Brooke's twenty-first birthday night out is made more interesting when her bitchy friend dares her to hit on a suave stranger. The man in question is seductive English businessman and all-round bastard Gavin McClain. Now stripped on all fours in his hotel room, Brooke is about to have a birthday celebration she'll never forget.
Heart in mouth along with her tights, Brooke started towards him in a nervous prowl. She wondered if his gaze was lingering more on her suspended tits or on the slope of her back. The commands had stopped and there was silence now from the stereo. God she wanted to open her eyes, look on her imminent future. Was he still seated casually on the bed, or had he stood up in expectation? Would she find him on her arrival towering over her?
The answer came quickly. She had not crawled half a dozen paces before a broad hand laid itself on her forehead and halted her. Gavin's sudden proximity stole her breath and tensed her body. "Sit up," he told her, and she obeyed like a good little doggie, panting to match. "Stay right there and keep those eyes shut. Don't you move a muscle." Like she had anywhere to go ... She knelt with her hands resting lightly on her bare thighs, scared of and craving what was next. Two fingers pincered into her stuffed mouth. "Open that pretty mouth wide. And keep it open."
The sodden ball of netting was extracted deftly, leaving her mouth vacant and ready. Gavin's hand closed to the back of Brooke's head and guided her where she'd known she was going—onto hard pulsing cock-flesh. She had to widen her lips to get him in. Then her mouth was full with the hot and salty head of Gavin's erection. His hand moved to grip her jaw, tilting back her head.
"You can look now." She opened her eyes and looked all the way up, over the wall of his hard stomach and his rock-hewn chest to where he stared down upon her. Stared, and
photographed
. Her eyes widened as they were caught in the flash. "It's okay," he said. "This is
your
phone. A memento. Look how well it's come out."
He flipped her iPhone around so she could see what he saw—a naked slut with hooped earrings and wide-staring eyes, her lipstick-painted mouth stretched in a capital O around one huge trunk of a cock. The hand caressing her jaw made the situation very clear. This slut was owned.
"Now that's one pretty birthday-girl," Gavin said, his features calm although his dick was bulging huge. "Apologies in advance for smudging the effect. Unless of course that mascara is run-proof. Shall we see?"
Oh god!
She was bracing herself for his experiment when her phone buzzed in his hand. He checked the read-out and smiled. "Expecting a celebratory call from your dad?" Her face scorched in mortification and he laughed. "I'm playing with you again, Brooke. It's your friend Kimber. Like to chat? No doubt she's worried about you."
She pleaded 'no' with her eyes, but he ignored her, clicking to receive the call and holding the cell phone to her ear. His thoughtfully withdrawn cock made a soft 'plop' as it left her mouth.
"Oh, so you've decided we're worth replying to, lady. I hope your English muffin man is worth abandoning all your friends for." Kimber sounded considerably further down the road to full inebriation. "So does he have a stiff upper lip?"
The girl's malice grated on Brooke, despite all else on her mind. "He's got a stiff everything," she informed her sometime friend, the proof brushing her lips. "You'd be amazed. I oughta thank you for sending me his way."
"It was a joke," Kimber slurred. "I didn't think you'd be slut enough to really do it."
Brooke fought for a response, but her paramour withdrew the phone from her ear and supplied it himself. "Hello Kimber," she heard him say in a tone of sheer pussy-melting gravel. "We didn't get properly introduced. My name's Gavin and I'm about to give your friend Brooke the kind of evening you so clearly wanted. Because frankly, I find her more interesting. Enjoy your night." He tossed the phone onto a nearby sofa and tightened his grip on Brooke's jaw. His eyes were flashing wicked. "Now tell me that's not worth a suck."
Damn, it was worth a whole lot more than a suck. Brooke opened wide and slurped him up, trying to get her mouth around that magnificent girth. The bride-fucking bastard had just given her a present to die for and sucking his beautiful cock was the least she could do in return. She was full with him, his pre-cum secreting all over her taste-buds as she guzzled steadily, rhythmically, slavering a precocious tongue about the base of his shaft. It was a stretch, literally, but she could manage.
He'll like this. He likes me. He'll go easy on me.
She reached two-handed for the base of his great column to steady the situation—prevent things from getting out of control.
Gavin was having none of it. "Oh no you don't, girl. Put those hands where they were and use that fucking mouth like God intended."
Brooke's hands retreated to her thighs like she'd been naughty. Her confidence in the task wavered, but she sucked air through her nose nonetheless, readied herself and gobbled more of him.
Oh my god he's huge. He's gorgeous and he's fucking huge. I'm sucking this wicked man's cock ...
She applied the most loving suction she could muster, blinking up at him slowly, looking for flickers of reaction in that granite visage. Her mouth swelled and ebbed around him, slipping back to where he narrowed beneath the glans so her tongue could tease the sweet spot she knew would be found there; then she dived and took in a great mouthful, stretching her lips into that wide pink circle in which she hoped he would delight. She repeated the move a few times, holding the down-moment longer each time and waggling her tongue to blanket his underside.
Is that good? Is that good for you?
His hand had strayed from her chin to stroke the clipped tresses of her hair and her heart fluttered, at the thought of the pressure he could apply any moment. She came off him and flickered her tongue-tip against his salty slit. "Do you like that? Am I doing it well?"
"You're a talented young lady." He stood there relaxed, even though every muscle in his body was hard, none more so than that which hovered glistening in front of her face. "You've worked up that skill on a few lucky boyfriends, haven't you?"
She chewed her lip and nodded, suddenly shy. "Yeah. A few."
"Plus the guy in the bathroom you stole from Kimber, right?"
"Uh-huh. There was him."
"You drained his balls, didn't you, Brooke? Drank it all down, thick and hot."
"I did. I took it all."
"He must have thought this little cock-sucker was sent from heaven, right?"
"He really liked it, yeah."
"I don't doubt it. Did you take him down your throat?"
"Did I-"
"Did you take his cock down your throat, Brooke?"
"I- Well- No."
"Have you ever taken a cock that way?"
"No."
