Losing it Ch. 01

"A-alright, Mildred. Make it quick," I announced, "if that gum touches my mouth, I'm gonna be pissed. Got it?"

"Thank you!" Millie bubbled up and climbed up next to me on the couch. Even with my threat, she seemed hesitant to spit the gum out and packed it away in her cheek or something.

I leaned my head over the back of the couch. Millie stood on her knees and leaned down over me.

Objectively, I'm going to say that she was awful at kissing. She'd obviously never done it before, and she was more interested in sticking her tongue as far into my mouth as possible than actually doing anything with it. The girl licked my molars at one point. What kind of freak does that?

I'm also going to tell you that I was dripping onto her parent's couch after she was done. Why? Because she treated that kiss like it was a fucking heist. She kissed me like she was never going to kiss me again; like she wanted to burn my taste straight into her forever memories. I wasn't a partner in that kiss, I was a venue; a vault full of loot carelessly left unguarded, and she grabbed everything she could carry.

I should mention, I'm a bit of a narcissist. I think that might have some relevance to the story. Because now, once the moment of hedonistic enjoyment at a virgin loser's expense is over, I have to reconcile with the fact that the loser virgin almost made me cream myself with a terrible kiss. Gradually, my pride and shame overtook enjoyment as she pulled away.

I managed to put on my bored mask before she opened her eyes, but it felt unusually shaky. Looking at her blissful face—like the face she made chewing the gum turned up to 11—it was growing increasingly difficult to feign disinterest.

That only fed my frustration. I was not getting turned on by this ugly little gremlin. I was turned on because she was so pathetic and malleable to me. I was turned on by her acknowledgment of my superiority. She'd be schlicking and fapping her little nerd brains out to this memory for the rest of her life.

"God, you suck at this..." I grimaced, rolling my eyes, "I hope your mouth is at least good for sucking dick, Mildy. 'Cause like... clearly it's not great for talking or kissing..."

"Th—th-thank you for the kiss... sorry it was bad. I—It's my first time..." she explained, climbing back down to her prepared place on the floor.

"I could tell..." I scoffed and sat up a little straighter.

I hoped I'd bought enough time with my performative bitchiness that my arousal wouldn't show. Nope. I uncrossed my legs, and my wood put an unmistakable tent in my skirt. It's the one time I envy XX girls. If they play it cool enough, they can more or less hide getting turned on until someone actually pets the kitty. Most of the time, at least. Not an option for me.

Millie gasped softly, staring for a moment or two.

"Y—you're already hard?" she asked, an accomplished smile spreading across her face.

"I haven't had a good blowie in a while, so I'm a little excited." I huffed. I was trying to knock her back down a peg, but it didn't seem to work. "Don't disappoint me too much."

"I'll do my best!" She beamed.

"And don't go poking your nasty fingernails inside anything, got it?"

Millie smiled, lifted my skirt, and softly flipped it back; completely entranced.

Her eyes lit up. My panties were doing a poor job of containment, and my cock was stretching them in an enticingly obscene way. Millie's eyes went a little wide as she released it from confinement, and gave it a few, tentative strokes.

"It's—so b-"—I smiled, knowing exactly what she was going to say, but anticipating it all the same—"beautiful."

That... wasn't what I expected. Nice, I guess, but unexpected. Not to brag, but like I said up top: I've got a fat cock. Like, a tallboy knob. 6 inches long, and a liiiiiitle under 9 around. Not too long to go all the way in, but more than thick enough to really stretch 'em out. Just like everything else about me—perfect.

(Actually? Bragging a little. Not sorry.)

I was kind of expecting the usual, "are you sure this thing is for humans?" line. But beautiful? That was...new.

I didn't have much time to think about it, because once she put it in her mouth, my brain kind of shut off for a bit. Another surprise—she was pretty good. I exhaled softly as warmth enveloped the tip, and I sank back into the couch. She must have practiced, which made sense. Giving me a blowjob was the one thing she had been specific about wanting to do.

It was the kind of head you could fall asleep to— in a good way, though. That ASMR succ. Millie's frizzy hair sweetly tickled my thighs as she moved up and down. A curled tongue waved back and forth ever so slightly, lips applying the gentlest suction. The sounds of suckling, humming, and an occasional moan tied it all together in a perfect rhythm; a sweet symphony that drowned my senses.

