Courtney was now sitting with her head and neck more or less aligned with my lap. Her raven hair trailed down over her shoulders. She stared at my penis as it wagged before her nose. Her tits were inches from brushing against my balls. “Let’s get this over with,” she said.
I was happy to. I moved forward on the chair and took her left shoulder in my right hand. Courtney sat up. Clearly versed in how this was done, she reached for my dick tentatively (it twitched and wriggled in her tense but longed for grasp). Grimacing, she placed it in the valley of her bosom and gathered her breasts in either hand. With my palms gripping both of her shoulders and her head trained down at my cock, she pushed her tits together and ran them slowly down my shaft.
I let out an appreciative groan.
Courtney didn’t answer. She just leaned in and rubbed her palm over the top of my cock, pressing it hard against her chest. “Is that what you want?” she murmured.
“That’s what I want, Courtney.”
“You want me to rub my fat fucking titties over your dick, you shit?”
“Harder,” I commanded her, and she complied. I stroked the back of her neck and humped forward to rub my balls against the sticky surface of her slick stomach.
“Ugh,” Courtney said.
“You don’t like my balls rubbing against you, Court?”
“No,” she groaned.
“You don’t mind that dick though, do you? You want that money.”
“I want the fucking money,” she said.
I couldn’t help myself. I figured if she was willing to go this far she couldn’t protest to a little dirty talk. “You’re a little whore, huh?”
Courtney knew what I was doing. She kept her eyes trained down at my cock peeking up through the tops of her breasts and bent low until it almost hit her neck. Then she flexed and came up again, my swollen dick disappearing down her cleavage and leaving a slimier trail of precum on her tanned brown skin. “Yeah I’m a little whore,” she replied. “You like getting off on your girlfriend’s sister? That get you hot, asshole?”
“Yes,” I said. I grabbed her shoulders and ordered her to squeeze her tits together harder. “Harder,” I told her.
“You want to fuck these tits harder?” she spat. That gave me an idea.
“Spit on it,” I told her.
“On what?”
“You know what.”
A long white trail of spit left Courtney’s lips and dribbled over the slit in my cockhead.
“Kiss it.”
“No,” Courtney said. She didn’t look up. Her raven black hair framed her hands wrapped around my cock.
“Spit on it again.”
A thin line of saliva left her big, angry mouth and missed my cock. It hit the wet surface of her breasts and she shook her chin to separate it from her mouth, finally using her hand to wipe it off her lips.
“Don’t bother,” I said. “Spit on it again.”
“I can’t,” she said. “I’m out of spit.”
“Then use your mouth.”
Courtney continued to minister to my penis with her breasts squished together. She looked up at me defiantly.
“Use your mouth, Courtney. I want my dick wet.”
“That wasn’t what you said you wanted…”
I pulled her hands away. Courtney stayed on her knees and wiped at the streaks of spittle on her chest. I cupped her heavy boobs in my hands and squashed them over my dick. “What am I doing to you right now, Courtney?”
“You’re fucking my tits.”
I leaned forward in the chair. I felt like my entire lower body was on fire. I arched my pelvis up, up higher, higher until it trailed her own saliva over her chin. “What is this, Courtney?”
“It’s your fucking dick,” she snarled.
“Good girls don’t let boys rub their dicks all over their tits.”
“Stop,” she said.
“You said I could. Say it. Tell me you’re a good girl.” I grabbed her hands and pressed them to her breasts. Together we squeezed my dick in and out of her sticky cleavage. Courtney had to arch her back and sit straight while on her knees to let me fuck her tits. She tilted her neck back to keep my dick from banging her face. I wrapped my hands around her bare shoulder blades and drew her close. “Say you’re a good girl, Courtney.”
“I’m not a-”
“Then say you’re a bad girl.”
She glared. “I’m a bad girl,” she muttered.
“Tell me how slutty you are.”
“I’m a slut.”
“How slutty are you, Courtney?”
“I fucking hate you,” she said. I wiped some dry spit from her cheek. She almost bit me.
I leaned back, bringing Courtney with me. I still had my hands on her shoulders. “Tell me what you’re doing, Courtney.”
“I’m giving my sister’s boyfriend a titjob.”
“Do you let lots of boys cum on your breasts?”
“Is that what you want?” she said.
“I want you to say it.”
Clearly no one had ordered her around this way before. Her anger was close to being spent and now she just looked incredulous. “I let boys cum on my breasts,” she said flatly. She kept my gaze the entire time, her tits rubbing up and down, up and down, the precum oozing from my dick starting to leave a thick, sudsy trail down her skin. I watched it ooze down her chest and groaned appreciatively.
“You let boys cum on you, Courtney?”
“All the time,” she said. “Do you cum on my sister?”
“What do you think?” I said.
“Does she let you cum inside her?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know? Say you’re a slut.”
“I’m a slut, fucker,” Courtney repeated.
“Say you’re my slut.”
“I’m your fucking slut,” she said.
“So put your mouth on my fucking cock,” I demanded. Courtney’s eyes widened. She stopped rubbing her tits against me. For a moment she looked, instead of angry, perplexed. Then she looked down at my dick as if she’d forgotten what she’d been squeezing her tits against for the past five minutes. “Can you spit?” I said.
“No…” she said, still staring down at my cock. It was red and a little chafed but damn it it was worth it.
“Open your mouth, Courtney.”
