Cassie
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Cassie was a woman possessed. She met me at the door, completely nude
but for her heels. Her lean form always excited me, and wearing those
fuck-me heels enhanced the excitement. So I was already sprouting a
boner as she led me into her bedroom.

I saw that she had been busy re-decorating that morning. The wall
opposite her window had been covered with corkboard. Now the corkboard
was covered with mirrors, so that the entire wall was one big mirror,
like at a ballet studio. She'd even moved her desk out so that the
view was not obstructed.

I was absorbing the new ambiance when she grabbed my face to force a
soul kiss on me. I gave in willingly, but it was like she was
demanding even more passion in the kiss. Her hands were all over me,
removing my clothing. It took very little time until I too was nude
(except for my socks).

Now she stepped back and looked down as she gripped my member. Her
hand was small but firm, and she squeezed me greedily. She was yanking
my cock as if urging me to cum fast. Then she looked over at me in the
mirror. Her face was flushed with excitement. I realized she was as
horny as she was making me.

"Watch me suck your cock," she told me, looking at me in the eyes via
the miror. The way she said 'cock' was insanely pornographic. The last
time she had been in a similar mood, she had said "stick your fat cock
in me" in just the same way--in the hallway of a motel. I could never
forget the excitement of that day as I took her in public, and it
resonated today to make me even more aroused.

I did watch too. She squatted down, and I could envy the floor its
view of her swollen pussy. When she squats, her lips part and you can
sometimes see into her hole. Now I saw her squatting on those high
heels--a porn starlet's squat with her calf muscles taut and strong,
ready for athletic sex.

She had her shoulder length hair pulled back into a low ponytail, so I
could see her entire face in profile. Her mouth opened and my jutting
cock disappeared into her face. Then it came back out and she spat
onto my shaft. Spitting saliva is so damn nasty! Her lips pressed
against my shaft and she distributed the saliva onto my shaft, which
was even nastier.

After a minute, she moved her hands down to grip the heels of her
shoes. She knows I have a thing for high heels, and moving her hands
drew attention to hers. Holding her heels, she bobbed up and down my
cock. My balls tightened another tick towards emptying.

I must say, her cocksucking was fierce. She clearly wanted me to cum,
and fast. But not too fast, apparently.

"Get on your back," she told me. I did as she asked, then watched her
squat over my cock. Her hand pointed my dick up, and she lowered
herself onto me. I groaned and she moaned as my cock slid into her
very wet pussy. I knew that she was hot--the way she had been acting
screamed that--but now I had a thermometer in the right place to prove
it!

I watched her firm ass clenching as she fucked me, sliding up and down
my shaft. I had to close my eyes though, because watching her got me
too close too soon.

"Oh, God... I am so close," I warned her.

She let out a needy moan, and pulled off my cock. I could feel how wet
it was now that it was exposed to the air. But that wasn't for long
either, because she immediately knelt to the side and took my cock in
her mouth. "Oh," she said lustily, "I taste so good." I just about
lost it there.

I covered my eyes with my inner elbow, because I didn't want to cum
yet. I tried to not concentrate on what she was doing, but it felt so
damn good. She was sucking just the head of my cock, using her hand to
stroke the remaining shaft. Her lips pressed against the space just
under my head... that super-sensitive bundle of nerves. I could feel
my orgasm rising of its own accord.

"Oh..." I moaned, "babe... I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

She released my dickhead with a loud smack of broken suction. "Good!"
she panted. "Cum in my mouth... let me swallow your sperm."

I could hardly believe it. Cassie had sometimes blown me as a prelude
to fucking, but never had she expressed any interest in "sucking to
completion." I gathered that she found my ejaculate distasteful. But
here she was, actually wanting me to cum in her mouth. I was stunned.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her hand was sliding up and down,
jacking me. Her head was fairly still. Every ten or so seconds she
would slide down to moisten my shaft so that it was still slick.

I don't want to sound like a pansy, but there is something I find sexy
about Cassie beyond her body and shoes. Last week she had gone out and
gotten heavy stripes of highlights put into her dark blond hair. It
was like a tiger stripe, and I found the look sexy as hell. I normally
felt guilty and weird looking at her hair, even as I wanted to. Now, I
could stare at her part, seeing the source of the striping, and I
couldn't stop looking at it and admiring my sensational girlfriend.
She wanted me to cum, and I found looking at her cool hair color took
me there.

