Poor Becca Ch. 05

I stroked the stem of my wine glass, as it rested on my knee. Quite subtle, but he noticed.

"Is it legs that excite you?" I asked seductively.

"Your legs are very sexy and slender. Yes they excite me."

"Or maybe you prefer what's in between my legs?" I asked, parting them ever so slightly, but not enough to reveal anything.

"You don't waste any time do you?"

"I don't know what you mean. I just asked you a question, that's all," I smiled coyly.

"I mean you don't waste time with small talk. I've seen your films, you love to talk dirty."

"Sometimes. We can talk about the weather instead if you'd like. I don't mind."

"No. Carry on. Let's see how you handle a dirty conversation with a real person, rather than the male models that you've been with on film. They don't talk much do they?"

"I guess not. They just like to say nasty things to me. Calling me a slut or a whore, or commenting on my lady parts."

"I know, I've seen them."

"Which film did you like best?" I asked, crossing my legs and giving him the tiniest flash of my panties.

"They were all good for different reasons," he said, sipping his champagne.

"You must have a favourite," I said, leaning forward to let him see my cleavage.

"I guess I liked seeing you take the eleven inch cock. The pained look on your face after you begged for it inside you."

I felt myself getting hot. He had seen my sexual prowess already and I felt naked in front of him, even though I was still fully clothed.

"I hear you're not far off that size yourself."

I uncrossed my legs and opened them enough to reveal my white knickers.

"Don't believe everything you hear. People exaggerate."

He glanced at my crotch.

"I'm sure they don't. Anything else you liked watching me do?"

"Seeing you covered in sperm was a huge turn on. You seem to quite like swallowing it. Most women don't like that, but you seem different somehow."

"Dirtier you mean, because I enjoy the taste of a man's spunk?"

"Do you enjoy it?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and keeping a calm tone.

"I love it. I genuinely do like the taste. No doubt I'll be swallowing yours later."

I took a long gulp of wine and swallowed it hard, licking my lips.

"Incredible," he gasped.

"Would you like me to swallow your load Ethan? Or would you prefer to cum inside me?"

He sat there in silence, starring into my eyes. His eyes seeing everything at once. All of me.

"Maybe you'd like to spray it all over my naked body? Maybe all over my breasts or my belly, or my face."

He still said nothing. I leaned back and spread my legs further apart, with no subtlety. There was no way he didn't see my underwear now.

"Maybe you'd like to blow your load in my ass?"

"Where would you like me to do it?" he asked, still not reacting to my slutty behaviour. He was calm and in control.

"Anywhere you like. You're the one paying."

"You don't like the fact I'm paying you for this, do you?"

"I'm sure I'll enjoy the ten grand," I laughed, taking another swig of champagne.

"I'd have paid twenty," he said.

"I'd have done it for free," I replied, trying to gain power over the argument. "Especially if it's true about the size of your cock."

"Do you get horny talking like that?" he asked.

"Like what?"

"Like a slut."

"Maybe," I shrugged. "Do you get hard when I talk like a slut?"

"What do you think?" he said, still in control.

I flicked my hair over my shoulder, closed my legs and leant forward again.

"I think you're getting hard. I think you want to see me naked. I think you want me to tease you and talk dirty to you. I think you want to watch me suck your cock."

"You think correctly Becca, but we have all night so let's not rush it."

I drained my glass and held it out to him.

"Want to fill me up?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

He took my glass and stood up. I tried to catch a glimpse of his package, but the angle was wrong. He filled my glass expertly, not spilling a drop or allowing it to overflow as it fizzed. He was a sophisticated man and oozed confidence.

He wasn't rising to my innuendo. He stood in front of me and passed me the glass. His crotch was now at eye level. His trousers were tight in all the right places. There was definitely a bulge down there, but he wasn't hard yet. I imagined his tight underwear would be keeping it in check. He sat back down.

"What else do you think I like?" he asked, sipping from his glass.

"I think you like my tight, firm, young body."

"Go on," he said, "let's see if you can really talk dirty and figure out what I like."

"Men are always visual, they like to watch. I think you'd like to see me throat you. All ten inches of you. Seeing my lips wrapped around it. Watching me struggle to take it all. Seeing me drooling saliva as my body tries to reject your shaft from my throat."

He shifted in his chair. Only slightly, but I noticed. I was starting to get to him.