Her hair fell forward over her forehead as she leaned down. Careful not to let my dick escape her tits, she bent over until my balls were smothered in her breasts and she could breathe over my cock. “Agh,” she said. “God, I can smell your dick.” I leaned up and felt Courtney’s puckered lips suck my head.
“Yes,” I said, running my fingers through her hair. I reached down and pulled my dick from Courtney’s mouth. Mid-suck, I pulled a string of saliva and cum from off her tongue. “How does it taste?”
“Horrible,” she said. “How long were you in the car?”
I pushed forward. Courtney tumbled backward onto the carpet. Her strong thighs widened to let me follow her down. I was suddenly intensely aware of how close I was to fucking a pussy that was not my girlfriend’s. Then again, I’d just had my dick in her sister’s mouth. I crouched over Courtney and pinned both of her hands with my own, my dick almost balanced on her chin. Courtney stared at it as if it would bite her.
“You don’t deserve my sister,” she hissed.
I stroked her hair over her forehead and gazed into her burning eyes. “Do it for the money,” I told her. I rubbed the head of my cock over her flushed lips. “Do it for your sister.”
“No…” she said.
“Use your mouth, Courtney. Make it wet. Just use your tongue. I’m keeping the money until you make me cum.”
“Agh,” she groaned. I rubbed the underside of my dick all over her mouth, precum sticking to her upper lip and nose. I grinned and pushed my member into her nostrils.
“Stop! Stop!” she said. “Okay, I’ll do it. Back up.”
courtney shut her eyes and parted her lips, silently allowing me to slide my shaft across her open mouth. From underneath she stuck out her tongue. I popped my cock back and forth along her mouth, dragging my balls against her lips and pressing my shaft against her high cheekbone, and Courtney dutifully licked it each time it entered her mouth. “Say you’re a whore,” I said.
My dick retreated from her face. “I’m a whore,” she repeated. I slipped my dick back over her mouth.
“Say it again,” I said.
“m’a whore,” she mumbled as I entered her.
I pulled out of her lips and trailed my dick down her cheek and neck until it was resting on the buoyant sphere of her breast. “Put me back in,” I told her. Courtney grabbed my dick and slid it into her cleavage. My hands pressed into the carpet around her head and I rubbed against her as she pumped my cock between her slimy tits.
“You’re fucking scum,” she hissed.
“Fair enough,” I groaned against her.
“I hope my sister comes home right now and sees you jerking off on me.”
“I’d fucking love it.” Clear precum was oozing out of my cock and pooling in the hollow of Courtney’s neck.
“What about when I tell her what you did to me?”
I trailed my dick down her stomach and rested the base of my shaft against her clit. An expected tremor radiated out of her every limb and her protests were silenced by my mouth over hers. I slid my dick back up her stomach and watched the sticky mess it made of her curvaceous body. “I just needed to get you out of my system,” I told her. “I’m going to cum.”
“Where?” she asked.
“Where don’t you want me to cum?” I asked.
“Don’t cum on my face,” she said. “Don’t you dare,” she threatened softly. In her eyes was the spark of defiant seduction. “Don’t you dare cum on my fucking face,” she spat. “You dirty motherfucker.”
I held my shaft over her neck and made her grab me. As soon as her fingers slipped over my cock she started jerking me like mad.
“Don’t you dare cum,” she spat as she tried to point my cock away from her. “Don’t you fucking cum on my face.”
The heels of my palms dug into the carpet and I felt everything between the nape of my neck and my heels seize up. I drove my knees into the carpet beneath her shoulders.
“Jerk me off, Courtney. I’m gonna fucking cum.”
Courtney pulled at my cock until I ejaculated over her mouth. She shut her eyes as thick ropes of jizz blasted out over her nose and hair. She cried out and let go. I snatched my dick away from her and continued to stroke myself, cumming down her chin, her neck and finally grabbing each breast so that I could squeeze my spunk over her tits. Two very frustrated years were suddenly drained in a torrent over my girlfriend’s sister’s body.
“Do you like cumming on me?” Courtney gasped. I watched my jizz stretch over her opened lips and immediately squirted again over her neck. “Is this how you fuck my sister?”
“Never,” I huffed. It was true. It was never that intense. Courtney lay on the floor and let me rub my dick over her boobs until every string of sperm had escaped. When I was done I sat down hard beside her and gathered myself. Courtney sat up beside me. I reached above us and pulled down a kitchen towel and handed it to her. She took it wordlessly and wiped at her face and breasts.
“You’re nasty,” she said quietly.
“Yeah, well,” I breathed, “you’re a thief.”
Courtney stared down at her hanging breasts and smirked. “You really wanted to fuck my tits…”
It was weird to see her smile. I sort of just nodded, my body still zinging from the emptied balls beneath me.
“Okay so do I get my money now or do I have to perform some other depraved sex act on you before you give it up?”
I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. Regardless, I was spent and knew in the back of my mind I had to get cleaned up – that Courtney had to get cleaned up – before her sister got back.
“I don’t know if that titfuck was worth two thousand dollars,” I said. “But yeah, I’ll get the money to you.” After Courtney got up I said, “And happy birthday.”
Courtney rolled her eyes. “Don’t even think about following me into the shower to try to exact more payment from me. I know you haven’t given me the money yet… But that would just be wrong.” She crossed the carpet and disappeared into her room, her breasts swinging like smooth mocha. The word “wrong” echoed in my brain like thunder, the image of her wet smile like the lightning bright behind it.