Special thanks to Belphe, a generous volunteer in Literotica.com's Volunteer Editors program, for editing this piece. All remaining errors and questionable stylistic choices are the sole responsibility of the author. In particular, the author has recently decided that there's no comma before a 'too' when it ends a sentence or precedes an em-dash. Of course you know, that means war.
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My name is Bobbi, and I'm not just a character; I'm the narrator!
That means I have a lot of power. It feels a little naughty. If I wanted to be a naughty girl, I could really talk myself up right now. I could tell you about how kind and generous I am. I could tell you how much everybody loves me. I could tell you that I'm very smart and insightful, and know all sorts of important stuff about life, the universe, and everything.
I could tell you that I never, ever lie, unless it's playtime and Mommy wants me to tell sexy fibs.
Of course, it's playtime a lot, soooooo...
Okay, I'll be a good little boy today. My name is Bobbi, and there's really only three things you absolutely need to know about me: first, I'm very pretty. Second and third, I love sex, and I'm really good at it.
Those three things -- and a lot of luck! - are how I got to where I am today. Today, I'm a pretty little live-in baby-girlfriend for my drop-dead-gorgeous futa-mommy, Alexis. My life is just about as wonderful as it could possibly be.
It's so wonderful, in fact, that I really want to brag about it. Mommy says that bragging is impolite, though, and boring for the reader. She gently teases my smooth little balls and penis, and reminds me that my sexy stories should mostly be about the sex.
My futa-mommy is very smart, and she knows how to help me understand things.
It's about two o'clock on Monday afternoon, and I'm on my knees in the kitchen. There's a nice pillow under me, because, well, it's Mommy's house and we're always prepared for every kind of sex. The SofTile is actually pretty comfortable -- hooray for science! - but if you've got the extra cushioning, why not use it?
Mommy isn't home yet. She won't be for a little while. Right now, I'm happily licking Allie's pussy while she leans back and braces herself on the sink counter. She's almost naked, but not quite. She's wearing a small bra for some extra support, and a scrunchy to keep her blonde hair out of the way while she cleans and does other chores. Her tiny panties are down around one ankle, near one of her comfortable black work flats. Do the no-show socks count? I don't feel like they do.
Oh, I guess she's also wearing her thin black work collar, but I hardly ever notice those unless somebody's putting one on or taking one off. If Ally decides she wants my fingers, she'll key it in to hers. She'll also ask nicely, because that's just the kind of person she is. I don't think she will, because of her boyfriend, but hope springs eternal!
While nothing compares to worshiping my futa-mommy, being on my knees and servicing a beautiful person always makes me feel warm and happy inside. Allie is very pretty! She does cross-country at a local college, so she's also very fit. I like it when the person I'm servicing is stronger than me. I also like it when they're smarter than me, and Allie is that too. I know that because Mommy is very -- no,
super
smart, and she seems to like talking to Allie about school, work and current events.
It makes me feel really special that these strong, capable, confident people want my help to fulfill their sexual needs and desires. It makes me feel even better when I show them that I'm not just a pretty face (and butt.) I got skills! When I make somebody else feel good -- when I help them cum -- I feel a warm wave of pride and accomplishment wash over me. It's not an orgasm, but it's still great.
It also helps that Allie smells and tastes good too. Pretty much everybody does these days, I guess; Mommy says that's thanks to science. She's right, of course; she knows everything. Between you and me, though, I think Mommy and Allie would smell and taste good no matter what. They're so pretty, and so nice. Maybe Allie's pussy wouldn't taste exactly like fresh strawberries, honey, and light cream, but it'd still be a tasty treat for her boss's baby-girlfriend.
Judging by Allie's gyrating hips and heaving breath, she's about to feel really good. That means I am too!
Ally grabs my short blonde hair and presses my face into her hairless mound. She starts shuddering and gets quiet, but I know it's the calm before the storm. Even though I'm all the way down here by her pussy, I can still sense her voice building up behind her orgasm, waiting to let loose.
I know what Allie likes, so I put my tongue into overdrive. I let her control the pressure against her clit, but I start licking and flicking up and down at super speed. During her big, long orgasm, she actually pulls my head away and pushes it close again a few times. It's kinda funny when I imagine what it would look like to somebody watching, but I don't laugh. I stay focused and make sure my tongue is tickling her again as soon as she puts it close enough to make contact. Mommy says I'm a little professional when it comes to sex, and I thought that was just the nicest compliment ever.
Eventually, Allie's voice breaks through, and she lets loose with three big, breathy "Oh!"s in a row. She taps my head gently to let me know I should stop licking, and then she cools down by pushing her sopping-wet pussy all over my face. I smile and let it happen. I also breathe deeply, because I really like Allie's unique post-cum smell.
I gently kiss and stroke Allie's thighs, waiting for her to recover. Even after cumming, her body responds to my light touches with a few final shudders. After that, and a lot of happy huffing and sighing, she finally manages to make some words.
"Jesus Christ, Bobbi," she says, "if Jason could do that, I'd marry him tomorrow."
My smile gets even bigger. I look up at her and she looks down, baby blue on hazel green. When we make eye contact, I feel that wonderful sense of pride again, but also something special and deep between the two of us. That's perfectly natural after giving or receiving a good orgasm, but Mommy says that I need to keep things light with Allie for just a little while longer.
"Oh, but you love his big, manly dick, Allie!" I say, doing just that. "And anyway, as long as all the chores get done, you can have my tongue as often as you want. Mommy says."
Allie glances towards my thin panties, which don't do much to hide my caged penis and balls. Her expression changes for just a moment. I know what it means. I'm not super smart about school and work and stuff, but I know about sex, and I know when people want me. Allie wants me, and not just my tongue.
Are you surprised? Well, okay, that's my fault. I forgot some really good advice Mommy gave me about writing stories. She told me to imagine that some of my readers aren't from the Coastal Alliance, and don't understand what we're all about. She says there's a fine line between explaining too much and too little.
"If it's about sex, though, put it in!" she said. It was extra funny, because as she was saying it, she 'put it in' my bum. It was just her finger, since I was lying over her lap and playing on my holopad, but you get the point. I sure did!
"Bobbi," I vaguely hear Allie say. Her petting turns into hair-tousling to get my attention.
I look up.
"Bobbi, that feels really nice," Allie says with a sympathetic smile, "but I have to get lunch started for you and Ms. Chase."
I stop kissing Allie's thigh and fetch the silky, synthetic washcloth from the floor. I gently dab and wipe her. She puts her hands on the sink and leans back again, giving me full access. She sighs, and relaxes into the sensations.
"Sorry, I kinda spaced out there for a second," I tell her.
"Mmmm," she moans. "Were you thinking of another one of your stories?"
I smile slyly, because, well, I was, but it's not one she's allowed to read -- not unless.... not until... nope, not spoiling anything!