Chapter 4-Laura's Favor
"Are you sure?" "I mean, you don't owe me anything; having you here was a treat in and of itself," Jonas said, sitting still in his chair.
As he argued against getting a blowjob, she looked at him with an expression that said more than words; she could have yelled, "Are you an idiot?"
"Would you just shut up and let me do this, Jonas?" She asked. She stated harshly, followed by a gentle laugh that made her saliva-covered chest jiggle slightly; the movement was barely noticeable as her small breasts held their shape firmly; there was no risk of sagging anytime soon. Jonas didn't mind a little sag, but he could appreciate the beauty of her small breasts staying in place without a bra in most situations.
He scooted forward in his chair and mumbled an apology as she continued to fumble around for his zipper.
She continued, "Yeah, well," she said as her small hands deftly unzipped his fly. "I know this is our first date, but I like you and figured why not," she said, possibly embarrassed by her aggressiveness in her female version of post-nut clarity.
"You're not..." Jonas came to a halt as she undid the button on his pants, releasing the final hold that his hard member had been subjected to. His bulge practically jumped out of its confinement and stood erect against the black satin boxers he was wearing, the boxers having little to no control over it on their own.
"Well damn," she said, her blue-green gaze fixed on the cock between them. "That's nice, Jonas. "Good for you," she said, giving him a sly thumbs up.
"What exactly were you saying?" She grinned at him, dragging out time to watch him squirm.
He went on, trying not to show his growing desperation now that only his satin boxers stood between him and her. "I was saying."
It's not necessary to defend yourself to me. You girls love sex as much as we do. "You can't go around slut-shaming people." He said.
She gave him a short frown, then smiled and said, "Right, my friend, those are wise words." She complimented him. She reached out with her right hand to grab the top of his boxers. Jonas had been perspiring profusely, and the thought that he might smell unpleasant had crossed his mind for a split second. Laura may or may not have cared as her hand slid down from above and she slowly and deliberately locked her fingers around his cock, giving it a small squeeze, before simply using the grasp to pull him out of his boxers, revealing his 18 cm of pulsating hard cock. His foreskin, which was intact as was the case with most Europeans, was already halfway pulled back as a result of his full erection.
He was throbbing in her hand, and the touch of her soft hand almost made him climax right there and then. Only his determination and the ever-helpful advice of flexing his thigh muscles kept him from immediately spraying his seeds all over Laura.
Laura was mesmerized by his manhood and grinned as the touch caused pre-cum to ooze from his cock.
"Well, here we go," she says quietly, leaning forward on her knees and leaning over his legs. She smiled as she pulled back the foreskin, looking up at his face one last time. She let out a soft breath of air that teased the tip of his cock and sent shivers up his spine as she slipped his pre-cum soaked cock between her lips and took him into her mouth.
Laura held the tip of Jonas' cock in her mouth and chuckled slightly as he struggled to control his squirming in response to the sensation. He looked down over her back, unsure if he could keep his climax from exploding if he looked at her face and saw himself inside her mouth. He tried to concentrate on the curve of her back, the outline of her vertebrae against it, and the tiniest hint of muscles in her waist—anything to take his attention away from her. Laura drew him back to what she was doing as he felt the velvety varm sensation of her tongue doing a lap over the tip of his glans, tasting and sucking away at the pre-cum that was oozing from the tip of his cock inside her mouth.
She put her right hand up and pulled on his boxers and pants, which made them fall and show his private parts. His heavy, well-trimmed testicles popped free from the movement. Laura reached for them with her left hand, gently cupping them as her tongue danced over his glans. The soft prelude seemed to last forever, but with a deep breath in through her nose, she finally lowered her mouth properly over his cock. The tip was already in. Her forward motion took a third, half, and then two-thirds of his shaft into her mouth until Jonas felt the tip of his cock press against the back of her throat.
Laura let out a slight gagging sound before pulling back, the tip of his cock briefly resting on her tongue before moving forward and taking him deeper into her mouth once more. a motion she repeated a few times with soft vibrating moans, pausing every time his head poked against the back of her throat.