Truthfully, there was a big part of me that just wanted to let her work it. I wasn't exactly lying when I said it had been a while since I'd gotten any good head. Most people's jaws cramp up just getting around the thing. You try getting a coke can into your mouth without letting it touch your teeth. It's harder than you would think. (Or maybe not, that doesn't exactly sound easy now that I write it out.)

Unfortunately, I was too petty not to attempt sabotage. Remembering that I was—in fact—being paid for this by a loser who couldn't get any otherwise, I slowly slipped my legs over her shoulders and crossed one over the other. My off-hand crept slowly towards my crossed leg, eager to spring my little trap, and force her down.

I didn't get the chance though. Millie's eyes darted over to my hand, and she said something like, "Oowykeepfohf?"

Caught red-handed, I mumbled back, "Huh?"

Millie tried again, but the results weren't any better. On the third try, she pulled her lips off my meat and said, "Would you like a deepthroat, Mia?"

Now I was curious and aroused in equal measure. Her head game couldn't be that strong, could it? What kind of maniac practices deep throating before they've ever had sex? Her kinks so far were a neon sign that said, "I have low self-esteem." She asked me if I wanted "a deepthroat". She had anime sweatshirts for fuck's sake.

I decided to call the bluff.

"Well...I wouldn't be opposed." Tossing my hair behind my shoulder, I scooted up to the edge of the couch, and helpfully pulled her hair back. "Just don't barf on me, okay?"

This is why I don't gamble. Millie smiled, put her lips back on it, and fucking swallowed me whole.

"Oh fuck—"

I locked my thighs around her head to stop her from coming back up. I was worried she'd make me bust in seconds if I let her throat it at her own pace, especially when I was this turned on. She didn't seem to mind and kept working her tongue and throat despite her restraint. I managed to hold it together, but that was getting more difficult by the second.

"H-holy shit, aren't you a virgin?"

Millie nodded, with a nonchalant, "Mhm."

"H-have you ever given head before?"

She shook her head.

"Well, I hope you're getting your money's worth choking on it," I taunted.

She broke her gaze from mine and looked off to the side. It's always cute when someone gets embarrassed by something you say after they've been sucking you off for a few minutes already.

I laughed, but the reality was that she wasn't choking. Not even a gag or cough so far, and she'd been throating it for almost a minute. I rolled my hips around and squished her nose against the prickly regrowth of my pubic hair, but she still didn't flinch. In fact, she moaned. I started to get pissed. Little slag thinks she's hot shit? I had to teach her a lesson.

"Alright, you thirsty simp ... I'd normally charge you extra for this, but since you haven't been completely worthless"—I unclenched my thighs and jumped to my feet—"I'm gonna take the reins from here."

I grabbed two handfuls of her greasy hair, yanked my dripping dick out of her mouth, and slammed it back in. I paused, then did it again. And again. And again.

After I got into a nice rhythm, I saw her hands come up out of the corner of my eye. I sneered, expecting to feel them pushing on my thighs and to hear a gag reach my ears. I gasped a little when she started softly caressing me instead; my round ass with one hand, and my swollen sack with the other.

Frustrated at her apparent competence, I put one of my shoes on the couch, and used the leverage to put a little more hip into my thrusts. She was still moaning, her stupid, blemished face twisting in ecstasy.

"Are you actually doing an ahegao face, you fucking weeb!?" I growled, slapping her face against my pubic bone. "G-god... y—— such a fuck—mbarrassment."

I leaned my body forward and pulled her face down into my crotch as hard as I could. I'm surprised it didn't give her a fat lip, but I shouldn't be—her thin little lips probably don't have enough meat to swell, and her giant buck teeth were big enough to chew lumber.

...

I'd never cum that hard in my life.

...

I'm glad I had her face buried so she couldn't see mine. I managed to growl something nasty instead of moaning, but that was only because my shame and disgust barely overpowered my pleasure. The one hope I had left was that she would choke on my load, and it'd come out her nose or something. Nope. I came even harder when the audible glug-glug-glug of her carefully paced guzzling was accompanied only by her hums of delight. That just twisted the knife.

I kept her pressed against me long after she'd squeezed the final drops from my shaft, trying to steady my wobbly knees. Eventually, I pulled back and loosened my grip on her frizzy mop. Her lips shined with drool, which strung from my cock as she pulled away. Her cheap, clown-red, mom lipstick was smudged all around, including a particularly heavy transfer around my base. She looked up at me with her tongue out, showing off her completely empty mouth.

