A Creamy Blast from the Past

Calvin's temper rose. "That's preposterous! You can't take credit like that!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Do you want me to clean your house or not?"

"You were never my girlfriend and you had nothing to do with my success!"

"Don't get so twisted up. It's not like I'm asking you for a check for half your money. I didn't come here to fight. I'm glad you've done well for yourself. I get that I peaked in high school. I clean floors while you lunch with the governor. I'm proud of you. Everyone always knew you were special, Calvin. I knew it most of all." A faint blush settled around the edges of Serena's face as she finished speaking.

"Is that why you tormented me? You were jealous?"

Her mood suddenly darkened. "We don't need to get into that. Let's just say I handle my emotions much better now." Serena's head lowered into her hands. "I'm not the same person I was back then. I'm not like that anymore. I've changed." Serena gazed out at Calvin through the gaps in her fingers, looking to him for a sign of forgiveness she knew she had no right to ask for.

Calvin used the opportunity to really let her have it. "You get off on domination and humiliation! It doesn't work too well now that you don't have me around to bully anymore! I could get a date with any actress I want and I bet you couldn't pay most guys enough to take a... a fucking shemale like you out on a date!"

"I deserve your scorn, but there's no need for slurs. I didn't come here to upset you. I'll just leave," Serena said, calmly now.

"No! You came here for a job. You're gonna do it." Calvin ripped his wallet out of his pocket and threw a wad of bills from it onto the ground. "Go on. Get on your hands and knees and shine my floors."

"No thank you." Serena got up from the chair and kicked the money out of the way to clear her path. "I don't know what I was expecting coming here. I'm sorry if I made you like this, Calvin, no amount of money can fix you."

Calvin grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving. "You're not leaving until I say you can leave. Unless you want me to call the agency you work for."

"Leave my job out of this," Serena said sharply.

"I'm Calvin John Hodges. I can do whatever I want." He grinned, feeling suddenly powerful.

"I'm warning you to leave my job alone, Calvin."

"You can't warn me anymore and you can't tell me what to do! After you leave maybe I'll just find out where you live and get you kicked out of there, too."

"If you don't stop you're going to be very sorry," Serena warned him.

"Not as sorry as the last guy who came onto you and then discovered you had a big, fat dick hiding in your pants." Calvin laughed nastily.

An new determination spread across Serena's face. She shook her head gently as though she were vaguely disappointed. "This isn't why I came here, but you've threatened and insulted me enough."

Serena took her phone out and scrolled through it before turning the screen toward Calvin. The color shrank from his face as his eyes fixed upon it. A picture of him was displayed on the screen. He had Serena's cock in his mouth.

"There's plenty more." Serena showed him two more as he sat there stunned. One with her huge hairless balls rolling around his face and the other with his head jammed between her butt cheeks.

"No more," he told her softly.

"I just shine floors, like you said. I don't know much about the corporate world, but I suspect board members and investors wouldn't be too happy seeing pictures of their CEO sucking a big, veiny cock plastered all over the internet."

"It would ruin my life."

"You were threatening to ruin mine not two minutes ago, Calvin."

"So, then, this is blackmail. How much money do you want?"

"I don't want your money. All those times I bullied you in high school, I never once took your money, did I? I took your lunch hour, yes, but not your lunch money. Let's settle this dispute like we used to in the old days," Serena sat back down in the chair and slowly unzipped her pants, "with a nice, sloppy blow job from my pal Angie."

It all returned to Calvin in vivid flashback, the hours he'd spent on his knees pleasuring Serena, that stinging feeling of humiliation as he had no choice other than to pleasure her. He thought he'd escaped it but he was back in high school again as he stumbled uneasily toward her. Serena pulled her waiting cock from her panties in a fashion that was all too familiar to Calvin.

"Why?" he asked, feeling the warmth that radiated off of it on his face. "I can pay you enough to buy sex any way you want it for the rest of your life. Why are you making me do this?"

"Partly because you give the best head and I've gone five long years without the feel of your hot mouth on my dick."

Calvin's face tensed. "What's the other part?"

