Vanessa was done with Oscar. She knew it. He just didn't know it yet. She thought he was a beautiful man, but he was selfish. He was cheap. He was a self obsessed narcissist.
She required no further convincing of his bad character. Not after last weekend when she had gone to his condo for a barbecue. She had taken extra time with her hair. She had shaved her legs, trimmed her pubes, and dressed in her sexiest top and shorts. She loved barbecue and was hoping to get lucky after dinner. That's what she told herself but what she really wanted was to fuck his brains out. When she got there Oscar was sitting on the couch watching football. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He looked good when she sat down next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. She wanted to touch him.
"Are you watching the Chargers?" she asked.
"Nah, Ravens. Chargers game hasn't started yet."
Vanessa thought this might be a good opportunity to get laid because she knew Oscar was a big Chargers fan. That was the game he was waiting for. That was the game he wanted to watch. She slid her hand down on his chest and rubbed his nipples as he watched the TV, engrossed in the game. When he leaned forward to grab his beer she let her hand slide down and rest on his crotch. He wasn't hard, but neither was he limp. She figured that situation was rectifiable. She slid her hand under the elastic waistband of his shorts. He was going commando tonight and she smiled as she began, gently, massaging his dick. He started to grow and stiffen. Soon he noticed what she was doing.
"Damn, Vanessa," he said, "feeling a little frisky?" He lifted his hips off the couch and pushed his shorts down to his knees then sat back down. His dick lay against his leg. "There ya go, knock yourself out" he said.
She smiled and took off her top, she leaned over and rubbed her tits on his dick, she wanted him hard so she lifted his cock and licked his balls. She spent some time sucking his balls and he was developing some serious wood. His hand had snaked over her back and he cradled her right breast. He squeezed her boob once during a play where the Ravens picked up 25 yards. She had been paying attention to his cock, not the game but he told her, "did you see that, baby? It was perfect they picked up 25!"
She took the head of his dick in her mouth and began moving her tongue in circles around it. She liked Oscar's cock. She liked the way it curved upwards when he was hard. She liked how hard it got. She didn't mind that it wasn't all that big - it was big enough for her. It was only Oscar who seemed a little insecure about the size.
Without any warning or sign that he was going to do so, he pushed her head down hard on his dick and started spurting cum. Warm, salty spunk was shooting into her mouth; lots of it. With a lot of force behind it. She lapped it up, swallowing every drop. She loved to make him cum but she was a bit disappointed that he had done it so quickly today. He pushed her back up on the couch, stood, and pulled his shorts back up. Then he plopped his butt down again, next to her. He said, "Baby, I didn't get to the store so we don't have anything to put on the grill. Why don't you put your shirt back on and run get us some burgers. There should be a twenty on the entry way table. I wanna watch the rest of this game."
"Really?" she asked. She had been hoping for some reciprocal sex from him but it seemed that wasn't on his radar.