"I think I swallowed your gum..." she mumbled, her tongue still hanging out.

I slumped back on the couch and tried to catch my breath. She scooted forward, and rested her cheek on my lap, sighing with contentment. The bitter and petty part of me tried to think of something snide to say, but her negative qualities were strangely hard to place all of the sudden—like she'd sucked the wickedness from my soul. I laid my head back and started to drift, absent-mindedly running my fingers through her hair.

...

"Would you like something to eat or drink while you rest up?"

While I rest up? I fucked her face like a jackhammer, and she asked if I needed some rest? That brought a few negative qualities back to mind.

"Look, I'm just resting for your benefit. When you want me to stuff another hole, you just let me know," I said.

"O—oh, I should've known. I'm ready now," she apologized.

Truth be told, that was something of a lie, but I couldn't let her know that.

"Then get me hard and put the condom on, already. If you want me to blow your back out, the least you could do is take care of the prep work. God..."

"Oh! Of course! I'm sorry, I'll go get some..."

I pulled out my phone while she ran off. She came back with a Nightmare Before Christmas bag (of-fucking-course) which was filled with a frankly hilarious number of smaller drawstring bags, all of which were labeled. Why the fuck did she have so many?

"S-sorry. I didn't know if you had a preference, or what size you were..." Dork-ass set the sack full of neatly sorted raincoats on the coffee table. "...so I just bought a bunch."

"Kinda doesn't matter. Rubbers are always tight on me, but thanks for trying, I guess," I said, dismissively.

Millie picked a larger one from one of the bags, grabbed a little bottle of lube from the side pocket, and knelt between my lazily spread knees.

"I'm sorry you have to wear one. My parents would freak out if I was on birth control," she explained.

"What would they do if they caught you getting face-fucked on their couch?" I sneered.

"You don't need birth control for that..."

She delivered it deadpan, but I think she was trying to be funny. I thought it was funny, at least. I'm not sure though, because I didn't look up from my phone. I tried to tell myself it was because I didn't care, but I was honestly worried that the anticipation of feeling her mouth on my dick again would show in my face. Or the shame that came along with it.

God. I could never play truth or dare again. I'd have to spend the whole game doing dares. I'd be terrified at the possibility of being forced to tell a room full of people that the best head I ever got was from Mildy-fucking-Cheese. And it wasn't even close.

A more intimate sigh of pleasure escaped me when I felt her lips this time, and my cheeks started to burn. I flipped my skirt down over her head to make sure she wouldn't see. I kind of like that look anyway, so it was a win-win. She didn't react in the slightest.

It didn't take long for me to get hard once she started, but it felt so good that I considered asking her not to stop—Immediately kicked myself for that.

She gently stroked a dollop of lube on my shaft and put a few drops in the condom before she rolled it down. It was a little tight around my wide base, but her careful prep paid off. As she applied the lube to the outside, the friction of her strokes made my breath catch.

"All done, Miss Kamiya!" She gave a small bow like she was in a maid cafe or something.

"Took you fucking long enough..." I groaned, cringing a little.

As I started to stand up, she jumped back out of my way and stood patiently, albeit with an eager bounce. Guiding her by the shoulder, I brought her to the arm of the couch and bent her over it. I rolled my eyes and pulled her granny skirt to her ankles. I raised my eyebrows a little. Where I expected to find some hand-me-down panties to match her period-accurate suffragette skirt, there were instead a pair of spats— like, compression shorts.

After a few seconds, she looked cautiously over her shoulder and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Did you piss yourself or something?" I poked her weird choice of undergarment, which squished and briefly stuck to her skin—very damp.

"S-sorry... um... I..."

"Spit it out, drippy. I don't do pee stuff," I exhaled, frustrated and impatient.

"Nono... I just... I get really wet, especially when I'm trying to keep my cock soft. It's not anything gross..."

"Speak for yourself..." I grimaced briefly, but was immediately distracted by my next thought, "...why are you trying to keep your cock soft while you're fucking, you weirdo?"

"It just gets in the way... and things get a little messy,"

"This ain't messy to you?"