"Well, you did threaten to have me canned from my job and kicked out on the street. This will be sweet and instant revenge for that." Serena pushed her fully-stiffened prick against his cheek so that it lined up with the curve of his face. "The last part is perhaps the most wicked. Because when we go back to our vastly different lives we'll both remember how I got the best of you again. You thought you were done sucking my cock a long time ago, but you're not done until I say so and we'll both know it. I might shine floors, but you're going to shine my dick with your mouth just one more time."

"You haven't changed that much since high school after all."

Serena gave an uncomfortable sigh. His judgement stung, yet she tried not to let it show. "Stop stalling and start sucking," she told him.

Calvin kissed the hardened slab of girl meat the way she'd taught him to do in the old days. He dragged his wet tongue along her length as she moaned peacefully. His hand then wrapped around her thick base as he teased the big, spongy tip with his tongue.

He took the large helmet into his mouth and sucked it, lightly, allowing for his tongue to continue its teasing stimulation around the flared edges. Calvin took one inch at a time between his lips, filling his mouth with her thick shaft and letting his tongue brush in leisurely waves along the underside.

"Oh, Angie! You're doing such a wonderful job. You haven't forgotten a thing." Calvin tightened his lips and let his cheeks cave in around her girth. "You might have even picked up a few things," she breathed, stroking his hair.

Calvin took her weighty balls into his hands and massaged them with his fingers. When he wasn't stroking them in his palms, he teased and tickled her big, hairless orbs by using the very tips of his digits to brush softly around their circumference.

"It's been enough years now. Maybe I need to start calling you something else. How about Scarlett... or Kat?" Serena pushed down on the heels of her feet, raising her butt in such a way that another inch of her dick disappeared between Calvin's lips. "No, I think I like Angie. Who cares if the reference is dated? It's ours."

Calvin wanted to ignore her bravado. He wanted to spit her fat girl cock out of his mouth and jump off of his knees. He would have paid a lot of money for that privilege and so he did the next best thing, redoubling his efforts to make her cum quickly and get it over with.

Calvin pushed his face lower down Serena's cock, swallowing drips of pre-cum, swiping her with his tongue in swift circles, and sucking fiercely. Everything he did was having the desired effect, if the frequency of Serena's moans and the vigor with which her fat staff throbbed was any indication. His head bobbed on her length as he whipped his wet tongue all over her meat.

"You're bringing me to the edge," Serena panted. Turbulent flashes of both desire and satisfaction adorned her face. "You absolutely could have had a career sucking dick if your other career path didn't work out," she said, her tongue just then lolling from her mouth.

It felt as though he was trying to suck her entire body into his mouth when his cheeks collapsed in around her and he sucked her hard slab from a place deep inside his throat. Serena felt every pleasurable swipe of his tongue and every swallow his throat made through her toes and on the goosebumps dotting her arms. She took a last look at Calvin, sucking her needy girl cock intently on his knees, before shutting her glassy eyes and giving in to a rapturous orgasm that couldn't be fought.

"Can't hold it - CUMMING!" she shrieked, a trembling shudder of pleasure lurching through her rigid body. Calvin screwed his lips tightly midway down her shaft and kept up the rhythm of his sucking mouth, gulping down her hot seed as it arrived in gushes.

Serena put both hands on Calvin's head and pumped her thick butter in hot blasts down his throat. Every time her fat tip twitched it meant another sticky volley of girl jizz coating his stomach like cream in a doughnut. By the time she stopped loading him down with sperm his stomach was full, his lips were cream-coated, and a strand of glistening semen hung stickily from his chin.

Serena grinned, wiping his little chin off with her thumb and then pinching it. "I think that was your best one yet, Angie. Does my seed taste the same as it did five years ago?"

Calvin pushed away on the sleek, checkered floor, wiping his mouth off with his arm, and staring off vacantly into a space beyond her head. When he was sucking her he'd had something to do, something to focus his attention on. Now he was faced with the full nature of what had taken place between them, the very thing he'd sworn five years ago would never happen again. Serena looked at him closely and sensed some of this, much more keenly than she could have in the past.

"Can you leave now?" he asked softly.

"Not yet. Your mouth just felt so good on my dick I want..."

Calvin quivered, his limbs going halfway limp. This was what she would say when she made him lick her ass until he came from masturbating himself, the most humiliating act she could think of.

"Please, I'll lick your hole, just let us finish quickly."

