. “P-Please, let me make it up to you sir! I’ll do anything”
He took off his slacks and he started slapping my face with his hard erection. “Anything?”
I nodded with a worried look on my face.
He shoved my mouth down his cock, holding me down for a few seconds until he finally brought me up. I gasped for air as I spat on his cock and spread it all over. I was going to take my cap off, seeing as it’s a hindrance, but he took my hand away. “No, it stays on,” he grunts as he pushed me down on his cock again.
I got up to him again, kissing him wildly as I’m starting to feel extremely turned on, “you like fucking girls with hats on?” I said, out of character of course.
“I always have, it’s just Bella doesn’t wear her caps as often as I want her to.”
I laughed again. We’re pretty bad at this roleplaying stuff, but it’s really fun. He cleared his throat as I went back down to his cock again. “What are you going to give me? Water? For my burrito?”
As he pushed me over his dick again, he started repeatedly slapping my ass. “What do you guys do over there? You young girls just play around on your phone and you’re not paying proper attention.”
He slipped his hand into the back of my pants and started fingering my pussy, “and you still expect me to pay the full price?”
I took a deep breath as soon as I came off his cock. Tears of happiness ran down my face, messing up my mascara while my red lipstick is a mess! A smear of that same lipstick is running up his cock. Again he took my lips over and we kissed again. He started taking my shorts off and I helped him out of course, but as soon as he got one leg out he just grabbed my ass, positioned me over his cock, and slid me down.
“S-Sir! Please, please it was a mistake!” I cried out at him as I grabbed his shirt while I rocked back and forth, bouncing my ass over his cock, “my mistake is not a representation of my work ethic!”
“How are you planning on making it up with me? How? That cola must be flat by now, sitting on your countertop, growing warmer by the second.” He pushed my hip down against him and swirled it around, making his cock run circles inside my walls. He gave my cervix little kisses as it passes, but otherwise my mind is in such a deep haze of pleasure and chemical reactions that I’ve started to just drool and grow weaker.
I slumped down against him and he rubbed my back, “are you ok sweetie?” he asked me softly.
“C-Cumming,” I muttered against his chest, “k-keep going, keep going daddy.”
Again he cleared his throat, “S-So, you said you’d do anything right? Huh? Anything to make it up to me?”
“Yes, please don’t tell my manager! I’m already in a lot of trouble with her!”
“Oh? What kind of trouble?” He smirked, “tell me.”
“W-Well, I didn’t finish work earlier and she’s m-mad at me. She told me to come back after this delivery to f-finish her, I mean finish up my work.”
He rubbed my back and his hands gradually moved to my face. Again our lips met, “you’re getting along with her?”
“Y-Yes, yes we are. But she’s mad that she didn’t get to do the same to me with what I did to her earlier, because I was making your lunch.”
“Oh, then be a good girl and let her when you get back, alright?”
When I nodded, he gave my ass a firm slap then proceeded to push me off a bit. I was about to roll to my back when he grabbed my hips and pulled me up to him. “Ahh, I think the roleplay experience is gone,” he laughed, and indeed it felt awkward continuing the roleplay, “maybe tomorrow we’ll try again.”
“H-How did Izz do it? Was she good?” I asked as he slide into my sopping wet pussy, causing me to moan out, “G-God that’s good!”
He gave a grunt as he proceeded to move in and out, growing a little bit faster with each thrust. “Oh yeah, she played it off well. That time was the first time I’ve done any sort of roleplaying. I wasn’t very good, but I think she carried it really well.”
“S-Sorry I’m not as good,” I whimpered, but he grabbed me by the ponytail and pulled me up to him, “s-sorry, daddy!”
“It wouldn’t be so bad for us to get better at it together, don’t you think so?”
I giggled softly against his lips as ours interlocked once again. God I love feeling his lips against mine. They’re not the same as Izz or Rox’s lips, a bit meatier and, kind of sexist of me to think so but more manly. He has that little scar under the bottom right side of his lips that I always look for when our lips are intertwined, I think he said he got that one day when Izz slapped him a few years back.
His hand wrapped around my neck while the other one slipped down over my clit and started drawing circles over it. I gave strangled breaths against his tightening hands and his drawing only increased in intensity while he thrust into me hard and fast. My hand grabbed at his forearm, slipping my finger in between our flesh, and once I needed to breathe, I squeezed at his arm and he released his grip. That high I get, oxygen and blood rushing into my brain, is so intense especially with him giving it to me instead of me doing it to myself.
His lips found my cheeks as he gave me small kisses that travels upward, and as he pushed me back down to my chest he pumped into me swiftly. “Y-You’re going to cum? Are you going to fill my pussy up with your spunk? Go ahead, violate my pussy.”
He shook his head in the negative, but he refused to slow down, “Oh, you’re not? Where are you going to cum? Are you going to cover my face with your delicious cum? You’re going to make me walk out of here with your cum staining my face? You know it’s going to be obvious on me. You know that, and you’re still going to do it. Naughty, boy! You’re so naughty and dirty!”
He gave me a grunt and he fucked me faster and faster. I screamed and moaned against his efforts, I’m not holding back my voice. If they’re outside this door, then they know that he’s giving me such a good time!
“A-Are you going to cum inside my mouth, maybe? You’re gong to make me swallow your load? You’re going to make me swallow your thick, delicious load? It’s going to coat my throat, you know, but I know it’s delicious. I know it’s a delicious, yummy taste! I’m waiting, I want your cum, daddy, I want it. I don’t care where you put your load, I just want it all for me! I want your cum! Cum for me, daddy, cum for Alana! Cum! Go ahead, dump your load wherever you want to, I’ll accept it!”
He took his cock out from my pussy and pulled me to my back. He then drove his fuck-stick into my waiting mouth, moving enough so that his thick head hits the back of my throat but not far enough that he’s choking me with it. He held onto my head as he continues to impale my mouth, until he pushed it in a little bit deeper but then pulled back so that I can taste his dickhead. I felt his explosion into my mouth and I struggled to keep his cum contained in it. His grunts are music to my ear, grunts with fervor and effort as he shook and trembled. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his delicious yogurt, and he kept giving me more and more. I drooled a few drops off the sides of my mouth, but otherwise I swallowed his entire load like the good girl that I am.
“Are you trying to drown me?” I laughed as I jerked his cock, trying to coax out a few more drops from him. I licked up the remaining globs of cum and sucked him up some more. “God that’s some good cum. Eat more pineapples for me, please, and make sure to finish your lunch.”
He gave me a tired nod as he took a seat. I sat next to him and he slumped against me. We hugged and cuddled for a few more minutes as I waited for him to catch his breath and regain his composure. “So, we’re going to roleplay some more next time?” I asked him.
“Sure thing,” he answered as he gave me a kiss, “but let’s practice some more first.”
I could still taste him in and around my mouth, that nice delicious saltiness his creamy cum is indistinguishable from anything else. God, I might really be totally addicted to him and his cock. Is this what love is? I hope so, because I’m just enjoying myself.
~ End of Part 35 ~
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