"I-It usually doesn't get that bad, but I um... I really liked going down on you. Sorry,"

I couldn't help but smile a little at that. 'That's right, bitch. At least you know a perfect 10 when you see one,' I thought to myself.

"You got this wet and kept your dick soft? Bullshit," I laughed, shaking my head.

"It's true, though!" she protested, pushing herself up to look back at me, "I've just had a lot of practice."

"Look, I'm sure you have tons of practice with soft dick, sweetie, but I'm not touching those..." I scowled, leaning away, "pull 'em down, and show me what I'm gonna be working with. If I don't feel too barfy after, maaaaybe I'll touch it."

Millie looked a little miffed but listened. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband, dropped them down around her thighs, and leaned back over the arm for my inspection.

My eyebrows and jaw both dropped a little bit in surprise. Millie's cock, tucked between her legs, slowly parted from her slick cunt as she bent over. It made a sound like a post-it peeling off the wall, and her juices strung between the X and Y bits as they parted. I grabbed it almost reflexively, which made her squeal and shiver.

I ran my other hand along her pussy, still in disbelief. Millie buried her face in one of the couch cushions to muffle herself as she drooled a few drops of clear, viscous liquid from both her genitalia.

She was telling the truth, though. Her pussy was slavering, but her cock was completely soft... and bigger than I expected. Like... as long as mine was when it was hard, though not even half as thick. Aside from being extra squishy, she was pretty much clean. No discharge, and no offensive odor or anything.

"D-do you want me to go wash up?" She hesitated.

"No, I believe you," I laughed, somewhat enjoying the feedback I got from teasing her.

She groaned, squealed, and gasped as I played, pinpointing her sweet spots, and avoiding spending too much time on them. I was a bit fascinated at how much she leaked without getting hard. I don't know how long I prodded and stroked, but she finally spoke up.

"Mia—Miss Kamiya, I mean... c-can we move this somewhere else?"

"Oh? Not enjoying yourself, Mildred?"

"No, that's— aaahh—not the problem. I—If we make a mess on this couch, my parents are going to know..."

"If we make a mess, dear?"

"If I make a mess... s-sorry..."

"Oh, what are you worried about? You haven't even gotten hard yet. You take pills for this or something?" I taunted, sliding a hand up to grope her ass.

"N-No... I—It's just starting to ache... I don't think I can keep it soft for much longer if you..."

"Aww, little Millie's balls getting blue? Well, wherever they are... nothing swinging down here. Just a slimy little pussy, and a big floppy cock."

"P-please, Miss Kamiya... I can't take it anymore..."

"Aww... don't you want me to fuck your little pussy?"

"YES—u-um... I mean... yes... I ju-"

"If I lose this wood dealing with your bullshit, I'm not waiting for you to put the rubber on again, and I'm not barebacking you either."

"I want it. I'm sorry, Mia. Please fuck me,"

I was getting a little more into it now that the freak had remembered her place. I leaned over and whispered, "If you can hold it in until I'm done with your nasty little slit, I'll let you put that pencil dick inside me."

Millie's eyes lit up, and she looked over her shoulder.

"I—inside?"

"Whichever hole you want, Millie. Both of 'em, even... if you can still get it up, of course,"

Her eyes lit up as she nodded.

"O-okay..."

I stood back up, and licked my lips in anticipation, running my throbbing cock up and down her pussy. I'd been talking a lot of shit, but despite the rest of her hideous form, she was pretty appealing from the waist down.

"W-will it hurt?"

I stopped and looked back up at her.

"I-I can take it, but... um... am I going to tear? ... I-I'll be quiet, sorry..."

I had stopped because her whining reminded me of my first time. Spoiler: it hurt. It burned like hell, I bled a lot, and the guy fucking me didn't seem to notice or care. I tried to fake moans while I was holding back tears, and I acted like everything was fine afterward because he said I was good. Sure, I'm a bitch now, but I was a scared virgin once too. I felt just a hint of warmth in my black, frozen heart.

"I'll go easy at first. Tell me if something doesn't feel right," I said

"N-no, I can take it. J-just do it however—"

I grabbed a handful of hair and hissed into her ear.

"I wasn't asking. You will tell me if it hurts. You understand?"

"Y-yesImsorryIwillIpromise."

I let go of her hair and gently patted her head.

"Good girl. Now relax...have you ever put anything here before?"