Prandom

Every April Fools Day, my best friend and I prank each other. Some years it's an over-the-top prank, but this year I figured I would get back to the basics.

It had taken me less than an hour to set up and calibrate everything. He would arrive this afternoon, as I had invited him over for dinner. He is no fool, so in order to divert his attention, I placed a false trip wire on the front walkway, and a pair of empty confetti tubes on either side of the door. As he walked in, the empty tubes would fire and he would assume the prank had failed.

That's when he would get hit by the whipped cream from above, and the last confetti cannon in the front.

It was perfect, until it wasn't.

I heard someone approaching the door, and I assumed that it was my friend. I took my position and waited to jump out at him. When the door swung open, it was my girlfriend who jumped at the sound of two empty tubes firing.

"Alyssa, wait!" I warned, emerging from my hidden spot.

Alyssa did not wait. She smiled and sauntered towards me. "Eric, I don't think your prank is..."

She was cut off as a dozen balloons filled with whipped cream fell on her head. Oops.

"Eric!" Alyssa shouted in surprise.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized, "It's meant for Leo."

The confetti cannon went off, covering Alyssa in shreds of pink paper. Alyssa blew a piece away from her mouth. In hindsight, it was very funny. Alyssa's dark hair was matted to her head by the whipped cream. Her normally dark aesthetic was vastly counteracted by the pink confetti, too.

"Eric," she said cooly. "I am going to wash this off of my face."

Her tone wasn't cold or threatening. I felt a stiffening in my sweatpants as Alyssa continued in the voice she saved for the bedroom.

"When I get out of the bathroom," she continued, "you are going to be waiting for me by the bed. You're going to help clean me up."

A smile parted my lips before I could stop it. Alyssa raised an eyebrow.

"Something funny?" Something was hilarious. As her eyebrow lifted, a blob of cream sloughed off of her face, plopping onto her ample chest. The black tank top she wore did nothing to protect her. I quickly shook my head and wiped the grin from my face. She nodded. "Good boy. Now let me get my face cleaned up."

I happily obliged.

Alyssa emerged from the bathroom having only cleaned off her face, just as she promised. Her tall heeled boots clacked against the floor, each step causing more whipped cream to fall into crevices of her body that I'd be fortunate enough to clean. The black pleated skirt that she wore swished side to side with the smooth sway of her hips. It fell a few inches above her knees, leaving enough thigh exposed to fuel my imagination.

"That was very naughty," Alyssa crooned, "covering me with your cream as I came home today."

"I'm sorry," I started, but she cut me off. Alyssa stalked towards me. She was only 5'3, but her heeled boots added another four inches. I had no idea how she managed to walk in them. Still, she was shorter than me, but the way she carried herself added another couple inches. Alyssa marched around with a confidence and swagger that I envied daily. It was almost effortless.

"Sorry for what, baby?" She teased. My girlfriend stopped inches away from me at the edge of the bed and leaned down. Her chest was lifted by a corset I'd managed to not see until now. Even now, that's not where my attention was drawn. Her cleavage was practically in my face. Alyssa put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up. "Are you enjoying the view?"

"Yes," I told her. No matter how many times I'd seen her before, I would always worship her body as if it was the first time.

"Yes, what?" Alyssa asked.

"Yes, my Queen," I amended. She nodded once in satisfaction, causing more whipped cream to fall.

"Good boy." Alyssa's voice deepened to a sensual purr. "Now, you're going to help me get cleaned up. Someone made a mess of me."

She tossed a hand towel into my lap and took a seat on the bed, her skirt settled another couple inches higher. I allowed my eyes to linger on Alyssa's legs, smooth and warm when they were wrapped around my head, my mouth positioned...

"No, no," Alyssa snapped her fingers, drawing my attention back to her smug smile. "You get a treat AFTER you've finished cleaning me up. You can start with my shoulders and work your way down."

I obeyed, picking the hand towel up from my lap and rising to my feet. Alyssa's eyes flicked down, noting the bulge raising in my pants. Her eyes returned to mine and she winked.

"Getting a little ahead of ourselves, are we?" She bit her lip, glancing down again. "On your knees."

I knelt on the carpeted floor, lifting myself enough to reach her shoulders. The bed wasn't very high, but I still had to reach up. Alyssa looked down at me, "good boy, following my directions. Keep it up and I'll give you a little something extra when you're done."

