Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12

I clamped my hands on the back of the couch and shuddered, tilting my hips forward and pushing down so I could rock my clit against his cock. I felt myself gush slightly into my panties, and while I couldn't think of anything else but what I was feeling in the moment, looking back, I'm wondering now if he could feel how wet I was against him. I sighed and reached back to fix my ponytail that had come loose as I came down from the orgasm. He unlatched from my breast and looked at me with a big smile on his face.

"Do you always get so red when you cum?" He asked.

I felt my face grow hot and he laughed. I knew I didn't have to answer. I could see a drop of milk on his lower lip, and I gingerly wiped it away with my thumb, bringing it to my lips to suck clean. His smile fell as he looked distracted by the whole thing.

"You know... you CAN just drink from me. You don't always HAVE to make me cum." I explained, feigning irritation.

He let his hands slide down to my hips, his fingers gently rubbing the waistband of my panties. "Oh, trust me, I know. But I DO have to." He gave me a cocky smile, and I couldn't help smiling back. I shook my head slowly, realizing that maybe this whole thing was giving him some much needed confidence. I turned my hips and lifted my leg, giving his cock room as I got off of him.

"Well. I GUESS that means I should return the favor." I said sarcastically, yet unable to hide my smile. I pushed the table back again, and got down on my knees in front of him. I reached forward and took his cock in my hand, gripping him. I did my best to work my shoulders seductively, as I looked up at him. Watching his mouth go slack and his eyes lose a little focus as I started to pump him. I let my gaze drop to the task in front of me, and exhaled heavily as I watched my hand work him. He made my hands look so small-

---Can I just... take a second to vent here for a bit? God he has a nice fucking cock. It's literally unfair. I could have gone my entire life without ever seeing it or knowing what he's working with. But now I'm HERE. Fully aware that I'm not supposed to be doing this. That I'm not supposed to even THINK about this. And it sounds RIDICULOUS to me now. It's like if dogs could understand how GOOD chocolate is while fully cognizant of the fact that it's toxic for them. And no, it's not JUST about his cock, of course it's not. But it doesn't help. It started this whole thing. It would maybe have been different if I wasn't already curious and fantasizing, and he moved in and I just accidentally saw him one time. Maybe then I would have reacted the way I'm supposed to react, without all this time that I've had to think about it, about him, in this light. Maybe I'd have been so unnerved by the surprise of it all, and maybe I'd have still had the curiosity after seeing that, but maybe I'd have found a reason to make him move out to avoid having to deal with my own thoughts and fantasies, and maybe I'd have gotten over it. But that didn't happen. And now I'm HERE, in my bed, using my episodic memory to flesh out the notes I took from the day I MEASURED MY LITTLE BROTHER'S DICK. Soaking wet, and thinking about how easy it would be to go wake him up and... I don't know how my life got here. I have written hundreds of words at this point, chronicling how I got here, but I still... have moments like this. Where it's a lot. It's too much. I'm crying for some reason as I write this? The confusing part is... I love this. I love what's happening. What's happened. I love him, and I love getting to share this with you guys. I don't regret any of it, and I hope I never have to. But sometimes I am still overwhelmed by it all, and it's all just very surreal. I'm sorry I interrupted this moment with... whatever this was. But I just couldn't contain it anymore.----

-looking almost like I was holding two cans of Redbull stacked on top of each other. I used my other hand to tease his head, using the arousal leaking from him to coat his length as I slid one hand down his shaft, followed by the other, immediately followed by the first hand again, hoping to create the sensation that he was pushing through a never ending tunnel. I stopped and I started to seriously jerk him. Pumping my fist just behind the head, periodically changing the pace by using my other hand, or moving further down his shaft with longer, slower strokes. I held his balls in my left hand, gently kneading them in my palm, squeezing them slightly, causing him to twitch. His hips rose from the couch suddenly and he made an almost pained sounding moan, so I stopped.

I let my hands rest on his thighs, just next to his root. He opened his eyes and looked at me, he almost looked panicked, as if asking why I'd stopped. I sat up a little, putting my tits on display and twisting my shoulders to let them sway side to side. That caught his attention.

