Hey gang, just realised I kind of forgot to do a proper preamble to this story. It's not going to be particularly ambitious or complicated - let's just enjoy the back and forth and see how Siobhan deals with someone who clearly has her all figured out. What sort of connection will bloom? Who's to say...
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"Mmmmm..." Bella intoned softly, her vibrating mouth still wrapped around Siobhan's thick member. Lifting her head, she let her lips pop clean off the end of the shaft, grinning with self-satisfaction as she did so. "Yummy. That's the sort of cock I could be convinced to suck again." Licking her lips, she captured one stray drop of semen that had slipped out the corner of her mouth. Other than that sole reminder of Siobhan's shattering climax, there was no evidence to be seen. Bella's mouth was clean and empty, a fact she seemed smugly proud of as she stuck her tongue out at Siobhan.
"Again...?" Siobhan hated how much that one word thrilled her.
"Not tonight," Bella added with a smirk. "I think I've spoiled you quite enough." Standing up and stretching luxuriously, she reached for her discarded clothes and began getting dressed again.
"W-wait!" Siobhan struggled to sit up on her elbows, her cock still slick with Bella's spit even as she felt it slowly deflating, sated. "You're not leaving?"
Bella raised an eyebrow as she clipped her bralette back on, before shaking out the little black dress she'd tossed aside earlier. "I got what I wanted. Besides, I wouldn't think you're in a position to complain either. You ever cum that hard before?"
A deep breath. A moment of inner conflict. "...No," she admitted. "I think my soul left my body."
"There you go, then," Bella said, shimmying the tight dress down her perfect, slender body. "Well done for being honest, though. As a reward... here." Fishing out a slim silver iPhone from her purse, she unlocked it and tossed it lightly onto Siobhan's chest. "Put your number in. I'll call you if I feel like it."
Siobhan scowled as she managed to sit up, grabbing the phone before it slid off her chest. "For what, a booty call with no booty?" Still, she punched her number in and saved it to contacts, before handing it back.
"Don't tell me you're dissatisfied after the fact?" Bella teased, stowing her phone and glancing around the room. Spotting her shoes by the door, she picked her way across to put them on. "Tut tut, Siobhan. I thought we were getting somewhere with you! Do you not want me to call?"
Flushing red, Siobhan averted her gaze and mumbled, "I-I didn't say that."
"Good. So, here's the deal. Take it or leave it. I'll call you when I want you. Could be tomorrow, could be next month."
Biting her lip in no small frustration, Siobhan acquiesced. "Right." She'd had girls who played hard to get before, but Bella gave her the feeling she wouldn't be able to push her luck. She'd play along if it meant she got to feel that mouth again - or more.
"Oh, and one more thing. If you can keep
this
thing in your pants until I call, I'll give you a special treat," Bella said archly, reaching down to give one last, flirtatious stroke to Siobhan's flaccid cock, which now lay mostly flat between her thick thighs.
Siobhan gasped at Bella's touch as much as her words. "Wait, what do you mean?"
One animated eyebrow quirked upwards. "Quite simple, really. If you hold back from cumming until I get my hands on you again, I'll make it the most mind-blowing orgasm you've ever had. That means no sex, no masturbating, nothing."
"You can't tell me what to do," Siobhan objected, stumbling to her feet and tugging her pants up indignantly over her soft, round ass.
Bella shrugged airily. "You're right, I'd never dream of it. You're free to do as you like, of course. I don't own you..." A silent 'yet' hovered in the air between them as she paused. "But if you do as I say, I'll make it worth your while."
Gnawing on her lower lip, Siobhan narrowed her eyes as she searched for something, anything to say. Eventually she settled on, "...So you're leaving now? Not going to stay a bit longer?"
"That's right!" Bella said brightly, slipping her phone back into her purse and quickly checking her hair and makeup in Siobhan's grimy mirror. Somehow, she displayed not a trace of the sticky mess she'd made of Siobhan's cock just minutes earlier. Whatever lip liner she was using, Siobhan needed one. "I got what I need, you got what
you
needed, and we have an arrangement for next time. What else is there? You wanna cuddle?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement at the sour look Siobhan gave her.
Groaning, Siobhan flopped back down onto her bed, waving her hand dismissively. "Fine. I get it. You're not one to get too friendly too fast." For reasons she couldn't quite articulate, even to herself, Bella was starting to piss her off. Although she
had
just sucked her soul out through her dick... "Bah! You remember the way out, or do you want me to walk you down?"
Bella offered another smile as she turned to leave, this one a slight measure gentler. "It's fine. I stayed here in my first year too. I know my way around."
That caught Siobhan's attention, and she almost forgot to be grumpy. "Wait, you're older than me? No way."