Before I could start, Alyssa shifted her legs enough to draw my attention away from my task. She crossed her legs in an exaggerated motion, opening them enough to allow me a too-brief view of what might have been black lace before placing one leg over the other.

"You're getting awfully distracted today, sweetie," she noted innocently, as if she hadn't just short-circuited my brain. "You are going to clean me up first, do you understand?"

"Yes, forgive me my Queen," I sat back, gazing up at Alyssa, who had an eyebrow raised.

"Awe, it's okay baby," she said, a note of pity in her voice. "I know you can't help it. I know it's hard for you to resist your temptations, but you're going to have to try, okay? Can you be a good little boy and behave?"

"Yes," I assured. I would try my hardest.

"Yes...?" Alyssa prompted smugly.

"Queen." I added gently, looking up at her for approval.

"And don't you forget it," she teased. "Now, hurry up. This is starting to get uncomfortable."

I did as I was told, gently running the hand towel over Alyssa's shoulders. The whipped cream had become liquidy, and wiped off with relative ease.

"Good job, sweetie." Alyssa's praise came as I wiped the last of the cream off of her shoulder. "I know you just love looking at my titties, don't you?"

Alyssa wiggled her shoulders, squeezing her boobs together in my face. The dumbstruck look on my face said enough, apparently, because my cream-covered Queen continued. "Well, today is your lucky day, although I supposed you caused this. You get to clean them off."

As she spoke, Alyssa untied her corset and peeled it away. Her chest sagged slightly, relieved from the constraint of the corset. I wiped away most of the whipped cream that had dripped over her chest with two strokes.

"Very good, sweetie," Alyssa beamed, "but it feels like I have some in my cleavage."

I went to clean her again with the towel, but she stopped me with a firm, but gentle hand.

"Oh, no, darling, you won't be needing that." Alyssa's leading tone sent sparks of excitement throughout my body. "You've done such a great job so far, I think you've earned a reward. I'll even let you look this time."

Alyssa pulled the tank top over her head. My eyes followed the bottom of the garment as it rose over her torso. Her bare stomach was interrupted by a black lace bra that had been disrupted by the removal of her top. The thin piece of fabric was all that stood between us. Alyssa's chest puffed forward as she displayed herself for my pleasure. As she promised, whipped cream speckled her chest just above the black lace, and between her boobs.

"Use your mouth this time," Alyssa ordered, and I didn't hesitate. She took her boobs in her hands and squeezed them together as I licked the whipped cream from between them.

"Mmmm, good boy," she hummed as I went to work. "I bet you dream about me taking my tits and squeezing them against you like this, don't you?"

I nodded while still buried in her chest. Her boobs were a handful in her small hands. Their smooth tender skin rubbed against my cheeks as I finished licking the whipped cream from her cleavage. I pulled away to examine my work, but she pushed back into me, planting her left boob into my face.

"I think you missed a spot, sweetie," she taunted. I kissed the skin beneath my lips, sucking gently until it was clean. "Ohhhhh very good."

I moved to the right side and licked up the rest. I found my hand rising to cup her boob, but Alyssa stopped it again. "I don't think you're ready for that, baby."

The throbbing sensation in my pants begged to differ. I looked back up at Alyssa, though, who was examining her chest.

"Hmm, perfectly done," she purred. Alyssa extended a single finger and pushed back on my chest, creating some space between us so she could stand. "Sit on the bed. Mhmm. just like I was, at the edge."

She nodded in approval as I did what she asked. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I faced Alyssa, who now stood before me.

"It feels like there's just a little left for you to clean up," she pouted. "Better make it worthwhile."

She stepped forward and put a heeled boot up on the bed next to me, pulling her skirt up her thigh. I looked back up at Alyssa in time to see her wipe some whipped cream off of her arm and splatter it onto her inner thigh.

"You did so good with your mouth already, I think you should keep using it." Alyssa opened her hip a little more so her leg was in a better position to be licked clean. She also provided me with a clear view of the low-cut black lace that barely covered her slit. The smell of her bare skin and her nearly exposed sex threatened to take control.

I ran my tongue over her thigh, lapping up the splotches of whipped cream, and intermittently kissing the soft skin underneath. Alyssa's fingers danced through my hair, guiding my head towards the spots she wanted cleaned up. Her 'mhmm's and 'good job's were the only things interrupting the sound of my tongue licking up the whipped cream as it dripped down her inner leg.