"Do you want to cum on them again?" I asked sweetly, tilting my head in mock innocence. His eyebrows knitted together as he nodded his head before I'd even finished asking. I bit my lip and gave him space to scoot his butt to the edge of the couch. I took his cock in hand again, gripping the middle of his length and tilting him toward me so I could use my other hand to lube him up with his precum again. I collected more and spread it all over my cleavage and the inner swell of my breasts, then sat up on my knees and moved forward to let him rest against my sternum.

"Fuh-huh-huck..." he sighed as I let my arms rest on him, pushing my shoulders together to make my cleavage tight around him. I fucking love it when he just sounds so in awe of me. It makes me feel so fucking sexy.

I bounced a little in place, keeping my shoulders together and letting him slide between my boobs, no-handsing this titfuck. It's a little more difficult, and with his size he was hitting my throat and chin occasionally, but it felt good. I stopped after a bit and switched to using my hands to keep my breasts together, the way I typically like to do it. I looked down and watched his cock between my breasts, and I moved to specifically trap the head. I pumped my breasts separately, letting my skin smother his head as I moved them against him. I separated them and smacked them together a few times with his head in the middle. I was just having fun with this. But I could see the precum practically flowing from him and I couldn't help but lick my lips.

I returned to the normal pumping, fucking his length, and staring at his head as I did it. Eventually I couldn't help myself, I stuck my tongue out and looked down, letting his head slide up my tongue on the downstroke. Tasting him as the slick bulb rubbed against and almost into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck!!!" He moaned shakily. Making me realize what I'd just done. I looked up at him.

"What??"

"I just... were you about to-?" He started to ask and trailed off.

I gave him a second to see if he would finish. Then I pointed to my mouth. "Would you rather cum here?" I asked, putting on the same innocent vibe. His cock lurched hard, and his eyes got wide. It was answer enough for me. I moved myself to get my boobs out of the way, and gripped his cock at the base, tilting it down toward me again. I swallowed and took a deep breath, then leaned forward and gave him a slow lick from root to bulb. Savoring the change in taste as I got to his head which was still releasing a healthy amount of lubrication for me.

I did it again, a little faster, sitting up higher as I reached the tip, and this time finishing by planting a loving kiss on the very tip. He twitched, and I loosened my jaw, pushing my head forward, letting his cock spread my lips as I took his head into my mouth. I closed my eyes, listening to him moan as I let my tongue tease along the underside of his head, tracing the ridge before curling up and over, and letting the tip gently slide against his little slit. I loved the taste, it was only the precum, but I sucked on his head and worked my tongue over him until it faded, and then I prepared myself to take more.

I've deepthroated my partners in the past... but it had been some time. And I'd never had anything this big in my mouth. I knew I was going to need practice to even attempt taking him. But I took another inch or two into my mouth and bobbed my head on those first few inches, feeling his hips shake. I took a little more, and a little more, and my jaw was starting to hurt. I decided to try though. I did my best to relax my throat, and I tilted my head, using my hand to angle his cock for me. I slowly pushed forward, feeling his head against the back of my tongue.

Suddenly I heard him groan and his hand landed on the top of my head, his fingers knitting into my hair. He didn't hit me hard, but I wasn't expecting it, and the sudden impact caused his cock to hit the roof of my mouth weird, and I felt myself start to panic. I carefully, but quickly pulled back, withdrawing him from my mouth. As soon as he was free, I turned my head and coughed, taking a few deep breaths.

"Oh fuck, oh my god I'm sorry! Are you okay?" He asked, clearly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm good, I'm okay." I waved him off. Swallowing and catching my breath. "I just... I don't think I'm going to be able to do THAT for you, tonight at least."

"It's okay! You don't have to do that." He looked at me earnestly. It made me want to try again, but I knew it wasn't a good idea. Now that I had calmed, I took him in hand again, and leaned forward, bobbing my head on his cock again.

"Oh, fuck, Bee!" He moaned and sighed. I could see him struggling to keep his hands still. He clearly wanted to touch me, and instead he alternated between balling his fists and grabbing at the couch. I sucked his head and fucked my face against him, with my hand gripping him just in front it my lips so he could feel like I was taking him deeper. With my other hand I reached between my legs, tugged the gusset of my panties aside, and fucked my fingers into myself, pumping them with the same rhythm I was blowing him with. I moaned around him when I made myself cum, and he moaned in return.