"Here it cums!" I gasped in warning. It was her last chance to back
away before her tonsils were coated with my candy. Thank God she
didn't even hesitate, but let me shoot into her mouth. That was the
first time any girlfriend of mine had let me cum her mouth, and the
nasty sluttiness was overwhelming. I came long and hard, grunting as
satisfying squirts of semen shot through my dick. I love the feeling
of cumming, and having her continue on without interruption was
incredibly satisfying.

The exclamation point of her sexy blowjob was when she looked at me
and stuck out her tongue. It was holding a thick white oyster of my
cum. As I watched, she wiped it over her lips, making a gummy mess.
Then she licked it off, again showing me the goop, and swallowed it.
Wow! She was one nasty girl!

I was so tired now, but she was so charged up that it was clear she
needed release. I don't particularly love eating pussy, but I didn't
make a fuss when she swung her legs over my head and sat on my face.
Her pussy was steaming hot, gaping open, and dripping her plentiful
juices. I tried to not to think too much about how I had fucked her
earlier as she began grinding on my mouth.

For the most part, I just sucked and licked while she moved to put my
mouth in the right spot. Her scalding sap increased until she started
to shake. She'd put the top of her pussy on my lips and was wobbling
back and forth. I sucked hard and she cried out. She soaked my nose
with her pungent slime, but I kept at it until she literally fell off
my face to lay 69-like beside me.

"Oh God, that was so good!" she murmured, sounding very winded.

"You were scorchin' hot!" I praised her. Now with a little more
energy, I moved so that I could put my head on her shoulder and look
at her.

Cassie giggled. "I couldn't help it!" she said. "I kept thinking of
our deal, and picturing you on the pay off." I got the clear
impression that she found the picture very exciting.

But what pay off? "What deal?" I asked.

"You know, the one we made Tuesday."

"Sorry, but I don't remember," I admitted. Tuesday had been some damn fine sex.

"The deal? That when I swallowed all your cum, you'd suck a cock off for me?"

My face flushed. I did remember her talking about that while we
fucked. "Oh, that was just talk," I said, smiling at her. "You were so
hot sharing the fantasy that I played along."

Her reaction was unexpected. She sat up, pushing my head away so that
it clunked on the floor. "Do you mean to say you had no intention of
making good on the deal? You lied to me?!"

"I did lie," I said, rubbing my noggin and sitting up. "We were
sharing a fantasy."

"No, you were saying anything to get me to swallow your cum!" She
looked somewhere between wanting to cry and wanting to sock me in the
nose. "And here I had been thinking of it... so hot to see it... you
fucking bastard!"

"Baby, you gotta know I wouldn't ever suck a dick!" I said reasonably.
She was flying off the handle in a display of the worst trait of
femininity: irrationalism. "You know me, right? You know how I get
weirded out with sex juices. Can you see me ever sucking a dick?"

"Fuck off!" she said, ending the argument. She stood up and walked
away, the tall heels clicking on the cold floor and making her calves
look sexy as hell. I understood why she was mad, but I didn't either.
Wasn't the veracity of what you said in bed supposed to be discounted?

Lord help me, I love Cassie but I just don't understand her sometimes.

I tried to make it up to her later, preparing the big salad dinner she
likes so much. But despite my efforts, she pouted all night. I like
her pouty face when it is done playfully, but a real pout made me sad.
Her rebuff at a little spooning as we feel asleep was alarming as
well.

The morning dawned bright and clear, and I still had an erection even
after emptying my bladder. I warned my dick to behave, then went and
made waffle batter, complete with blueberries. We'd moved in together
in an urban loft apartment, and one of the beauties was the ability to
walk to a little corner market. In ten minutes, I returned with strong
French vanilla coffee beans, then made strong coffee knowing that the
aroma would wake her.

Sure enough, she soon stumbled out of the bedroom, and I got up to
pour her a cup o' Joe. I handed it to her, and she thanked me. "I'm
glad it is strong. Maybe it will wash away the taste of your sperm
from my tongue."

"Are you still mad?" I asked. "I'll go make waffles." I tried to
escape, but she followed me.