Serena studied his movements and mannerisms closely, letting the moment drag on, seeing how beaten he was. She lifted Calvin up and placed him back in his chair. The back of her hand caressed his warm cheek. She sunk slowly to her knees in front of his chair.

"I was going to say I want to repay the favor." He looked down at her, a farrago of puzzlement and surprise etched on his face as she worked his pants open. "It would be hard to convince you of this now, but I have changed since high school," she said a half-second before swooping down and taking his soft cock into her hot, sucking mouth.

Serena's lips sat at the base of his cock, holding it fully in her silky, wet mouth, allowing it to grow to its full size completely engulfed inside. A soft groan flew past Calvin's lips, his dick twitching itself larger, until it had achieved its full length, and was enclosed snugly in her mouth.

Calvin's stiff tip poked against the hot, muscular entrance of Serena's throat. She held perfectly still, acclimating his manhood to the extraordinary pleasures of her mouth. Eventually she began to suck, gentle at first, growing steadily in strength, the tender sound of it taking on a melodic quality in Calvin's head.

Serena massaged him with her lips and used her tongue to brush lovingly down his shaft. She put her hand on his thigh and felt him trembling, her mouth cradling his entire length and her tongue adoring it. Serena heaped every pleasurable sensation she could upon his hard prick, showing Calvin a side of herself she'd never been able to in high school.

She hadn't been trying to make him cum yet, she'd wanted to worship his manhood first, take him on a journey of sensations, until she was satisfied that he'd dropped his guard. Now she marshaled her considerable talents to earn his load. Serena bobbed her head on his length, keeping her hot tongue against him, slurping ravenously, her soft lips remaining glued miraculously tight around his girth.

Calvin had to screw his eyes shut and ball his fist to stop himself from erupting immediately. He breathed like a racehorse when he wasn't moaning. His legs had long since turned to jelly. He wound his hand in her hair and then promptly removed it. His cock glistened and looked larger than it ever had when Serena pulled back and sucked only on the head for a brief interlude before plunging forward and gobbling him back into the warm, velvet-like cocoon of her mouth.

Her tireless tongue, fawning lips and heavenly mouth added up to more than the sum of their parts, blending together to ruthlessly coax the semen from his body as though it were that on which her life depended. Calvin couldn't hope to delay his orgasm against this onslaught and felt a wave of both physical and emotional relief as he gave in.

"I'm cumming!" he cried simply, the sperm boiling through his throbbing pole and emptying into Serena's mouth.

Serena stroked his shaft with her hand while sucking on his firing tip with enormous force, gulping down his creamy offering. She swallowed his entire load like this, milking him, his entire body aching with pleasure, until she'd teased the very last drop out of him. Serena popped his cock from her lips dramatically and gave the shaft a quick kiss, her fingers tickling his balls.

She pushed off the floor and wiped her face with a tissue from the table before ruffling his hair and saying, "Don't worry, the past will stay buried. You'll never have to see me again. Try not to think of me if it troubles you too much." Then she left. Calvin remained speechless throughout. He remained speechless for some time.

***

Calvin took no food for the rest of the day. He went to bed sullenly, avoiding work and anything which might constitute social interaction. He awoke the next morning not any better. The murky clouds in the sky were no darker than the uncertain storm brewing inside him.

Seeing Serena had mixed him up, brought back old feelings, stolen away his self-assurance. Visions of her plagued his dreams. His confidence had been drained as surely as their cocks had been. He didn't feel like working or seeing anybody and as the days slowly rolled on that wasn't changing.

Calvin made moves to leave his company. He studiously avoided all financial news so as to not hear how badly the stock was tumbling. He felt like shutting out the outside world entirely. His ability to function walked out the door when Serena walked back into it.

Thus it came as a surprise when Serena barged into his bedroom a couple weeks after her first visit during one of his all afternoon naps where he never slept.

"Your man at the door let me in again. Who has a butler anyway? You made your money in tech, not 19th century textiles."

"What are you doing here?"

"I figured you would have instructed him not to admit me. I had a bunch of plans to distract him that I never got to use." Serena sat down on the bed.

Calvin scooted away from her on the bed. "I won't do it again and I won't be blackmailed. Put whatever you want out there for everyone to see. I don't care anymore."