"Would it make you feel powerful? Seeing me on my knees while you fuck my slutty mouth?"

"We'll soon see. Won't we."

"Or maybe you'd like to watch me masturbate? See my finger my tight little pussy in front of you. Watch me rub my throbbing clit while I moan with pleasure. Watch me get myself to the point of orgasm and then stopping, teasing myself."

"Wow! That would be a sight to behold," he said. "Do you like masturbating in front of men?"

"I like a lot of things."

The sexual tension was so intense. We both wanted to fuck, but we both wanted to deny ourselves of it. Teasing each other, teasing ourselves. Wondering who would break first.

"Or maybe you'd like to see me undress slowly. Watching me reveal my pert young tits. Watch me caress them and push them into your face. Feeding my nipples into your mouth."

"You're good Becca," he said. "Very good in fact. So dirty and descriptive."

"Getting hard are we?"

"Maybe. Keep going."

"Ok." I sipped from my glass. "I think you'd like to eat my twenty three year old pussy. Nice and young and tight and wet. Taste my meaty lips, suck on my clit. Feel me respond as I grind it into your face. I could spread my lips open for you with my fingers as you tongue fuck me."

"Tight and wet eh? Is it tight and wet?"

"Why don't you come and find out?"

"Patience Becca. Keep going with your filthy talk."

"I know you're fucking hard now Ethan. I can almost smell the sex coming off you."

He shifted in his chair again.

"You want me to come over there and straddle you on that chair. Grind my pussy into your bulging trousers. Maybe I'd leak a little juice from my knickers and stain your trousers. Then you'd know how fucking juicy my cunt is. You could unzip my dress and suck on my tits as I undo your trousers and take your cock out. I could pull my panties to the side and slide you inside me. You'd feel me open and willing as I accept you inside my slippery fuck hole."

"Why don't you take those boots off Becca?" he said, looking up and down my legs.

I had obviously got to him.

I put my glass down and stood up in front of him. I didn't bother smoothing my dress down. It had rode up enough to see the bottom of my underwear, but I knew he didn't mind. I moved closer to him and put my knee between his legs and pushed them apart. I stretched my left leg out past his head and put my foot on the back rest next to his right ear. He had a perfect view of the flimsy piece of fabric that was all there was between my pussy and his gaze. I slowly reached down and pulled the zip down on my boot as I bent forward. I pulled my foot out and threw the boot over the back of his chair. I placed my bare foot on his chest and gently dragged it down to his waist, across his lap and down his thigh. I avoided the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Don't you like my boots Ethan?" I asked, in a breathy voice.

"They're sexy as hell, but I prefer to see your legs."

I put my right boot next to his left ear and repeated the process. He glanced at my exposed crotch, which must have been glistening in the dim light. I knew my knickers were sodden and it must have been noticeable.

"Do you like my little panties? They don't cover much do they?"

"No they don't. They're so sexy," he gasped.

I undid my boot and it joined the other one. I repeated the dragging of my foot down his body, but I brushed it over his bulge this time. He was hard for sure, but definitely restricted from his underwear.

I straddled him in the chair, my knees either side of him. I was above him in a dominant position now as I flicked my hair over my shoulder, cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly on the lips. He felt warm and soft. He had no stubble and had just a hint of expensive aftershave.

"You want me to take control don't you Ethan? You want to feel dominated as I do what whores do to men."

"Yes. You know I'm already hard for you Becca."

"I know, I felt it. I can't wait to feel you inside me, but I want something first."

"Name it," he said.

"Patience Ethan. We've got all night remember."

I kissed him again softly, pushing my tongue into his mouth and finding his. He submitted and let my tongue explore inside. I bit his bottom lip and pulled away, letting it slip out of my lips and then I kissed him again. His arms were on the arm rests of the chair and he sat stock still. I stopped kissing him and sat on top of his thighs. I undid his tie slowly and threw it towards the bed. I positioned my hands on his chest and gripped his shirt.

"Is this shirt expensive?" I asked.

"Yes."

I ripped it open, buttons pinging off and onto the floor, exposing his chest.

"Oooops!" I said, putting my fingers to my mouth, like a naughty child.

"It's fine, I've got another one."

I slipped it off his shoulders, pulled it out of his waistband and threw it behind me. He had a nice body for is age. Well defined muscles and smooth skin.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who likes to stay in shape," I giggled.