"Yes, I am still mad," she said. "You knew I didn't want you to cum in
my mouth, and now suddenly I made a whore of myself? You misled me and
that makes me mad."

I decided to keep my mouth shut, because she clearly didn't believe
that mere hot talk was just hot talk. As I watched the waffle maker
heating up, I recalled instances where she'd done her fair share of
hot talk.

There was the time she'd told me she wanted to be tied up and anally
raped by me. Her screaming orgasm had been the end of it, I thought. I
thought that anal sex was a huge no-no for her. But if she thought
that hot talk was a vehicle of truth... maybe I should get some rope
or handcuffs?

What about the times she'd told me she wanted to have a threesome
where we both shared her friend Steph? I remember her cumming hard
while gasping how she wanted her tongue inside Steph's bald box. I
thought it was fantasy and my great fucking skills that made her cum.
But maybe... how did she know Steph's box was bald?

There were so many fantasies we'd shared in the heat of sex. Those
times I had blurted the taboo and sexy images as they popped into my
head, but then they were gone forever. I guess this wasn't the case
for her. I suppose she released her inner fantasies when we had sex,
and thought I did too.

Armed with this new insight, I tried to talk to Cassie about it as we
gulped down the blueberry waffles. Her response: "don't worry about
it."

"C'mon babe," I implored, "please don't be mad at me. It was a
misunderstanding."

"Oh, yes it was," she agreed. Her eyes were fiery, filled with emotion.

"I'll make it up to you," I suggested.

"Oh, yes you will," she agreed.

I paused, because her agreement was now scary. "I'll, uh, learn to
like eating your pussy," I suggested. Cunnilingus made me queasy, but
I knew she liked me to try.

"Oh, yes indeed you will," she stated. "If you ever want to climb out
of the hole you are in, you will become the best damn cunt sucker on
the whole fucking planet!" The passion in her voice let me know that
this wasn't idle breakfast conversation.

"Uh, OK." I said mildly.

Now she turned to scorn. "You're not just saying this now and are
gonna say you didn't mean it?" she taunted me.

"Cassie, I love you," I said weakly. I felt that I deserved her scorn,
even though I had decided earlier that it was a simple
misunderstanding.

"I love you too Clem, but you are a lying sack of shit when it comes
to making sex promises."

"Baby, I'm serious now. Sober, serious, and we are not even close to
being in the sack. I swear I'll try to be a good... cunt sucker... for
you."

"Not just good, but the best," she pointed out. Obviously, she
believed me some, and her anger was dissipating.

"Yes, the absolute best," I agreed, buoyed now by her improved spirits.

"That's good, because you are going to have to learn to keep your promised."

"I've learned my lesson," I said, reaching out to touch her hand
across the table. For the first time that morning, she allowed it.

"Good," she said, rising. "You clean up the dishes while I take a
shower and get ready for your first lesson."

She turned and walked to the bedroom. I watched her go, my appetite
gone. How could I enjoy more waffles when I knew that shortly I would
be tasting the better liquid she oozes during sex. My stomach churned
while I did the dishes.

My first lesson lasted that entire morning. Cassie had been a quiet
lover ever since I met her, content with how I did things, but she was
now instructing me quite pointedly. My first lesson was in how to
tease her while observing her pussy. Fresh from the shower, there was
no doubt that she was clean. Kissing her inner thighs and her pubic
bone, I watched as her skin rose in gooseflesh and her pussy turned
from a peach color to something in a warmer tone. It transformed
before my eyes into an instrument of wanton sex.

Gotta admit: that was damn sexy.

After that, she told me to lick between her lips and wriggle her clit.
I was embarrassed to tell her I didn't quite know where clit was, and
more embarrassed when she told me. Of course this important and
mysterious part of her was that sensitive spot. She began to thrash
and to emit her stinky juices, telling me to just keep doing what I
was doing. She grabbed my hair and pulled me deep onto her crotch as
she came, and I got rather more juice than I wanted.

"Wait!" she panted afterwards, "I'm too sensitive right now... come up
here and kiss me." I slid up and kissed her, surprised at how
ravenously she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I realized she was
turned on by the skank taste on my face and mouth, and her arousal was
contagious.

"Let me fuck you," I pleaded.

