Another story for Diamond On My Tongue
I was sitting on Jason’s fluffy sofa with my bare feet on a pillow up on Jason’s sparkling shiny metal coffee table and watching a DVD of the 90s Batman cartoon on Jason’s big screen TV while talking on Jason’s cell phone when Jason decided to go up to his bedroom. I should have told him to stay downstairs but I didn’t because I wasn’t really paying attention to him. I know I should have been interacting with him because I was in his house and all but, well I guess I’m kind of a brat. When I hung up I muted the TV’s volume because I could hear a sound coming from Jason’s bedroom. I slipped my feet into my open heeled shoes and cautiously walked up the fluffy pastel blue carpet that was covering the staircase. When I got to the top of the staircase I realized that the sound was definitely the sound of Jason making some sort of moaning noise. I couldn’t admit it to myself, but deep down I knew what he was doing. I turned the knob and pushed open his bedroom door. He had almost a whole dozen locks on the inside that door but I knew he’d never ever actually lock any of them. I saw just what I should have expected to see but somehow I was still startled, surprised really. He was lying on his back on his bed. He couldn’t see me because he’d blindfolded himself he couldn’t hear me because he was wearing headphones that were plugged into the small TV that was sitting up on the shelving up above his head where he still wouldn’t have been able to see it if he’d removed the blindfold. I knew even without looking at the screen that it would be a Jenna Jameson movie because all his porn movies had her in them but I knew that Jenna wasn’t the girl he was thinking about. He had his pants on top of the blanket that was on the floor and he was totally naked from the waist down because he never wears any under wear and his socks were stuffed into his shoes which were up on the shelf next to the TV. His hard dick was sticking straight up and there was a part of me that felt really flattered because I knew he was thinking about me but there was this other part of me that felt really disgusted because I knew he was thinking about me. He was like a brother to me, much more so than any of my actual brothers who were all totally evil. Part of me felt disgusted because just seeing that guy with a hard-on made me feel like I was experiencing incest. Actual incest wasn’t really that bad but seeing this guy with get a hard-on always made my stomach churn, except today. Today I felt like a goddess, I felt like the queen of the world. I’d always heard the nymphomaniac girls tell me that a hard-on was a compliment but now I really truly understood what they meant. I saw this hard cock and I remembered that he was turning down sex with other people because he wanted to fuck me. He was lying in bed jacking off blindfolded instead of looking at porn because he wanted to fuck me. I was the object of his sexual obsession and suddenly my pussy pulsed my sphincter spasms my mouth is watering and my lips are instinctively licking my inexplicably dry lips. I knew that everyone he knew sucked dick and that he keeps himself waxed so that he won’t ever have to worry about getting his pubic hair stuck in anyone’s teeth and suddenly my eyes are glued to his bald nut sack that’s glistening with the sweet smelling sweat of sexual stimulation. My nostrils are tingling with the pheromone scent that’s coming from this guy’s balls and the juice from my pussy is totally soaking the crotch of my black spandex pants that are so tight I wouldn’t dare to wear underwear with them. I couldn’t control myself, I actually walked up to him, and I actually touched his throbbing pulsing dick. He was so startled so panicked trying to take off his blindfold take off his headphones and sit up all at the same time. He hit his head on the bottom of the shelving and he lamely tried to cover up his huge dick with his femininely small hands. I gently pulled his hands away and wrapped my hand around his throbbing manhood. He looked straight into my eyes but I didn’t talk because I knew that he wouldn’t have heard a word I said. He wasn’t “making eye contact”; he was looking at the color in my eyes. Both of my hands slid up his smoothly waxed six-pack abs as opened my mouth to swallow his cock. I didn’t even have to really try to make it feel good for him, just the fact that it was I instead of someone else made him pop almost immediately and for the first time I understood why all my friends love drinking cum. The magical sensations of his cum cascading down my throat made me have my own electrifying orgasm. I got up and as reached for the doorknob I realized that I’d been even more of a selfish brat than I thought I had. I remembered that the reason I’d driven over to his house instead of making him walk to mine was because it was his birthday. It was his fucking birthday and I had not only ignored him the whole time I was at his house, I’d also totally forgotten to give any sort of goddamn present. Then thinking about what I’d just done started feeling icky just like the way I feel after having wet dreams about him, and I did the most selfish bratty thing I think I’ve ever done; I fucked with his emotions, “Consider this your birthday present, because it won’t ever happen again” I said as I walked out of his bedroom and pulled the door closed behind me. Then, of course the emotional rollercoaster started all over again. Part of me wished I hadn’t said those last words, part of me wanted to suck his gorgeous dick all day every day, but then the other part of felt queasy so I threw up in his toilet and went home.
OKAY SO TELL ME PEOPLE, IS THIS ONE BETTER OR WORSE THAN THE OTHER ONE???
WARNING
This story does NOT have a “happy ending”
This story does NOT have a “happy ending”
OKAY SO TELL ME PEOPLE, IS THIS ONE BETTER OR WORSE THAN THE OTHER ONE???