"I'm... I'm close" he said, surprisingly clear and measured.

I took him out of my mouth and pumped him with my hand. "Cum for me, please." I softly encouraged him. I put him back in my mouth, focusing on his head as I bobbed shallower, jerking him with my fist.

"FUCK!" He yelled. And his hips tensed. I closed my eyes and it felt like he expanded in my mouth before a hot jet of cum hit the roof of my mouth. Oh fuck yes.... I tilted him to aim against my tongue and another shot burst from him. I was loving the salty tang of him. Of his cum. I know that probably never sounds appealing to read, or talk about, it's hard to explain... but god... in the heat of the moment. I really love the taste of cum. He shot another few times. A surprising amount, I had to swallow when my mouth felt too full, and he was still going. I squeezed out the last of his cum onto my tongue, and swallowed again, before sucking him clean.

"Oh my god, stop-- too much!" He muttered. And I let him go with a satisfying -pop- and sat back on my heels, wiping my lips with my thumb. He caught his breath and I gave the side of his shaft a quick kiss before standing up and moving to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water to wash him down with. I stood by the sink and took a few sips, smiling as I watched his leg shake as he pulled his pants back up. He ran his hand through his hair and looked over at me.

"I- that was... fucking so good. Thank you?"

I nonchalantly drank a little more water. "You're very welcome."

I ended up finding my clothes, and changing panties. We sat on the couch together as we came down, and eventually I felt my stomach rumble.

"Look, as much as I enjoyed the appetizer, I think you got a little more to eat than I did. Can we go get some food now?" I asked, patting him on the thigh.

He laughed, "I'm actually kind of full to be honest. But I'll go with you."

I ended up ordering something for myself, and we chilled out and threw on a movie (The Nice Guys). I was actually kind of zoned out from the high of everything that had happened.

"Hey... seriously... that was amazing earlier. Thank you." He said suddenly.

I turned to him. "I'm so happy you enjoyed that. I did too." I rested my head on his shoulder, and ended up dozing off.

I actually woke up in my bed... so I guess he carried me here. I did my nightly skincare routine and brushed my teeth... already craving the taste of him again.

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Thursday, July 18th 2019

On Sunday, we chilled at home pretty much all day. I kept glancing over at him and could see that he was hard occasionally. I really wanted to touch him, to make him cum again, but I was trying to be mindful of not initiating things like that constantly. I would just feel better if he would initiate occasionally. I did a bit of teasing, and made comments about blowjobs, hoping he would get horny enough to want something, but before long, Kelly texted me asking if she could come hang out because she likes testing makeup on me. So she came over and we did that while he played games. We ate together and watched a movie before Kelly went home, and he and I talked for a bit about the day, played some games and went to bed.

The rest of the week has been pretty long, lots of busy days and our schedules not lining up again. I had to milk myself those days, as usual. And today was another long day, frustrating too. A server error caused one of my files to save to the wrong location, and so the people who needed to access it couldn't find it and were frustrated with me because they thought I just hadn't done my work. My local folder with the file iterations I'd had for the last two days somehow got corrupted as well, IT came to run diagnostics on my computer, I had to resort to an iteration of my file from Monday and rush to get my work back up to date and essentially redo what I'd done so far this week.

Then when I was almost done, they managed to both recover my files AND the other department found where my file from earlier in the day had been saved. So basically I'd wasted an entire day redoing a bunch of work for nothing. And then at the end, because of a setting IT had changed on my computer, I accidentally deleted an entire folder off of one of the servers, which essentially broke over a month of work from ALL departments over the last month and a half. At least, that's what I thought had happened. I went to my lead, panicked and scared to explain what I'd done, but I let him know, and after the frustration with my files earlier in the day, and the stress that we're under while crunching for this current milestone, he blew up at me. I felt small and cornered.