"Not yet," she smiled, returning to the kiss. Several minutes of damn
fine kissing later, she pushed my head down. "Do it again," she told
me.

I did do it again, several times. She gave me variations to try, each
culminating in her orgasm. I found she came faster every time, and
when I tried to finger fuck her, I found that made her cum even harder
as long as I wriggled my finger. "Oh God," she gasped, "I think you
found my g-spot!" Kissing her, she was obviously pleased. "You need to
practice that!"

To tell you the truth, learning how to make her so happy was a very
satisfying way to spend a Sunday. My mouth and jaw and tongue got
tired, but it seemed worth it although I thought my cock would explode
I had been so horny all day.. In the evening, my efforts were rewarded
by the best fuck I'd ever gotten. Her day of orgasms had seemed to
prime her for even more orgasms.

I felt like a stud, fucking her for an hour while she came several
times. At her suggestion, when I felt like I was going to cum, I went
down and ate her, then moved into a new position. I found her scent
and taste wasn't offensive any longer; instead, her wetness was an
indication of how aroused she was. It was thrilling to find her so
wet!

The end came when she rode me "reverse cowgirl". She humped me like a
porn starlet, moving up and down in counterpoise to my own thrusts. I
could feel her fingers as she rubbed herself, and she leaned back to
let me grab her tits. She was so wet, aroused, and active... I was
soooooo close! Then I found that sexy tiger striped hair all over my
face and I went off like a fire hose. I swear I came until my balls
were lodged in my dick!

The downside was that she hadn't cum that final cum. "Baby, eat me...
get me off, please!" she pleaded, her fingers friggin herself
desperately while she was leaned back so that she was laying on top of
me, facing away. Even so, her mouth found mine. "Please!"

"I'm so worn out," I told her. "I can't."

Surprisingly, she hefted herself upright, then leaned forward and put
one elbow on my shin. My cock popped out and I saw her gaping cunt. It
was a surprise, because it was a total mistake on her part if she
thought she was luring me. There was no fucking way I was going to eat
her now, because I saw my load was oozing out. I watched as a big glop
of spewage drip out and form a long strand.

"Eat me!" she said more forcefully, her fingers beginning to rub
herself. I saw them get coated with her and my slime, combined. It was
sticky, gooey, and gross. I felt near total revulsion.

"No way!" I told her just as forcefully.

"C'mon, eat... my... creampie!" she grunted. I wasn't sure what a
creampie was, but I guessed it was that nasty effluent she was using
as lubricant. It took a few minutes of hard fingering, but she came.
When she did, her pussy burped out a huge amount of that stuff,
although it was runnier and resembled egg whites. She had to be
kidding, thinking I was going to eat that stuff. It was tantamount to
swallowing diluted sperm.

We did talk about it afterwards, and I told I wasn't about to eat her
after I had just cum in her. "I thought we were fighting because I
wouldn't suck dick and eat sperm, and that shit is diluted sperm," I
pointed out to her. I half expected her to get mad, but I was wrong.

"It's not diluted sperm, its 'fortified pussy juice'," she corrected me.

"That's almost as bad."

"You will do it, and soon," she told me.

"No, I won't," I declared.

"Yes you will," she said, smiling smugly as if she knew something I
didn't. I should have paid attention to the hairs raising on my
hackles.

During the week, I learned more about pleasing her orally. I was
learning about her sexual response, and how to gage whether what I was
doing was effective or not. During the daytime, I thought about how
our relationship had changed, and wondered that it had taken me so
long to want to learn how to please her. I had assumed I had been
pleasing her, but now I was more confident because I was learning the
signals she was sending.

I particularly enjoyed getting into a 69 with her, feeling her suck my
cock and discovering her getting so very wet while doing so. The
second time we did a 69, she was on top and I was on the bottom. I
licked her gash and sucked her clit, pulling her lips apart so that
her clit was sticking out. She made a moaning howling sound with my
cock deep in her mouth and she sucked me hard. Oops! I came
immediately, triggered by her response to what I was doing. She kept
on sucking, swallowing my semen like she loved the stuff.

But then, it was my turn. Just as soon as I stopped spurting, she
began to press her pussy on my face. Seriously, she was sliding
herself all over my face. As an instinct, I began pleasing her like I
had learned. It didn't take more than a minute before she got that
sudden intense wetness I knew preceded her orgasm, and so I sucked her
clit hard like she loves. Sure enough, she came with a vigorous
bucking motion, jerking involuntarily.