She guided me further up her leg, gently pulling me forward so I could reach. She must have pulled her skirt back for me, because I was nearly halfway up. As I worked my way further along, I unknowingly took an audible inhale, earning a chuckle from Alyssa. "You like the way I smell, do you? Well, sweetie, why don't you take a closer look?"

She moved her hand to the back of my head and firmly pressed my face into the lacey front of her panties. I grunted in surprise.

"What was that, sweetie? I can't quite hear you." Alyssa's voice sounded innocent, as though she truly wanted to know what I said.

When I opened my mouth to try to speak, she angled my head so my lips fell around her slit. Only the fragile black fabric of her panties shielded her from my kiss. The scent was intoxicating. I took another deep sniff and allowed her taste to flood my mouth. Even through the lace, I could tell she was soaked. The fabric clung to her, absorbing her excitement and gathering it for me to suck out.

"Ohhh do you like that, baby?" Alyssa cooed, a slight waver in her voice. "Be a good boy and give your Queen a kiss."

I kissed her drenched panties, running my tongue along the center and gently sucking at the fabric. I earned a gentle laugh of pleasure from Alyssa, who only pressed me to her sex with more force.

"That's enough," Alyssa ordered after a short time. She released my head and allowed me to sit back on the bed. There was a damp circle where my mouth had been affixed to her. I swallowed, savoring her fresh taste on my tongue. She turned her back to me and bent over to unzip her boots. "Enjoy the view, sweetie."

Alyssa unclasped her bra and slowly removed her boots to reveal pink fluffy socks. I couldn't muffle my chuckle. She whipped around to face me, now wearing only the socks, skirt, and panties.

"Does my choice of socks amuse you?" She mused. "They're comfortable. It's the only way I can stand to wear those boots."

When I didn't stop smiling, she added, "I'll give you something to smile about. Give me your hand."

I obliged. She took my hand, turned it palm-up and pressed it against her panties. Alyssa ground her hips against my hand, nearly penetrating herself before releasing me. She shed her skirt with her other hand and a wiggle of her hips. The panties went next, getting balled up into her hand.

"Say ahh," she commanded.

"Ahhhhmmmff," I said, mouth open. My 'ah' was disrupted as Alyssa placed her wadded up panties into my mouth.

"You seemed to like the way I taste, I thought you deserved more," Alyssa said. "Now, be the good boy that I know you can be, and lay down."

Muzzled by the nodded eagerly and reclined onto the mattress.

"There are a couple rules today, sweetie, and you are going to follow each one of them." Alyssa spoke while slowly removing my clothes. Socks first, then she unzipped my pants and pulled them off as well. "Aww, that's cute."

I lifted my head to see her pressing a finger to my boxers, where a small wet stain had appeared. Alyssa wiped it on the panties that were between my teeth.

"It looks like you already came a little," she noted. "Try to save the rest for me, okay?"

"Yes, Queen," I said, but it came out muffled.

"Perfect. Now, on to those rules," Alyssa continued, shimmying my boxers off. My cock sprang to attention, free of its prison.

"Rule number one," Alyssa started, wrapping a single finger around my shaft. "You do not cum until I tell you to."

I nodded.

"Rule number two." A second finger wrapped around. "If you think you're going to cum, tell me, or tap me twice."

I nodded.

"Rule number three." A third finger joined the first two. "I am in control. You do what I say. You've already been doing a perfect job of that."

"The last rule," she finished, wrapping her pinky around my base and meeting my eager eyes. "Your hands stay at your sides until I say otherwise. Got it?"

I placed my hands palms-down on the bed.

"Good," Alyssa purred. She ran her thumb over my tip. "Oh, and do you remember the safe word? Just in case."

I nodded, and she removed her panties from my mouth.

"What was that?" Alyssa prodded.

"I do, my Queen," I assured her.

"Perfect." Alyssa started pumping my erection at a controlled and torturously slow pace, twisting her hand as she moved. As she worked my cock, Alyssa positioned her naked body so she was sitting on one of my legs. She gave her shoulders another shake, letting her boobs take my attention.

Her nipples were erect, begging to be pinched and rolled and toyed with.

"You want to touch them, don't you," Alyssa teased. "Not yet."

She rocked back and forth on my thigh three times. "Do you feel how wet I am because of you?"

"Yes, my Queen," I nodded, resisting the urge to press my leg into her.

"If you keep behaving for me, maybe you'll be able to feel it squeezing around your rock hard cock." Alyssa's sultry tone tested my willpower. "You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? Burying your obedient dick deep inside your Queen?"