"I do my best," he replied.

I kissed him again, my hands exploring his upper body, across his shoulders, down his arms. I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands and placed them on my waist, and pulled his face into my neck.

"Kiss my neck," I demanded softly.

He obeyed and nuzzled behind my ear, sucking gently on my neck.

"Mmmmm, that's it right there," I gasped, "you make me so fucking wet Ethan."

"God you smell good," he said, kissing me harder.

Lexa's pheromone trick seemed to be working. I giggled to myself inside.

"Mmmmm just think how nice my tight, young pussy smells."

I pushed his head back and kissed his lips again. Just once. I moved back and slowly pulled my shoulder straps down both sides.

"Unzip me," I said.

He reached behind me and pulled the zip down slowly. My dress went loose at the front and I put my arms in the air, inviting him to remove my dress. He pulled it over my head in one swift movement and threw it behind him.

I sat there in my bra and panties, letting him take in the view of my body. I felt in control of him. He'd do what I asked and wouldn't stop me doing things to him. This is what he'd wanted all along, to be dominated by me. He was about to get his wish.

"Do you like my body?"

"You're amazing," he gasped, sitting back slightly to take it all in.

"You like my perky tits? My flat stomach? My strong thighs?"

"Yes. Yes. All of you. You're so sexy Becca."

I felt his cock twitching under my thigh. He was rock hard.

"Want me to suck your big fat cock?"

"Yes more than anything?"

"I told you I want something first."

"Name it."

I stood up on the chair and put one leg on the back rest. My panty clad pussy was inches from his face. He looked up between my legs as I towered above him.

"I want you to lick my pussy Ethan."

I pulled my knickers to the side to give him a viewing. He stretched up with his tongue out, but I moved just out of reach, teasing him.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Your pussy is beautiful," he said, "I bet it tastes as good as it looks."

"Mmmmm I bet you can smell my musky scent, can't you?"

"Oh my god yes. You're driving me wild."

"Look how fucking wet you've made me," I said, sliding a finger along my slit and pushing it into his mouth. "Taste it."

He sucked greedily on my finger. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to eat me. He reached his hands up to the top of my hips and pulled my sopping quim onto his mouth. He started licking and kissing my labia, as though he was French kissing it. Softly and slowly he manipulated my generous lips with his tongue, groaning with pleasure as though he was eating forbidden fruit.

"Ooooh fuck Ethan. Do you like the taste of me?"

"Sweet and musky. You're delicious."

"Suck my clit. Eat my pussy. That's it."

His attention on my vulva was delivered with expertise. He was an experienced pussy eater, that was for sure. He licked with just enough pressure and in just the right spots. Licking me up and down between my outer lips and my thighs, teasing my clit, sucking on my inner lips and teasing my hole. He was incredible. I was getting juicer by the second and couldn't help but let out slow long moans as he devoured my woman hood.

"Oh fuck! You dirty boy! You know just how to eat a pussy don't you?"

He carried on licking me. My panties were starting to get in the way and I needed them gone, but without disturbing his actions. I reached down and poked my finger nails through the lace material and pulled hard. They started to rip with a lovely tearing sound. I kept pulling and tearing, but I wasn't strong enough. Ethan got the message and gripped the material in his strong hands and pulled hard. The flimsy garment ripped in half and hung on my left thigh. He pulled it again and ripped it from my body.

"That makes up for the shirt," he said.

I slid my leg down the back of the chair and put both hands on the arm rests. I lifted my other leg over the back of the chair and pushed my snatch into his face. His head was pinned against the back rest by my pussy. My head was in his lap, resting on his thighs.

"Eat my filthy cunt. Fuck me with your tongue, you dirty fucker."

He obeyed and I felt him part my lips and slip his tongue inside me. He slipped it in and out my slippery tunnel as he gently flicked my clit with his thumb. Little shock waves spread from my clit to my belly as my climax started to build. I didn't want to cum too quickly. I wanted the intensity of a slow building orgasm rather than a quick passionate one.

"Slow down, " I panted. "Don't make me cum yet."

"Cum in my face Becca," he almost begged. "Please. I want you to cum in my face."

"No. Not yet. Slow down. Tease me."

He ignored me and kept lapping away at my pussy.