It took a few minutes for her to calm down, but then she laid next to
me. She pointed out that I had somehow overcome my drowsiness that I
usually feel when I cum. I realized she was right, and wondered how
much of my drowsiness was mental and how much was physical.

"And did you notice that you came in my mouth, you bad boy?" she said.
No sooner had she than she kissed me with that sperm-eating mouth of
hers. Oddly enough, the thought that I was kissing a 'sperm-eating
mouth' was hot. That troubled me, but the kiss was fiery enough to
overwhelm my doubts.

Cassie's evil plan came to a head on Saturday. She woke me in the
morning with a nice, slow blowjob. I was hard and enjoying her wet
mouth before I was even aware of what was happening. Then she just
told me to relax and enjoy, because there was no hurry. In fact, she
interrupted the sucking for minutes at a time as she licked my balls,
stroked me with her hand, or gave me a deep tongue kiss.

The high point was when she climbed aboard me and sank onto my cock
with one non-stop movement, after warning me not to cum. I watched as
she just sat there, masturbating. I had to literally grit my teeth,
watching my gorgeous girlfriend getting herself off. At the crucial
moment, she pulled off me and squatted over my face, telling me to
watch. Her orgasm was a miracle to behold.

At that point, I wanted to have her press her pussy to my face or
anything to taste her. I'd stopped viewing her juices as something
disgusting or nasty. It was a sign of her arousal, and somehow of mine
to. I wanted her to let me eat her while I came, and I wanted to cum
soon. But she had other plans.

She looked at the clock. "Damn!" she cursed, "I was going to meet
Vicky for breakfast. I need to go, baby. Sorry!"

"Honey!" I gasped, pointing at my hard throbbing dick.

"I know, and I am sorry, but please don't cum. I have a special night
planned for us and I want you all horny." With that, she went to take
a shower.

I seriously considered spilling my seed, but if she did have a special
arranged, I didn't want to screw it up. I'd been in the doghouse too
much lately to risk it.

I didn't see her again until the late afternoon. She did call me once
to inquire, "if I get handcuffs, would you let me use them on you?"
With surging arousal, I assured her I would. When she came home she
tossed me the bag from the sex 'novelties' store then went into the
kitchen to prepare dinner and my surprise.

Dinner was fancy by our standards. Cassie bought raw oysters from the
fish monger, because she said I'd need extra stamina tonight. She had
one, proclaiming that oysters reminded her of the cum I deposited on
her tongue. That thought made me laugh, but wonder too. Then she
cooked steaks for dinner. Mine was served rare, again to enhance my
virility. Dessert was a store-bought cheesecake, which we shared with
one fork via candlelight. The wine and meal and her flirty manner set
a sexy mood, and I was ready for a night of passion.

She then handed me a bag and a printed recipe for homemade Irish
cream. "Make this while I get the bedroom ready," she told me. Looking
in the bag, I realized it was the ingredients for the drink. In five
minutes, I had a huge quantity of tasty chocolate liquor. Cassie had
closed the bedroom door, so I knocked on it.

When she admitted me, the room was aglow with candles. Again, the
furniture had been moved so that the wall was entirely a mirror.
Cassie was nude, again wearing those sexy high heels. The light
flickering on her body made my erection very stiff indeed.

She told me to put down the pitcher of liquor and face the mirror. I
of course did as I was told, and she slowly undressed as I watched in
the reflection. She carefully avoided my cock, and when she squatted
to help me step out of my pants, she kissed my butt cheeks. Her mouth
got dangerously close to my butt crack, which I discovered then was an
erogenous zone!

I watched her move to the bed and get one of the two sets of handcuffs
she had purchased. "Put your hands behind your back," she whispered in
my ear. I did as I was told, and as expected she cuffed my hands. Then
she tortured me exquisitely, running her fingers up and down my flesh,
inducing goosebumps. Her mouth was hot in my ear as she brought her
fingers to my nipples and gently (at first) pinched them. She'd not
done nipple play with me before, and the sensation of being helpless
as she increasingly tormented me was incredibly erotic. So too were
her own hard nipples, pressing into my back.