"That's why I'm here." She was acting casual and playful, but there was more going on beneath the surface. She patted the sheets on his bed while looking in his direction without actually looking directly at him. "They're saying on the internet that you died."

"What?" Calvin exclaimed.

"Yeah," Serena laughed, more from nervousness than genuine amusement. "They say the company is keeping you alive in name only to blunt the damage in the stock market. Crazy, huh?"

"Yes," Calvin said cautiously.

"I kind of wanted to see for myself."

"Still alive. If that is the outcome that you wanted."

"You're worse than I thought. You don't seem like yourself."

"Well, you don't know me very well," Calvin told her dryly.

"I took something from you. I thought I gave it back when I returned the favor, but I think I just muddled things more. So I'm here to really give it back this time if I can."

"I still don't have a clue what you're talking about." Calvin checked his watch on the nightstand.

"You should fuck me, Calvin. Right here. Right now."

Calvin was glad he'd gone for the watch instead of the glass of water because he would have spit water all over the bed rather than just slam the watch back down if he had. "I should do what?! No, I should do no such thing. I neither need nor want any kind of pity sex from you. Haven't I made it clear already that I could have any woman I wanted?"

Serena gave a knowing nod. "Any woman didn't make your high school years hell. Any woman didn't force herself on you sexually any chance she got senior year. Any woman hasn't inflicted on you the mental and physical tolls that I have. I want you to take that all out on me when you fuck me. Then you can go on with your life. Unleash hell on my ass for everything I've put you through and maybe you can heal."

Calvin was finding it hard to speak. The pit in his stomach and the cotton in his throat wouldn't seem to let him say anything. "Are you crazy?" he choked out, knowing the answer.

"Remember all those lunch hours I made you miss. The way it made you feel when I called you Angie. Or all the times I made you masturbate while licking my sweaty ass. Wouldn't you have loved to have pushed me down and rammed your hard cock inside me? Held me down and screwed me with all your might! Made me your bitch for a change? Really made me feel it? Feel it for everything I put you through."

"Yes," Calvin admitted, his voice low and steady.

"Then do it. Now's your chance. Do it and move on. Correct the mistake I made when I stepped back into your life."

"How do we begin?" Calvin asked awkwardly after contemplating it for a moment. He didn't know if her offer had much wisdom in it but suddenly he felt the urge to take her up on it.

Serena chuckled. "Well, I don't imagine we'll do much kissing. It's your rodeo. I'm going to close my eyes. Make your move and I'll go with it, and if I don't, MAKE ME."

Serena shut her eyes and kept them screwed tight, leaving Calvin in a somewhat perplexing situation. He reached out to begin to touch her, pulling his hand back before he could. Nothing he thought of to do seemed quite right.

"Hurry up, Angie! I thought I'd at least have a dull ache in my ass by now."

Calvin meant to groan in protest, but the end came out more like a growl as he was overcome with a burst of newfound energy and used it to lunge at Serena. He seized her in his claws and pushed her stomach first, himself on top of her, their bodies laying horizontally together on the bed. Calvin pressed his cock, growing rapidly, against her butt. He pushed her hair away and sucked her neck, humping her hot, pillowy cheeks with his manhood.

"Do you really think this will help me?" Calvin asked, taking a break from her neck to speak in a low voice near her ear.

"Get my pants off and we'll see." Serena rubbed her butt against Calvin's erection.

Their pants disappeared quickly, Calvin ripped his off his legs and threw them across the room. Serena in a blur had spit into her hand and rubbed it in her crack. He spread her cheeks and watched the tiny hole he'd smothered in kisses so many times wink at him. Calvin's dick was throbbing angrily by the time he shoved it past her tightening sphincter. He groaned as her hot, moist insides sucked him in and wrapped him up in their vice-like grip.

Calvin grunted savagely as his rod plumbed her anal depths. Serena dug her nails into his 1,000-thread count sheets and took every enraged inch, her asshole clinging to his girth. The full, helpless, burning sensation his thrusting prick yielded made Serena want to squeeze down with her powerful anal muscles, but she resisted, for fear that it would make the pain worse. Calvin reamed her hole as though it had been his idea, pounding his manhood into her quick and hard, his skinny legs tensing along with each snap of his hips.