This choice: Well, there's that trick... • Go Back...Chapter #5Well, there's that trick... by: Unknown Your cousin Sam had been your friend since you both were little kids, even if she was a couple of years older.
She had developed into quite a dominatrix in her teenage years, which had made visiting her quite awkward lately; she never made a move on you, but more than once you caught her training someone. And she had no problem letting you watch.
A few weeks ago she decided to share a secret with you, if you ever found yourself cornered by a shemale and she wasn't around to help.
And now was the perfect chance to use it...
You spat on your hands and resumed your massaging, making sure to cover her member with as much of your saliva as you could. Recalling all the porn you had seen, you gently kissed the tip, earning a giggle from Jessica.
"Oh, how romantic!"
Ignoring her slightly mocking tone, you added more saliva to your hands, making sure most of it ended up covering your index finger.
And not using it to lube her cock.
To distract her in case she noticed, you open your mouth and engulfed the first inch.
Her cock tasted of floral soap and feminine musk, a strange yet not unappealing combination.
You slowly played with the tip with your tongue ans you advanced a few inches before going back, repeating the process as you kept eye contact with the groaning girl.
"Ah, that's it... I knew you were a slut when I saw you."
Moving your hands to kneed her butt, you choked a little as she pushed your head forward with hers, trying to control the rhythm. "Naughty boy, is my cock not enough? Here, have another taste."
It's now or never. Pushing her butt cheeks apart, your index finger searched around for a second before finding her asshole.
Jessica looked confused. "What are yooouuuuuhh! Ah!"
As she tensed and inserted a couple more inches that your inexperienced mouth could handle, you fought back against the coughing fit of you now obstructed throat and speared her with your finger, frantically fighting against her surprised inner muscles and finding your target.
"As you see, the prostate is the weakness of a shemale; most don't know it because shemales tend to be too big to fuck another girl's butt without hurting them. It's way more sensitive than a man's, and is a good tool to make them obedient little pets with repeated sessions. Isn't that right, darling?"
"Ye-yes, Mistress! YES! AAAAHHH!"
"Though it sure makes them make a bigger mess than usual*giggle*"
Sam's words were still clear in your head, so you relentlessly attacked her p-spot, rubbing and pressing against it with all the strength and speed your finger could master.
"Whhhaaa-whaaat is thiiissss?!?!" Jessica moaned, head thrown back and hips battering against your mouth, pushing her cock in and out at an uneven rhythm.
She moaned and cried, her smugness and control gone, each second reducing her more and more into a wreck as her brain was bombarded with a pleasure never felt before.
It was getting harder to keep attacking her rear and breathe at the same time, so you added the middle finger to the onslaught. Pressing and pinching her weak point was too much for Jessica.
She came, quickly filling your mouth and throat. Her grip on you weakened, so you managed to take her cock out and direct it to the side, missing you for inches as she splattered the wall and the floor with her load.
A moaning, sweaty mess, Jessica was trembling, crying out as you resumed your attack. The dwindling load sputtered back to life before her balls emptied, the member trembling as it kept trying to shoot out cum.
Her legs, covered in pussy juice, gave out as your fingers left her ass. You simply watched, coughing, at what you had turned Jessica into in under a minute. It was surreal, and quite exciting if you were honest with yourself.
Standing up, you washed your hands, face and mouth, before turning back to the cheerleader. She was still out of it.
"Uh, you okay?" You asked, slightly concerned.
Her eyes seemed to focus on yours before she jumped to her feet, arms hugging you and pushing you against her chest as she hungrily kissed you.
You were shocked for a few seconds before she released you and stepped back, apparently just as stunned at her actions.
She cleared her throat, trying-and failing- to act as collected and in control as before.
"Y-yeah, that was... acceptable." With trembling legs, she grabbed her clothes. "I... What's your name?"
"I'm Doug."
"I'm Jessica! I mean, you obviously know that..." Blushing, she quickly got dressed. "You make a decent... p-partner, so I'll let you know when we can have fun again. Okaythanksbye!"
Still dressing, she quickly walked out of the bathroom.
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