My Good Girl

Julian leaned forward. "I panicked, Tari... you got along so well with everyone and they liked you. And you didn't want a relationship anyway-"

"-I didn't want to get attached to a guy I was just fucking in Japan!"

"-That's why I said it was nothing serious!"

"You think I want to travel seventeen hours from Jakarta to Zurich for some rando?"

"-Is that what you're pissed off about? Me introducing you to people important to me?"

"Fuck off." She pressed a palm to his chest, resisting the urge to melt against it. His voice washed over her, braiding a spell around her neck and leashing her to him. "I just wanted to know where I stood."

"I'm not apologising for showing you to people that meant something to me," he told her firmly.

"I'm not apologising for telling you no either."

"And now you're mad at me because I almost slept with your friend?"

"No."

"So why are we arguing then?!"

A small thoughtful silence descended between them and she moved to get off his lap.

"Are you mad at me because you still want me, kitten?" he asked, holding her firmly against him.

A deep rapid blush spread from her cheeks, disappearing down her neck and under the delicate silk. "I don't know. Yes... maybe," she pushed against him a little more as his mouth drew closer. Her eyes darted to the door of Debbie's room. "This just got more complicated."

"This is a second chance, my pretty kitten."

She crossed her legs only to have his large hand pry them apart. "Don't you start, J."

"... my sweet pet."

She shuddered as he pulled her to him, ignoring the melting resistance. "I bet you call all the ladies that."

"... my hungry little cocksleeve."

She looked up at him, eyes widened - desire burning white hot in her chest as it descended between her legs, his hand pressed flat against her crotch, making her gasp as he grabbed the back of her head by the roots of her dark hair. He pulled her head back, making her face him before kissing her deeply for several seconds that felt like more. Her red lips no longer immaculate but smudged across her skin in faint streaks. He was sure that he wore her colours on his skin now. It didn't need to be said. Tari's voice escaped her throat in the most delicious little whimpers. "... Get the fuck out of my house."

He gripped her by the jaw and held her close as she squirmed against him, her ass grinding against a straining bulge. "Are you... still fond of me?"

"... yes."

Back in Japan, he had never forgotten the way she held his face as she straddled him. In the dim light of the hostel room, cast blue because of the window film they used. The way she had pulled his head back and traced each feature of his face - running her finger tips over his brows, the cheekbones... the slope of his nose. That level of adoration, which was then new and still unmatched, made his cock twitch whenever the image ran through his mind. His own fingers retraced the movement of hers according to that memory - her full dark brows, the gentle flutter of her eyelashes against his skin, those high cherubic cheekbones and that small sensuous mouth.

His thumb rubbed lightly across the bow of her lips before pushing his thumb in, past the edges of her sharp teeth and onto her wet and pink tongue. She sucked a little and bit down, making him hiss and in response, gripped her by the throat as he stood, pulling her to her feet. "Is that your room?"

"...Don't." She glanced at Debbie's room.

"Don't what?" his voice reined in her gaze.

Tari groaned, closing her eyes as she looked to the ceiling, blinking her surroundings back into focus. "Please, Bull... don't," she pleaded half-heartedly, breathless as her fingers gripped his shirt both in restraint and need.

"There she is - my good girl," he said, hoisting her to him by her waist, her shapely legs wrapping around his hips making him smile. That term -- Bull - only felt right when it came from her mouth, spoken with such desire in that sweet voice so delicate when she allowed herself to just be. One small hand cradled the back of his head, fingers snaking among the roots of his hair. "I'll take that as a yes."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, biting on her lower lip as she felt his large palms cup her bottom, squeezing lightly before pausing at the side of the bed. Tari pulled her face away far enough to look at Julian - his parted lips and deep breathing mirroring her own. She could see the gears moving in his head as he tenderly laid her down and turned on the soft night light at her bedside.

He knelt down in front of her, large hands on her calves as he ran his flat palms up towards her thighs, wordlessly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them off her. Smiling at what she wore under the dark denim, he kissed the skin of her thighs. "I always did love red on you. I kept seeing you in my head each time I saw a red dress. You haunted me."

"Apparently, not enough," Tari breathed.

Julian gripped the red lace of her panties with his teeth dragging it down as his thumb took care of the other side, watching the elastic lace stretch and roll into a thin line down over her knees and finally off her ankles. "Take off the blouse. I want to see my girl," he growled, taking her naked left calf into his hands, planting a soft kiss on the top of foot... and another at her ankle, moving upwards as she undid the buttons.

