It was Friday night, two days after my heavenly evening at Nicki's feet. At work she had hardly acknowledged me which was disappointing but understandable given her engagement status with Ben. She'd warned me that she would never jeopardize her relationship with him even if she was curious about the extras I could provide. It was something I had no intention of interfering with. I was just happy that she let me adore her in the way I craved.
Her text flashed up on my phone just as I was leaving the house to meet up with my friend Jon for a late night showing of the last three Star Wars movies back to back. The tickets had been like gold dust and since Jon was a massive Star Wars nerd he'd been working on a costume for weeks. I'm not as obsessive as him but I'd still been looking forward to the special showing. Now it looked like I was going to have to skip out on Jon and the movies.
"Get over here cuntlicker!" read her text.
Four words that instantly made my heart palpitate and my face burn. I could even feel a stirring in my loins. She'd never called me that before. In fact I'd never even heard her say the word cunt before. She was usually extremely demure in public and even in private when I'd brought her to multiple orgasms I'd hardly heard her swear before. Something was up.
Five minutes later I was in an Uber on my way to her. I called Jon and broke the bad news to him that I wouldn't be joining him at the movie showing. He was completely pissed at me and screamed a few choice insults down the phone. I finally persuaded him that a mysterious sickness had taken hold and that I didn't want to puke all over his precious costume. Before he could wonder why I was in a car I ended the call and sat back to think through what might be in store. The message made it pretty clear what she wanted and it had left me feeling hot in anticipation. I was still puzzled by the urgency but hopefully that would become obvious soon enough.
The Uber reached her street and, as before, I got out some distance away from her door and walked the rest. She buzzed me in as soon as I pressed and I bounded up the stairs two at a time. The door was ajar when I arrived so I entered, closing it behind me and putting on the security chain. I didn't know whether Ben had a key to her flat or not but I didn't like the idea of him barging in on us unexpectedly. Unless he was already here I thought, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat. That was something I wasn't looking forward to in the slightest.
I pass through into the living room. The small dining table looked like it had been set for two people with unlit candles in the centre and napkins set neatly beside placemats and a single wine glass. An empty bottle of wine stood at one end of the table with a second half full beside it. The other glass was in Nicki's hand: she looked very drunk. She lay sprawled on the couch where I had eaten her delicious pussy two nights before. She wore a gorgeous black cocktail dress that fitted her curves perfectly and stopped just a few inches below her waist to reveal black stockinged legs. Her hair had been styled into waves but it looked like during the course of the evening she had run her fingers through it repeatedly and it was in some disarray. The heavy run makeup around her eyes showed that she had spent at least part of the night crying.
Luckily there was no sign of Ben. As I entered, she looked up at me with an unfocused stare.
"Cuntlicker!" she called, with a grin, raising her glass.
"Hello Nicki," I said carefully. Calling me that name filled me with desire but I felt that in her drunken state she wouldn't be making good decisions. The best thing would be for me to get her to bed to sleep it off.
"That's Ms Nicki to you," she said with the best stern voice she could manage in her state. "Cuntlickers need to show some respect."
"Yes Ms Nicki," I corrected myself. "Do you think it's time you went to bed? You've had a lot to drink."
"No," she said in a confused voice, "I want you to get over here and lick my cunt."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"I'm not asking you cuntlicker, I'm telling you to get on your knees and get your face in my pussy. I need to cum."
"Ms Nicki you've had a lot to drink. I don't want you to regret this in the morning."
"The only thing I'll regret is ever thinking that bastard gave a damn about me!"
"You mean Ben?" I asked, hopefully.
"Who else?" she asked. "He was supposed to come over tonight and fuck my brains out but his stupid rugby buddies had other ideas. They're probably jerking one another off in the pub right now!"
I laughed.
"It's not funny," she scolded, "I'm so fucking horny I need to get off tonight and that's where you come in."
She lifted up the hem of her black cocktail dress to reveal a pair of lace panties. Her hand slid inside and I could see her fingering herself. After a few seconds she removed her hand and held out two fingers towards me. They glistened with her juices. I almost imagined that I could smell them even though I was ten feet away from her. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I knew they would end up in my mouth, it was inevitable now.
I walked slowly towards her and knelt down when I reached her hand. Now I could smell the juices for real. They were ripe and strong telling me that she had been turned on for a long time.
She stared at me intently, waiting for the moment.
With my hands on my knees I leaned forward and took her fingers into my mouth tasting her incredible juices. I sucked greedily on her fingers and as I looked over I could see that she was grinning widely. She took the fingers out and slipped them back into her panties to pick up more glistening nectar. I sucked them into my mouth as deeply as I could, swirling my tongue around to scoop up every drop. She pushed her fingers in and out of my mouth obscenely.
She pulled her hand away and pointed one finger at me.
"What do you want?" she asked naughtily.
"I want to taste more of you," I replied breathlessly.
"Ms Nicki!" she reminded me.
