The first time I watched Sarah’s boyfriend’s pupils dilate as my tits spilled out of my intentionally too small top, I knew I’d won. She’d brought him to my penthouse party as some pathetic power play, her scrawny frame pressed against his side like a warning label. Poor thing didn’t realize I already knew exactly how he liked his balls squeezed during a deepthroat. By the time I “accidentally” brushed against him at the bar, my 34LLs leaving his arm sticky with glitter from my body oil, he was already shifting uncomfortably in his pants.
Sarah’s brittle laughter cut through the music when I pretended not to recognize her from Stanford Law. Oh, sweetheart, did you really think I’d forget the girl who cried during the mock trial? I let my plump lips wrap around the rim of my martini glass, watching her boyfriend’s throat work as I sucked the olive off the toothpick with an obscene pop. His fingers twitched toward my thigh where the slit in my dress revealed the top of my fishnet stockings, and I swear I saw Sarah’s acrylic nails crack against her champagne flute.
“Darling,” I purred, deliberately ignoring her to address him directly, “have you seen the view from my balcony? The city looks absolutely edible tonight.” His dumb nod was all the invitation I needed. Rising slowly, I let him get an eyeful of how my ass stretched the fabric to its limits before leading them toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind me, I heard Sarah’s stiletto catch on the rug, probably too busy glaring at the way her man’s pants were tenting over his erection to watch her step.
The second we reached the balcony railing, I leaned forward just enough to make my cleavage threaten gravity itself. His sharp inhale told me he’d noticed the way my nipples were already hardening under the silk. “You seem tense,” I murmured, deliberately pressing my bare thigh against his jeans. “Sarah never mentioned you had such… professional stress.” The dig was subtle but lethal, his girlfriend had clearly failed to satisfy him with her vanilla bedroom tricks.
Sarah made a noise like a stepped-on kitten when I suddenly dropped to my knees, the concrete cool beneath my stockings. “Oops!” I giggled, widening my doe eyes at her boyfriend as my fingers made quick work of his belt buckle. “Clumsy me!” His cock sprang free before Sarah could even process what was happening, already glistening at the tip from my earlier teasing. I made sure to lick my lips slowly, letting her see the practiced flick of my tongue before I swallowed him whole in one smooth motion.
Her gasp was drowned out by his guttural groan as I hollowed my cheeks, applying just the right amount of suction to make his knees buckle. I knew the exact moment Sarah realized I was better at this, her shrill “Stop!” turned into a strangled whimper when I locked eyes with her while deepthroating him to the base. My mascara didn’t even run as tears welled in my eyes from the strain, his pubes tickling my nose while Sarah’s manicured hands fluttered uselessly at her sides.
The vibrations of my moan traveled straight up his shaft when I pulled back just enough to swirl my tongue around the swollen head, collecting his precome like it was the last drink at the party. “Christ, your…your mouth,” he stammered, his fingers tangling in my platinum curls as I took him deeper than Sarah ever could with her timid little sucks. I let my lips stretch obscenely around his girth, making sure Sarah saw the way my throat bulged when I swallowed around him, a trick I’d perfected during my federal clerkship when stress relief came in nine-inch packages. Her whimper was sweeter than the champagne when I popped off with an exaggerated gasp, leaving his cock glistening with my spit under the city lights.
“Oopsie!” I giggled breathlessly, wiping my chin with the back of my hand while his hips jerked forward involuntarily. “Did I forget to warn you I don’t have a gag reflex?” Sarah’s face crumpled like a deposition gone wrong as I locked eyes with her and deliberately licked a stripe from his balls to the tip, my manicured nails digging into his thighs just shy of drawing blood. “You should really hydrate him better, sweetie,” I purred, nodding at the angry red veins pulsing along his shaft. “He’s practically parched down here.”
Sarah’s choked “You bitch!” was barely audible over the filthy wet sounds of me taking him balls deep again, my plump lips forming a perfect seal around his base. I timed my throat flutters to match the rhythm of her hyperventilating, each contraction dragging another broken moan from her boyfriend as his fingers twisted in my extensions. When I flicked my gaze upward, the way Sarah’s mascara streaked down her cheeks told me she’d recognized the exact tempo I’d used to make her moot court partner cum in his khakis sophomore year.
The balcony railing dug into my back through the silk dress as he started fucking my face in earnest, his thrusts growing sloppy the closer he got, just like I knew they would. My hands flew up to squeeze my own tits through the fabric, moaning around his cock loud enough for the neighbors to hear while Sarah stood frozen like the mediocre litigator she was. I timed the sharp pinch to my nipples with the moment his balls tightened, triggering his orgasm with the precision of a closing argument.
Hot ropes of cum hit the back of my throat before I pulled off just enough to let the last few spurts paint my tongue, making sure Sarah saw every pearly drop. “Mmm, somebody skipped leg day,” I teased, running a fingertip along his trembling thigh before licking it clean with a wink at his girlfriend. Her horrified expression when I swallowed with an exaggerated gulp was almost as satisfying as the way her boyfriend’s knees gave out, forcing him to grab the railing for support.
Sarah’s manicured hands were shaking so badly she dropped her clutch when I stood up, smoothing my dress down over hips that had ruined more relationships than her entire law review portfolio. “You should thank me,” I whispered in her ear while her boyfriend panted against the railing, my breath hot against her cheap highlights. “Now you know what a real orgasm looks like on him.” Her whimper tasted better than his cum when I kissed her cheek, leaving a perfect lipstick stain next to the tear tracks.
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