A button undone and then two, the soft curves of her breasts, small but proportionate to her frame, flattened out against her ribs, exposed as she tugged her blouse open. His kisses, now at her hips as his hands pressed down a few inches below her navel, finding that spot-

"Oh my...fuck...."

His green eyes crinkled, tiny crows feet at the corner as he kissed her hip, pleased at the gasp he elicited from her just as her blouse and bra came undone, landing at his feet. He rested his cheek against his palm as he looked at her - golden-skinned and ripe as she lay nude, her back arched, her right leg bent at the knee as she sighed.

His lips brushed the inside of her thighs, the slight trace of his tongue tasting the salt off her skin, the fine veins that showed green under her sun kissed skin, glowing beautifully in the warm tone of her nightlight. "What does my girl want?" he murmured, kissing her in between syllables, each planted closer to her core. He breathed in deeply, making her sigh; his hot breath washing deliciously over her pussy - small, neat and waxed in its dark brown-pink folds. His lips brushed against the outermost pleats, making her whimper. "What does my girl want her bull to do?"

Tari's back arched, lifted by some invisible force by the ribs as she propped herself up on her forearms. She glanced downwards, blushing as she always did when she was naked in front of someone, and looked at Julian's green eyes, turning hazel by trick of the light. His steely gaze held steady as he inched closer, blinking slowly each time he relished the feel of her against him, feeding her desire with his. Each kiss pushed her closer to the brink....

"I want your mouth, please, fucking bull," she moaned.

The epithet made his cock twitch in his pants. Groaning, his tongue, wide and flat, pressed against the length of her glistening slit. Her taste flooded his mouth as he lapped away at her, hot breath against even hotter flesh. She throbbed against him as he neared her clit, running his tongue over and around it; knowing better than to touch it with his fingers. He remembered with more than a touch of self-congratulation how sensitive she was there and it pleased him to no end seeing her little hands grip the bed sheets, knuckles white with tension.

"Oh my God," her sweet voice broke, sharp at the edges as she watched him fumble with his belt buckle, grey slacks falling to his knees as his hands began to move in that manner she had always enjoyed. "I want to see you."

"I want to see you too," cut a voice at the door. Debbie, still in her tight black dress, stood watching the pair. She was all tousled hair and barefoot, her face made unreadable by the backlight of the living room.

"Debbie, fuck!" Tari turned to the door, pulling a pillow to cover herself as Julian pulled his pants up. She got to her knees and held the pillow to her chest, feeling alone as she looked at Julian, "It... is exactly what it looks like but I can explain."

"Tari and I met in Japan," Julian said. "I didn't know when was a good time to tell you. And one thing led to another."

Tari raised an eyebrow at him. "One thing led to another? Really?"

"Do you have a better way of putting it across, little miss?"

Debbie walked into the room and sat down on the chair Tari had by her bookcase and vanity. "I'm not that stupid," she crossed her legs and leaned back, her voice the kind of steady only a drunk would use. She eyed Julian. "You've been looking at her all evening."

Julian let out a deep breath.

"And you," Debbie glanced at Tari, "You've refused to look at him and suddenly you're talking and whispering in the dark at the movies. Also Jules... Julian..." her graceful manicured hands moved in the manner of weighing scales. "I should have picked up on that earlier."

Julian adjusted his pants, tucking in his white shirt. "We had no idea until we saw each other."

"Bet you were happy Zach left," Debbie laughed, running her tongue along her teeth. "Anyway," Debbie paused, consuming the scene and running her eyes up and down Tari. "Don't go. Tari's naked and God knows she hasn't been wrecked in ages."

"Debs!"

"It's true, isn't it? I heard everything on that couch." Debbie went on and smiled a little as she stood up and walked over to Julian, her hand on his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder, brazenly pushing his pants off him where it fell rumpled around his ankles once more. "I've always wanted to share a man. Come on, Tari. We both like him. And the way you went on about Julian in Japan. Is his cock really that good?" She turned his face to hers and kissed him needfully, wrapping her hands around his neck as she whimpered. Her long fingers held him, feeling the weight of his flesh in her palms.

"You're drunk, Debs," Tari tried to keep the annoyance away from her voice.