The little brunette shrugged again, the door handle half-turned. "I graduated a year ago. I only came out tonight for a bit of nostalgia, honestly. Didn't expect a what, eighteen-year-old futa to start grinding up on me like that."
Siobhan flushed red for what felt like the thousandth time last night. "I turn nineteen in a few months!" she protested.
"Aww! You're a real big girl, then! Eighteen and three-quarters!" Bella giggled, putting on the same exaggerated tone one would use with a particularly precocious four-year-old. "But anyway, I have to get to my grown-up job in the morning, so I'll be taking my leave. This was fun, sweetie. Remember the deal - I'll call you when I have time. Ta-ta now!" And just like that, she was gone, the door snapping quietly shut behind her, leaving only a faint whiff of her floral perfume.
Siobhan sat in silence. She blinked slowly, taking a deep, shuddery breath and trying to piece together what had just happened. Her normal hookups took a very predictable pattern. Go to a student bar, find a pretty girl. Dance with her, figure out whether she's cool with futas (if not, return to step one). Bring her home, make out for a bit, shock her with the size of her cock (preening optional), blowjob or similar foreplay, then roll on an XXL condom and rail her till she screams. Fall asleep exhausted and sticky, wake up all gross and take a shower together. Probably fuck again in the bathroom. Send her home, apologise to floormates. Rinse and repeat the following weekend.
Bella... had thrown a wrench in those plans.
She hadn't let Siobhan kiss or even touch her.
She hadn't seemed particularly awed by her size, merely appreciative.
And she'd made Siobhan cum from oral alone. That wasn't unheard of, but it had never been so fast or so... draining. Normally, she could finish two or three times throughout a session. Right now, however, she honestly didn't think she could even get hard again if she tried. Convincing Bella to stay would have wound up being more embarrassing than letting her leave.
Sighing, she picked herself up from her bed and crossed to the same mirror that Bella had just used. Though it was a worn, scratched old thing provided by the college like all her other furnishings, it sufficed to show Siobhan a view of herself head to toe. She had been a farm girl all her life, a fact anyone could tell at a glance from her broad shoulders, stocky torso and six-foot frame. Some less-than-kind acquaintances even dared to call her mannish, despite the tumbling locks of voluminous red hair and, perhaps more importantly, her large chest.
It wasn't as if she wasn't happy with her tits. She was huge both above and below, and when she got naked with someone smaller, it filled her with a rush of pride to see the contrast. But when she was out and about, she found it more comfortable to wear clothes that were a bit more neutral. Her favourite jeans - the ones she wore now - made her butt look fantastic, and the black-and-white striped t-shirt was... a little tight, but otherwise didn't draw too much attention to her endowment.
Forcibly dragging herself out of her depressingly narcissistic fugue, Siobhan sighed and mimed a slap towards the mirror.
Pull yourself together, girl. She didn't leave because she thought you were ugly - she would never have come home with you in the first place!
Slapping her freckled cheeks to wake herself up, Siobhan took a deep, refreshing breath and reached for her makeup remover. A hot shower, then bed, that was what she needed. Maybe she'd even make it to that 8am lecture.
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The next day, Siobhan woke with the fiercest morning wood she'd ever experienced.
"Fuck..." Siobhan groaned sleepily, kicking the blanket aside to assess the powerful ache building in her nether region. The loose boxers she used as pyjamas were tented viciously, their flimsy cotton straining to contain the bulk of her bulging cock. As she rolled onto her back, the waistband even lifted up a little, giving her a glance at her own swollen member, clearly recovered and ready to go after last night. Smiling blearily, she glanced across at her alarm clock.
"Yeah... I've got time," she mumbled, reaching down to shimmy her boxers down her thick, smooth thighs. Her cock bounced out, apparently glad to be free as it reached for the ceiling, eleven thick, immense inches of girldick that pulsed gently in the morning sunlight that leaked through her curtains.
It wasn't unusual for Siobhan to masturbate every day. While she only had so much time (and money) for going out to clubs or bars to hook up, jerking off had been a favourite pastime of hers ever since she'd figured out what it was. Teenage hormones had obviously played a part in that, she reflected as she wrapped both hands around her cock, letting out a sweet sigh of relief as the hot, thick shaft settled between her palms. Still, she had a feeling it wasn't normal to be
quite
this horny all the time.
It was manageable, though, which was all that mattered. Wriggling back down into the warm nest of her tangled sheets, Siobhan let her imagination wander as she pleasured herself. She felt her balls twitch between her thighs as she warmed herself up. There was something delightfully naughty about this being the very first thing she did after waking, and the thought spurred her on. Slowly, she ran her hands up and down her length, squeezing gently and watching the thick, stretched skin of her cock shifting subtly as she tugged on it. The manicure tipping her long, strong fingers was faded and chipping, she noticed absently.