I nodded again.

"Mmmm alright," hummed Alyssa. "Let's see if you can earn it. Remember, you're not to cum until I tell you to. Now, I'm going to sit just like this, and you are not going to penetrate me."

Alyssa repositioned so that her knees straddled my waist and she was practically squatting over my cock. I could feel her warmth on my tip. One tiny move...

"No, no, sweetie," Alyssa read my mind. She leaned forward to kiss me, the movement brushing my tip against her slit. Alyssa's tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth.

"Good job, you even kept your hands at your sides," Alyssa praised. "Here's your reward."

She angled her hips down, allowing my tip to enter her for a brief moment before returning to her original position. I shuddered as pleasure shot through my body. She reached down and buried two of her fingers inside of herself, her eyes rolling back for a moment before withdrawing. I found those same fingers inside of my own mouth a second later.

"What a good boy you are, you started sucking them before I even asked," Alyssa said proudly. "Keep going, lick my taste off of those fingers."

I did, savoring every drop of her sweetness. To my dismay, Alyssa got off of me.

"You're going to suck my tit now," she told me as she laid on her back. She cupped her right boob, presenting it for me. "Come here."

I crawled up her body, feral for another taste. I kissed her boob, circling around her nipple while she ran her fingers through my hair. Alyssa took my other hand and placed it on her opposite boob, kneading it between my fingers. I moved to her nipple, gently closing my lips around it and sucking like a baby.

"Yesss," Alyssa moaned softly, "that's exactly what I wanted. You're so good, sweetie."

My tongue flicked at her nipple causing Alyssa to moan again.

"That's it baby," she encouraged. "Just a little longer."

I felt Alyssa's chest heave as she tried to control her breathing. She pushed me to the side so I was on my back again.

"Enough," she said, voice under control. "Hands back on the bed. Good. I think you've earned this."

Alyssa lowered herself until her face was inches away from my cock. I closed my eyes and bunched the sheets in my hands as I felt her tongue slowly work up my cock from base to tip. She placed a gentle kiss at the tip and licked again, this time following with her hand.

"Remember what I said about not cumming?" Alyssa looked up at me, my cock firmly in her hand. I nodded.

"I remember, my Queen." I could only hope that I would have enough control.

"Good boy," she cooed, crawling up my body just as I'd done to her. She stopped when the tip of my cock rested just above her slit, placing a knee next to my hip and sitting up. She mounted me with swift precision, sliding my cock into her warm sex. I moaned, exhaling completely as she drew small circles with her hips, sliding further down my shaft. "I think halfway is enough for now, don't you?"

"Yes...Queen..." I managed. Alyssa was tight, her warmth wrapping around my cock which only slid so freely due to her own excitement. She lifted and circled herself back down, halfway. Again and again, a wet squishing sound coming from her with every motion.

"Ohhh," she hummed. "I don't know if you can handle more, can you? Is my good boy getting ready to cum?"

My cock was throbbing, and I felt the familiar tightness in my balls as Alyssa sat further onto me.

"I can, my Queen," I promised. "I can take more."

She tsked and impaled herself the rest of the way, dancing on my lap while I was buried deep inside of her. She was right. I was breathless, so I tapped her leg twice. Alyssa gave me a knowing grin.

"Hmm, it looks like I was right, wasn't I?" Alyssa crooned as she rose off of my cock. I nodded, but that wasn't good enough for her. "No, no, I want to hear you say it."

"My Queen, you were right," I managed as my cock slid out of her.

"About what," she gloated.

"I couldn't handle it yet," I explained. "I'm sorry my Queen."

Alyssa crawled further up my body until her slick sex was positioned just above my mouth. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming.

"It's okay, sweetie," she promised. "I knew what I was doing. You can make it up to me now. Stick out your tongue."

I did, and Alyssa sat gently on it. Her addicting taste filled my mouth again as she danced on my tongue. Side to side, back and forth, it was all I could do to keep up. My tongue glided along her slit and her moaning intensified.

"You're such a good boy down there," she breathed, "licking your Queen's tight, wet pussy"

She ground her hips against me at 'tight' and 'wet', driving my tongue inside of her briefly. Her moans intensified.

"Ohhh yeah, keep going sweetie," Alyssa moaned. "Make your Queen cum all over your tongue. Mhmmmmm, be a good boy and suck my clit."