No bra. No panties. Those were my orders. "Simple enough..." I thought to myself. I slipped on a form fitting black t-shirt and my black and red plaid flannel pajama pants. Comfy. I had second thoughts about no bra... I have large breasts, measuring 40DD. Big pinkish nipples; veins noticable under my alabaster skin. I'm not a skinny girl by any means; I have a big round ass, gorgeous hips, curves that real women should have. Wavy auburn hair accentuates my fair complexion and big grey-green eyes. Angel eyes, i'm told. Lying eyes. Papi tells me i'm pretty.
Ah, my sweet Papi. I met him little more than 2 years ago, at a friend's birthday party. One look, that first friendly hug, and i knew i would have him. He isn't the usual "type" i'm attracted to, but there was something special there, something i couldn't quite pinpoint. He has the most beautiful eyes; soulful, loving, kind eyes. A gorgeous smile that makes my heart melt. Although he is rather stout, he is so damn sexy, and has a constant flow of girls coming and going. His voice is cheeful and friendly, but his language is crude and vulgar. He is 15 years older than i am, but i didn't care. He gave me butterflies from that very first night. I knew if i played my cards right, i would be his. His whore. His toy. I've never wanted anything more than to be dominated by him. I wanted him, and i always get what i want.
I took my appetizers out of the oven, and made sure everything was in order. Picture perfect.
"Now, about that bra..."
I was still uneasy about it. I have a live in boyfriend. In fact, Papi happens to be a good friend of my John, boyfriend. I pretend to loathe this man that i secretly love and adore. John will notice if i have no bra. But i don't want to disappoint my master either.
"Fuck it!" I say aloud, as i sit on the sofa and wait.
It seems like an eternity, waiting for a knock on the door. Finally!! He's here! I can feel my heart beating quickly and i get those all too familiar butterflies as i get up to open the door.
"Heeey! Come on in!"
I say with a smile. Not too eager, right? He just smiles as i close the door behind him.
"Mmm it smells good in here!"
He says. I made his favorite snacks, of course. I smile to myself. My boyfriend walks in from the restroom, and greets his buddy. I can feel the tension in my own chest. The lust. The awkwardness of our secret relationship. The longing to be close to Papi once more.
I offer the boys a beer and we all sit at the dining table. It's a rustic style piece, a cornered bench rather than chairs. I take my seat in the corner, just a foot from the man i fantasize about. But also about 2 feet from my boyfriend. Ugh! We both know our relationship is over. It's more for show now. And convenience. Still, i can't help but be frustrated at being so close, yet so far away. I keep hoping John will leave soon. Or fall asleep.
We have our drinks, and another. Then another. I'm slowly sipping my Smirnoff, making it last. But the guys are downing their beers. They tease me about not keeping up, but in reality i have no interest in drinking tonight. After a few beers each, i bring out a bottle of Crown and some Coke. Perfect! Papi can't drive home if he drinks it, so he will have to stay the night.
John realizes we are out of beer, and decides to make a quick drive to the store to get some. After feigning concern, and telling him not to, i go ahead and get him the keys to the truck. He's only had 3 beers, he's still sober enough. I need him drunk if i'm going to pull this off tonight. I see him to the door, and lock it behind him.
Finally! Alone at last! Papi quickly leaves the table and making sure John is gone, grabs me. We stand in the hall, kissing, fondling each other. I know i easily have 30 minutes before John returns. Not long enough. i sigh.
Still, i have this gorgeous man in my arms. We kiss, slowly at first, then with more force and passion. He's had 4 beers at this point, and 2 shots worth of Crown. Not drunk, but definitely feeling a little more bold and frisky than usual. I like it! He's been staring all night, and i know i've turned him on.
He pushes me back in the hall, against the wall. His hands reach under my shirt to fondle my big, soft breasts and hard nipples. I raise my shirt completely, giving him full access and a good view.
"No bra"
i tell him with a smile.
"i know, you fucking slut!"
He responds with a grin. Fucking slut... His words send chills through me, my pussy instantly wet and throbbing, longing for him. I reach down and feel his thick hard cock through his pants. Nearly panting, i immediately drop to my knees, wanting, needing this dick in my mouth.
"Not yet, you fucking whore!"
He hisses, and pulls me to my feet with a fistful hair. I moan in pleasure and pain, and he kisses me again. I move in closer, biting and licking his neck, trembling with lust. I hear him moan and grunt, and i know he wants me now more than ever. I start to lower to my knees again, and yet again he forces me to my feet.
"Please baby..."
I stammer, but he cuts me off.
"No you fucking whore. Get the fuck away from me!"
He pushes me away, toward the kitchen. I reluctantly go.
As i get closer to the fridge, i feel him behind me. I grab his strong arms and wrap them around me, and he tightens his grip, forcing me to the wall. He whispers in my ear that he knows i like it like that, and i do. His arms around me, his hands playing with my breasts, squeezing, pinching, pulling my nipples. He is rough, and i love it. He hears me moaning,
"You're such a slut"
He says, biting my neck. Kissing, sucking, biting my ear, i'm like putty in his hands. His words are lost to me as i drift into a state of pure ecstasy, his hands and mouth giving both pleasure and pain, causing my pussy to be dripping wet now.
He stops. I turn around to see a look of longing and desire on his face. I kiss him, then slowly rub my hands lower as i drop to my knees. He leaves his belt fastened, but unzips his khakis and pulls his hard dick out. I pull the skin back to find several drops of precum on the head. I lick it off. I swirl my tongue around his thick cock. Suddenly he forces my head up by the hair, pulling hard.
"Did i say you could fucking lick it, you whore!?"
"No..."
I say, trying to force my mouth closer, but he yanks my head back again.
"What??!!"
He nearly yells.
"No sir..."
i stammer,
"but i want to..."
SMACK!
