The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Marcus had been joking around, trying to lighten the mood after a long day of heavy lifting. They had just finished moving the last piece of furniture into their new home when Marcus had offered Peter money. When Peter refused, Marcus had suggested they go out for drinks or hit up a strip club.
Peter had laughed awkwardly, shaking his head. "No, no, I don't need any more sexual aggravation from places like that."
That's when Marcus had gotten that mischievous glint in his eye. "Why a stripper when my gorgeous wife is here?" Peter couldn't believe his ears.
Alisha had frozen, her brain refusing to process what she'd just heard. Did he just suggest I...? Her mind reeled as she replayed the moment, trying to convince herself she'd misheard him. But no, there was no mistaking it. Marcus had openly suggested she provide sexual favors to their friend as a thank-you gift. Even as a joke she thought this was dickish. She has grown tired of Marcus' toxic masculinity. She thought she was making progress with him, but this was a step back.
"What the hell Marcus?" She yelled. "I'm just saying," Marcus replied, his tone playful, "he helped us for four hours. That would've cost us a lot of money if we hired movers. Couldn't you just... you know... show him some appreciation?" Then he laughed saying he wasn't serious
Alisha stared at him, her mind racing. He wasn't serious but he was such a pig for saying it. She glanced at Peter, who was fidgeting nervously on the couch.
She looked at Peter who shaking his head like he was apologizing for her husband. Alisha felt a strange mix of fury and yet power come over her. Ok, she thought. I'm going to do this to put Marcus in his place for his mouth. She says "You know Peter I do owe you a thank you but me stripping isn't it" He nodded in agreement. She then said "How about a blowjob?" Peter's eyes went as wide as saucers. Marcus was speechless. She knelt down in front of him, her movements deliberate, unhurried. Peter shifted awkwardly on the couch, his hands gripping the edge tightly.
"Relax, Peter," she said calmly, though her heart was pounding in her chest. "I'm not going to bite... unless you want me to." Peter looked to Marcus and he was as shocked as he was, but Marcus just shrugged his shoulders giving the go ahead to his friend.
Peter let out a nervous laugh, but his face was flushed, and his breathing was uneven. Alisha reached out, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants. Slowly, she began to slide them down, revealing the bulge beneath. She wasn't expecting anything exciting. He was only 5'8 compared to Marcus 6'1 and she just assumed subconsciously those things were correlated.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Peter, what the fuck! Your soft and this thing is like 6 inches and thick!"
Marcus, who had been sitting quietly, watching the scene unfold, suddenly looked like he'd swallowed his tongue. His face went pale, and he stammered, "That's... that's enough, Alisha. He's not... this isn't..."
"Shut it, Marcus," Alisha snapped, not taking her eyes off Peter. "This was your idea. You don't get to back out now." She knew his size was going to make this fun for her digging into Marcus' ego and honestly the challenge in front of her. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. Peter let out a shaky breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "It... it might take a minute to get hard."
Alisha smirked, her lips curling into a half-smile. "Don't worry, Peter. I'm patient. You get much bigger I'm in uncharted territory. Marcus, this is is fun honey, I'm glad you recommended Play with Peter" Marcus had lost all color in his face.
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As she slid her mouth over the head of his cock, Alisha couldn't help but marvel at how quickly her feelings had shifted. One moment, she was furious with Marcus for even suggesting her strip. The next, she was kneeling in front of Peter, her lips wrapped around his surprisingly sizable member.
Peter's hands found her hair, gently cradling her head as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, teasing him, driving him closer to the edge. She could feel him growing harder, longer, thicker with every movement.
"Oh God," Peter muttered, his voice strained. "Alisha... you don't have to..."
"Shh," she whispered, pulling back to look up at him. "I want to."
Her words were sincere, though her motivations were still muddled. Part of her was proving a point to Marcus, showing him that she wasn't his puppet to control. Another part of her was genuinely curious--curious about Peter, about his size, about the way he tasted, about the way her own body responded to the situation.
With renewed determination, she ducked back down, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her throat relaxed, allowing her to take a lot of him in one smooth motion. Peter's hips jerked involuntarily, and he groaned loudly, his hands tightening in her hair.
"Fuck, Alisha," he breathed, his voice cracking. "You're... oh God...no woman has taken that much of me"
Behind them, Marcus watched, his expression a mix of envy and disbelief. He had known Peter for years, and he'd never once suspected that his friend was packing anything remotely close to this. The realization made him squirm uncomfortably in his seat.
Alisha, however, was too absorbed in the moment to notice. Her focus was entirely on Peter, on the way his cock throbbed in her mouth, on the way his hands trembled as they gripped her hair. She could feel him getting closer, his breathing growing heavier, his groans louder.
"Peter, is this good for you?" Alisha's voice was sultry, teasing as she glanced up at him, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. Her lips were slick with saliva, still wrapped around the head of his massive cock, which now stood at a full eight inches, rigid and pulsing with life. She could feel it throbbing against her tongue, demanding more of her attention.
Peter's breath hitched, his hands trembling as they hovered above her head, unsure where to place them. "Y-yes," he stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of the situation. "It's... amazing."
Alisha chuckled softly, her gaze shifting to Marcus, who stood nearby, his face pale but his own erection straining against the front of his pants. She pulled off Peter's cock with a wet pop, leaving it glistening in the dim light of the room. "You hear that, Marcus?" she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Your friend here thinks I'm amazing."
Marcus swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he looked from Alisha to Peter and back again. His cheeks flushed, but there was an unmistakable bulge in his pants that betrayed his true feelings. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Alright, alright," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "Let's not get too carried away."
Alisha rolled her eyes, standing up on her knees and smoothing her dress over her thighs. "Too late for that," she retorted, her tone sharp but playful. "Besides, I think we all know how much you're enjoying this, darling." She nodded toward his crotch, where his erection was clearly visible through the fabric.
Marcus's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his hands instinctively going to cover himself. "I--what? No, I'm just... this is awkward, okay?"
"Awkward?" Alisha repeated, feigning innocence. "Or exciting?" She smirked, leaning forward slightly as if to peer even closer at his crotch. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're very excited."
Marcus groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Alisha, come on--"
"Both of you, stand up," she interrupted, her voice firm but calm. There was no room for argument in her tone.
Reluctantly, Marcus and Peter obeyed, their faces a mix of confusion and anticipation. Alisha watched as they awkwardly shuffled into position, their cocks now level with each other. She reached out, grabbing first Peter's thick shaft and then Marcus's average one, positioning them side by side.