She looked up at him, her eyes searching before finally settling on him. She paused, staring at him intently, before taking another deep breath in through her nose and taking him in again with a slow, deliberate forward thrust. He hit the back of her throat, and then Jonas felt himself pass by as she began swallowing, and he felt his entire length and girth disappear inside her mouth and down her throat with surprising ease. Laura deep-throated him, her lips reaching down to the base of his cock, the effort causing strained sounds and vibrating moans against his shaft.
She held him for a few seconds before releasing him, his cock ejecting with a soft wet pop from her mouth. She kept her gaze fixed on him the entire time. "Down my throat or on my face?" she asks. Jonas almost didn't hear the question; his primitive brain wanted the feeling to keep going. He looked at her for a few seconds before finally responding. "On your face, I want to see you covered in my cum," he replied.
She gave him a wicked grin and nodded, sitting back on her hunches and signaling with her hand that she wanted him to come stand in front of her.
He did so, his cock erect as a log and gleaming with her saliva. She reached up and wrapped her hand around her shaft, leaning back to hover a few centimeters in front of his cock as she stroked him.
"Tell me when," she instructed him softly. She sat, ready to receive, still staring at him.
Laura didn't have to stroke for long; she knew what she was doing, and the pressure of her jerking was just right. She began slowly but quickly increased her speed, being careful not to pull too hard on the skin as she jerked him off right in front of her face. Her free hand moved up once more to cup the balls and gently massage them.
Jonas was sweating a lot, which made the smell of sex and bodies even stronger. He had closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation, but they quickly opened again, and he looked at her face. "Now," he said quietly, giving her just enough time to close her eyes before his cock began pulsing and the first, thick rope of cum landed on her face. He moaned loudly. If anyone had been near the door, they would have heard his moan and Laura's heavy breaths of excitement as she felt the warm seed hit her face. The first rope of cum was followed by a second, a third, and finally a fourth, smaller one, before only small droplets remained, leaking from the tip of his cocked and down onto the sheet at Laura's knees.
Laura carefully opened one eye. His sperm got stuck in the lashes of the eye she opened, and she just grinned at him. She leaned forward and carefully inserted the tip of his cock into her mouth, licking up any remaining droplets of cum, teasing him in his post-orgasm sensitivity with the tip of her tongue, and applying a tiny bit of suction to tease out any remnants that might linger within the slit of his sensitive glans. She knew exactly what she was doing and why she was doing it. As he became flaccid in her mouth, she popped it out and smiled at him, her face still covered in his sweat, which had begun to run and drip down her cheeks to her breast, stomach, and floor.
"Take a picture; it's my gift to you," she insists. She stared at her, her head tilted back to keep the tears from running down her cheeks. He didn't need to be asked twice as he fumbled with his pants, which were still down around his feet, and fished out his phone, pointing the camera at her. Under the cum mask, she smiled, one hand under her cheek catching a stray droplet and posing. She thrust her chest forward, her small breasts drenched in saliva and the cum that had run down her face. He photographed the entire scene, using the mess they had made on the floor as a backdrop. He was taken aback that she had asked him to do this. She had no way of knowing if he was trustworthy, but there is no accounting for kinks, he reasoned.
Proudly, she joked, "Now we have made art," but her tone seemed to contain an undercurrent of sincerity.
"Get me something to wipe this off with," she said as she moved a finger to her face and scooped some of his cum onto her index finger, putting it in her mouth to suck on.
"I enjoy swallowing your gift, but I can't consume it all," she says, wiping her eye with the back of her hand, trying to remove it from her lashes without rubbing it in.
He did as instructed. He pulled up his pants, his cock mostly clean from her licking, closed them back up, and went to get another sheet, which he handed to her to clean herself.
She finished cleaning herself up and stood up, examining the mess they had made, her hand moving down to explore her own crotch and the wetness that had formed on her pants, which were already mostly dry from the time that had passed between her getting herself up and getting him off.
"Shall we go?" She inquires as if they had not only done everything but actually penetrated. Her shirt was back on, and the soiled sheets were tucked away in the back. "I'll be back for those later," she said to him as she hid them.