"I need you to make me cum," she told me then. She had me kneel before
the bed, then she sat and spread her legs. Without my hands helping,
tonguing her very wet pussy was much more intense. There was no source
of pleasure except my mouth, was there? Even without the crutch of
touching her, she came rapidly.

"Your turn," she told me. I got up awkwardly, and made to sit down,
but she wanted me standing. In profile, I watched as she sucked me
some. Whenever I got close, she'd stop and watch me in the mirror,
smiling. The evil bitch was torturing me! As if to reinforce that, her
fingers pinched my unprotected nipples roughly, making me ache with
both pleasure and pain. And need.

Eventually, she stood and went to the closet, returning with my old
braided leather belt. She put it on around my neck, leaving me a lot
of room so I didn't fear strangulation. Then she released my left
wrist before attaching my right to the belt. She attached my left
wrist to the belt with the other handcuff.

"Now, lay on your back," Cassie told me. She helped me, because
without my hands to help it was damn awkward. But now I felt very
helpless with my hands awkwardly attached to my neck, much more so
than if I were still handcuffed 'criminal style.'

The next step in her evil plan was to get me drunk while making me
even more aroused. Her first action was to straddle my chest with the
pitcher of Irish cream. She slowly poured a tiny trickle down her body
to demonstrate what she was intending. It flowed very nicely down her
body, and with experimentation it actually dribbled down her pussy.
Now, sliding forward, she compelled me to drink the sneaky-strong
drink while tonguing her intoxicating pussy.

I don't know how long I did this, only that she came twice. After each
orgasm, she slid down to pour some cream on my cock and to delicately
lick it off. No amount of moaning and groaning (and there was plenty!)
would entice her to let me cum. My cock hurt because I had been erect
for so long.

The denouement was rapidly approaching. She straddled my cock and let
me plunge into her sitting still while her cunt throbbed around me.
Then she took a big drink of the Irish cream, leaning forward to share
it with me. Oh my, it was so erotic. When that was gone, she pulled
off me and settled her pussy square on my face.

At first I tongued her hard, pressing my muscle into her opening. Then
I slowly realized I needed to breathe. My hands were cuffed, making it
impossible for me to push her off. I feared I might pass out, but she
relented and moved back to sit back down on my cock. Even in my
oxygen-deprived and intoxicated state, I could tell she was even
wetter than the last time, minutes before. This was repeated twice,
each time making me drunker and more pliable to her will.

"Now baby," she told me, "you can cum. Cum in me, baby." For emphasis,
she slid forward and back, creating a wet in and out motion.

"You're so wet," I panted, realizing foggily that I thought her
wetness was good.

"You'll make me wetter in a minute," she smiled.

"I love you," I blurted out drunkenly, ignoring the message she had
just sent. I did love Cassie and I had to tell her.

Again she smiled. "I know you do, baby." She reached down to tweak my
now-aching nipples. "That's why we'll do this again, without you quite
so drunk from now on."

"Can I cum now?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes, please."

"OK." Her wetness was so overpowering, so tied to my pleasure, that
realizing how wet she was sent me over the top.

I began to jerk, thrusting my hips hard so that I jammed in and out
fiercely. It took a minute of this before my cock was able to spout
the cum. It was a long, frustrating minute where I felt I was going to
cum, but couldn't. Suddenly, I was cumming. A lot.

After almost a solid minute of spurting, I began to giggle like a
fool. "Oh damn baby," I laughed, "I made you really wet."

"I know," she smiled, but her eyes seemed triumphant too. I understood
why in the morning, when I came to my senses. But now, when she lifted
off and rapidly brought her pussy to my mouth, I wasn't thinking
straight.

How could I have been? Her pussy was full of the cum I had a week
earlier found so distasteful. And yet, now my tongue was buried inside
her gooey canal as far as I could put it. It was a different sort of
wetness I was tasting, and the wetness flooded out so that I had to
literally swallow. I was being smothered by a creampie, and I was
loving it.

I heard her through muffled ears. I was making loud sloppy slurping
sounds, and her thighs and calves were like earmuffs. Even so, I heard
her say, "Oh yes, we're doing this again and again."

With my mouth full of pussy and creampie, I couldn't answer. All I
could do was think that I hoped that was the truth.