He's almost 7 ft tall, and he's very imposing despite normally being a very warm and fun boss. He stood at his full height and yelled while I was sitting at the chair by his door, and I couldn't help crying. My eyes started to sting, and by the time I noticed, the tears were falling from them. He noticed too and backed off immediately. It looked like it brought him back to reality because he looked shocked and softened quickly. I excused myself and went to the restroom to collect myself, and broke down into a full on sob in the mirror. I was really frustrated with myself for letting that happen. This industry can be hard as a woman. And I've made a point to never let myself cry in front of anyone, not at work. I try my best not to show weakness, to do my work, to do my best, and not let the occasional stress get to me. Once I've cried in the bathroom before this, on another bad day at a different studio, but actually doing it in front of my boss... I was embarrassed and angry at myself.

I cleaned up, fixed my makeup as best as I could, and tried to wait for the redness in my cheeks to go away. When I returned to my desk, I figured out what the problem was and realized that not only had I cried in front of my boss, stressed us both out as well as almost the entire studio, I hadn't actually deleted anything. The folder had been moved, and I called my boss over to show him what I was looking at and verify that replacing it would fix everything that had broken. It did, and we both breathed a major sigh of relief. He pulled a chair up next to me and apologized for losing his cool earlier. Assured me that he didn't mean to aim the stress of the day at me, or hurt me. It was an incredibly sincere apology. And we're all good now, but I was very drained after everything, and happy to finally get to go home at the end of the day.

So when I got home I was tired, and kind of irritable. My brother was concerned and asked about my day and I was kind of short with him, not mean or anything, just not talkative. I changed into comfortable clothes and sat on the couch next to my brother.

"Have you eaten dinner tonight?" He asked softly.

I shook my head. "I'm not really hungry."

He held an arm out, opening up his side for me to come closer. "Come here..."

I buried my face under his arm and curled up against him. I breathed him in and let out a long heavy sigh, closing my eyes. He rubbed my shoulder gently and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day. It's just one though. Tomorrow will be better. Plus it's Friday." He was trying, and it wasn't not working. I was just tired.

"I'm sorry if I've been a bitch to you tonight." I mumbled into his shirt.

"You haven't been! Not at all. It's okay, I just want to make sure you don't go to bed upset. What can I do to make you feel better?" He asked.

I thought he might have been hinting at something sexual, but I really wasn't in the mood. "I don't know." I breathed.

"Want to beat me at CTR?"

"No..."

"Game Grumps compilation?"

"Maybe...

"Do you need help with your boobs tonight?"

I realized how full I was as soon as he said it. I'd been too distracted by everything else to pay attention to how much my boobs were starting to hurt. "Yes please." I said pathetically.

"Okay." He agreed. He ended up putting on a compilation, and I took my top off. He didn't say anything, but I could still see the way he reacted when I exposed myself. It still made me feel hot, despite everything. I put the pillow in my lap and he laid down, his lips against the underside of my boobs.

I nodded to him, and he gently latched on. My nipples were still getting hard for him, but he did a good job of teasing me with his tongue and speeding up that process. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths as he started to suck on my nipple as soon as it was hard. When the milk started to come, I let out a whimpering sigh, the release felt so good. He moaned softly against me in response, and I could feel the stirrings of an orgasm building already.

I chose not to look at his cock and see if he was turned on doing this. I didn't have the energy or the drive tonight to please him. I felt guilty about it, but I wanted to keep tonight relatively innocent. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He looked so at peace, like he was in heaven. It made me feel so warm, and important, and loved. I just wanted to take care of him and give him everything he needed. I ran my fingers through his hair and gently played with his scalp. With my other hand I took his and placed it on my free breast, where he immediately started teasing my nipple with his fingertips.

He drained my left breast after a while, and then switched to the right. He wasn't doing the thing he does where he actively tries to make me cum, I think he knew it wasn't that kind of night. But regardless, I was on edge. I'd been holding off an orgasm for a while. His teeth grazed my right nipple and the sudden sensation sent me over the edge. I let go, and shook under him, my fingers gripping his hair, as I let my head fall back and I whimpered softly into the air. He made a sort of satisfied sound against my skin, and I held his head to my breast as I came down. He didn't stop until he drained the right breast, and then he sat up and licked his lips.