I dug my ankles into the back of his chair and spread my legs wider. I was now fully exposed to his flicking tongue and he slowed down his licking to tease me to orgasm. I arched my back and let go of the arm rests. The back of my head pushed into his lap as I reached up with both hands and spread my labia for him to delve further inside me. He licked me in full long strokes, ass to clit, occasionally dipping his tongue into my velvety fuck hole. I knew I couldn't hold off much longer and so did he. I rubbed my clit slowly and firmly knowing it was going to happen any second.

"Finger my asshole," I pleaded. "Make me cum."

He was in control of my body now. He dipped his finger in my pussy first, to lubricate it. Then he pushed it inside my bumhole up to his knuckle. The result was instantaneous. I came hard, grinding my vulva into his face and screaming to climax.

"Fuuuckkkk yeah. Make me cum. Eat that cunt."

I heard him moaning as he enjoyed the indescribable moment of a girl cumming in his face. I got wetter and wetter as the pleasure increased and my pussy pulsated and contracted. My ass squeezed around his finger and I wished it was his cock inside me.

"Oh Ethan Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Make me cum!"

I clamped my thighs tight round his neck as it started to subside. He must have been struggling to breath, as my pussy drenched his face. I felt light headed and short of breath.

"Stop. Stop. I'm going pass out."

I unclamped my thighs, kicked my leg over his head and sat in the armrest supporting myself on his shoulder.

"Fucking hell. You're good at licking pussy," I said, catching my breath.

"Glad you liked it."

I moved in front of him and got on my knees. I needed to pleasure him in return. I needed his cock between my lips and a mouthful of spunk.

"Stand up," I ordered.

He obeyed wiping my juice from his face. I reached up and undid his belt. I pulled it free from the belt loops and threw it towards the bed. I looked up at him with wide sexy eyes, full of lust and undid his button. Then I unzipped his fly. His trousers dropped to his ankles and I swayed backwards at the sight before me.

He had lace panties on.

They were tight, black, lace, full back panties. His bulge looked even bigger in such a small garment. The panties contained him, but only just. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"You wear women's underwear?" I said, surprised and open mouthed, looking at his package.

"Yes. Everyday. It's a fetish of mine."

"Holy shit. You kinky fucker!"

"So you like them?"

Somehow he made it work. It looked so erotic to see such a huge hard cock, restrained by such a feminine item. A powerful man such as Ethan having a little kink like that was such a surprise to me. I imagined him in important meetings, wearing those panties underneath with no-one else knowing.

"They look amazing on you. I'm not just saying that. They really do."

I rubbed my hands round to his ass then down the back of his thighs. I moved them to the front and back up, cupping his balls. They felt large and heavy even though they were supported by his underwear. I finally allowed myself to touch his shaft. I rubbed gently across the lace fabric, feeling the heat from beneath. He was at least ten inches, just as Lexa had told me. I rubbed him up and down through the panties.

He moaned at my touch. I pulled away and put my hands behind my back.

"Show it to me," I ordered.

He pulled the front of his girly underwear down and tucked the waistband under his balls. His cock was magnificent. It jumped out at me, bobbing up and down. It was as long as my forearm and perfectly straight with his glans just poking out from his foreskin. He was super smooth with no shaving rash, so he must have been waxed to remove his pubic hair. Large veins stretched along his engorged shaft as he gripped it by the base. His balls looked like they needed emptying and I hoped he was a heavy cummer like Lexa had promised. He pulled his foreskin back revealing his swollen purple head. It was a little wider than his shaft and perfectly symmetrical. The skin from his glans to his shaft was stretched thin, showing me his sensitive frenulum.

I was my turn to be submissive.

"Feed me your cock," I pleaded, opening my mouth wide.

He pushed forward and I stuck my tongue out to greet him. His cock slid along my tongue and I allowed him into my throat in one easy movement. I closed my lips round his shaft and sucked hard. He stayed still for a moment enjoying the sight of his whore with a mouth full of his cock.

"You dirty slut!" he gasped. "You look incredible."

He pulled out slowly with a gush of saliva from my throat, which I spat onto his cock and balls.

"Do you like seeing me like this? On my knees with your cock in my mouth? Am I a good little slut?"

He said nothing, he just pushed it back in the same as before. Sliding across my tongue and into my throat.

He let out a long moan of pleasure and pulled out again just as slowly. Saliva poured from my mouth again and onto my bra and tits. I reached back and unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor. He pushed back in again a little faster this time and then back out.