After we tongued the hell out of each other for about five more minutes, I got up and stood between his legs as I lowered the front of my leather suit, allowing my massive breasts to be viewed by everyone in the room. Miraculously, a silence befell the room, and the only sound that remained was the music. Ironically, it was “Do Me, Baby” by Prince. Everyone was in awe. I glanced around to look at Pierce, who was in a daze, before I decided to hold my left breast out for Trent to suckle on.
He eagerly took my hard nipple into his mouth and fed off it, slowly at first. Then he decided he wanted them both, grabbed a hold of each one, and rapidly moved his head and tongue back and forth from left to right. My pussy was getting so wet from all the excitement that I began to care less and less about who was watching. Besides, my identity was safe, and that was the beauty of it.
A waitress was walking past with a tray load of champagne flutes. I grabbed one and poured the champagne over my breasts so he could lick it all off.
The disc jockey cut off all the music so he could come and join the crowd of people watching the show. Needless to say, there wasn’t a single person on the dance floor. The only sounds left then were his sucking noises and my moans.
I unsnapped the crotch of my cat suit and climbed up on the table, lay in front of him, and spread my legs. I put the whip around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I told him he had to be punished for being such a bad boy and that he had two choices. “Eat my pussy, or face the whip!”
Trent started laughing and looked around at his buddies, who started ranting and raving again and giving each other high fives. “Shit, I’m not afraid of the whip, but I prefer the pussy!”
With that, he drew the clit of my freshly shaved pussy into his mouth and started sucking on it. My pussy juices were really flowing as he spread my lips apart so he could lick up and down the inside of each one, lapping up every droplet of my nectar.
Once Trent made me cum two or three times, I got up from the table and got down on my knees so I could get his dick out of his pants. The white contact lenses almost popped out my eyes when I saw how big it was. His dick was twice the size of Pierce’s. I realized there was a whole new world I had been missing out on by tying myself down to one man.
I took the tip of my tongue and slid it down the slit on the top of his dick, savoring the precum oozing out of it and admiring the way the veins were popping out as it pulsated. I gave his dick the royal treatment and proceeded to give it a wax job with my mouth. I could only fit about four inches of it in my throat, other than the head, because it was so thick and juicy.
I heard some sexually repressed sista yell out, “Oh no, girlfriend is not sucking his dick right in front of all these peeps?”
The hell if I wasn’t! I sucked and sucked until my mouth was sore and he shot a hot load of cum down my throat, making a warm lining in my stomach. I sucked his dick soft and then kept at it until it was hard again.
Then I got up and climbed onto the table on my hands and knees, and it was all too obvious that I wanted him to hit it from the back. He grabbed a hold of my leather-covered ass cheeks and gently slid the head of his dick into my throbbing, wet pussy. I had to take a deep breath to brace myself for the rest of it, because I knew he was about to knock the bottom out of my pussy. That’s exactly what he did!
Right there, in front of all his birthday guests, Trent fucked the hell out of me. I knew, at that moment, that he was the man for me and not Pierce. What started out as simple payback turned into pure, unadulterated lust, and I loved every minute of it. He fucked me so hard that tears started to run down my face from underneath my mask. Never has anyone fucked me so intensely, and I could barely stand it. It was a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, and before it was all over and said and done, my ass was turned the fuck out, my mind was blown, and I was in love.
He tugged on the wig, trying to force my pussy back farther on his dick. For a moment, I thought my ass was busted. I got a hold of it just in time to prevent my light brown hair from being exposed. I took Trent’s hands and put them on my breasts instead, so he could rub my nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers.
I sat all the way back on his dick and started riding it right there on top of the table, and both of us were panting and moaning. We fucked each other like beasts until we both exploded in unison and the tablecloth ended up covered with cum.
After he reluctantly took his dick out, I jumped up from the table and pushed my way through the crowd, my 40DD breasts still uncovered and bouncing up and down. Trent tried to run after me, but Pierce and the rest of his buddies were too busy bombarding him with comments, slaps on the back, and congrats for fucking the shit out of me in front of the whole crew.
I made it outside and took in some of the fresh, night air. I searched, through tear-drenched eyes, for the Toyota Camry I had rented so no one would see me driving my actual car. When I was pulling off, I saw Trent run outside and stop in the driveway, catching only a glimpse of my taillights.
I went home that night and fell asleep, dreaming about Trent. I woke up the next morning and took a long, hot shower. While I was in there, I fucked myself with the wooden handle of my back brush until I came all over the fiberglass surface of the bathtub.
For an entire week, I wouldn’t answer phone calls from Pierce, who kept leaving messages asking why I never made it to the party because he was waiting for me. Lying ass! Finally, he got fed up and showed up at my door, banging and demanding to be let in.
“What are you doing here, Pierce?” After I opened the door just a little bit, he forced it the rest of the way open so he could barge in.
“What the hell do you think I’m doing here?” He was mad and obviously stressed. “Why haven’t you been answering any of my calls, Noelle?”
“I’ve been busy, and besides, you were the one who wanted to cease and desist for a while so you could get your freak on with other women.” I had endured more than enough of his bullshit.
He looked at me and pulled me down on the couch beside him. “Noelle, I made a mistake. I miss you, and I was a fool. I made the mistake of thinking the grass was greener on the other side, but you’re the only one for me. I don’t want to see anyone else. It’s all about you and me, boo.”
It was all I could do not to laugh in his fucking face. Instead, I just looked at him with a perplexed look on my face. “Let me get this straight. You think you can come in here and lay down rules and regulations, and once I accept them, you have the audacity to try to take it all back?”
“I love you, and I miss being with you. I thought I wanted some sex fiend, but all I really need is you. Your innocence is what’s so truly special about you.”
That’s when I burst out in laughter. “Oh, really?” I paused before I continued, “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think there’s something you should know.”
Pierce got up and went in the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge, pretending that my last statement never came out my mouth. “Speaking of sex fiends, you should have seen what happened at the masquerade party. It was off the hook!”
I smirked. “What happened?”
“This girl showed up, someone none of us had ever seen before, and fucked Trent right there in front of every damn body. She was a straight-up freak!”
“Sounds like your kind of woman. You said you wanted freaky sex, right?” I didn’t know how much longer I could maintain my composure, because it was mad funny.