Julian groaned despite himself, the haze of lust and confusion making it hard for him to focus on what to do. "You weren't kidding about the mood swings."

The sound only made Debbie giggle even more. "Tari, it's huge! And it's not even fully hard!"

Tari bristled, her eyes narrowing as Debbie made her move. Half her brain made a mental note to start looking for a new apartment. The other half resisted the urge to yank the much taller woman down to her knees by her waist-long hair. "Do you want to be shared, Julian?"

He wasn't that socially clueless. This was a second chance. He had said it himself. "No," he politely but firmly removed Debbie's grasp from his cock before his animal brain betrayed him. "But we do owe her." He ran a finger along Debbie's jaw as his other hand beckoned to Tari to come to him. "Go sit in the chair, Debbie. And no cumming until I say so."

Debbie started to protest, "Why should I?!"

"Go sit in the chair, slut," Julian's voice commanded, hard and clipped at the edges. "You've been watching us all evening anyway. If you behave, we'll see."

Debbie's eyes flashed in annoyance but she returned to the chair, folding her arms as she did. She eyed Tari, watching her remove the pillow and go to Julian, who sat on the corner of the bed.

He was naked from the waist down, a large, tanned muscular thigh on either side of the corner as his massive cock hung over the edge. It was already semi-hard and starting to drip - a single pearl of precum was already collecting right at the tip. He pulled Tari to him, kissing her deeply, tasting her mouth as if drinking from a clear spring, running his hands over her curves. "It's just for a few minutes, sweetheart," he murmured softly only for her to hear.

"I don't like sharing, Jules..." she kissed him back just as fervently, unbuttoning his shirt. Her little hands slipped under the white fabric and pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms, undressing him completely. She pulled away to appreciate his form, a finger tracing his clavicle before she nodded. "But all right."

Squeezing her breasts, hips and ass before gently pushing her head to his thigh. "Show her why you're my kitten, pet."

Tari lowered herself obediently between Julian's legs. She knelt with knees apart, her palms pressed to the floor between them, pushing her breasts together. Julian stroked her hair and lifted her chin towards him, kissing her one final time before releasing her from his touch, her head tilting adoringly against his retreating palm. She slowly opened her eyes and instead of going straight to his cock as Debbie expected, she lowered her head to his feet, planting a single kiss on the top of each foot before choosing his left to focus on. A kiss on the ankle first. Then a series of kisses going upwards from calf to shin, her tanned body encircling his leg as her mouth moved along his knee, his thigh... the inside of it. Her hands caressing each well-defined muscle, leaving no part of him untouched. Her finger tips danced over his hip as her kisses finally got within range of his rapidly stiffening cock.

"Fuck," Julian leaned back and pushed his hips slightly upwards to allow Tari more access. He loved the feel of her soft lips, sensual and pink - having kissed most of her red lipstick off.

Debbie watched as her friend - sensible, distant Tari - worshipped and adored Julian's form. Her face was tender as she finally nuzzled his cock, taking the huge shaft with one hand as the other steadied herself. Tari closed her eyes and kissed the side of it as it rested against her cheek, letting the cockhead spread the drop of precum across her skin as her lips wrapped around one ball, suckling it lightly. Her eyes darted to Debbie's own before she closed her eyes, blinking slowly as she refocused her efforts, a muffled moan slowly vibrating through Julian's crotch when she did so. "Darling Bull," she sighed as she switched to the other ball, her body curving as she shifted her weight to her other hip. Her pink tongue flat against her chin as she gathered as much of his skin into her mouth, much like she did with the candy earlier in the evening, only more wanton.

Debbie squirmed in her seat as the scene unfolded before her. It was hotter than anything she had ever seen. Two beautiful people, the size difference between them... the sweet way Tari adored Julian, and the manner in which he returned it with equal parts lust and desire, made her want it for herself. And why shouldn't she? He was the one who approached her on the plane.

Debbie pulled her dress off, stripping herself naked as she remained on her chair. Where Tari was short and curvy, Debbie was lithe and athletic. Her slight frame, the envy of many. "Oh my God..." she breathed as she slipped off the chair. "How big are you?"

"Eight and a half inches."

"I want to suck it so bad."

"You think you can deep throat this too?" Julian asked, his voice guttural as he buried himself in Tari's gullet. "Tari's doing a really good job."

Tari rolled her eyes but felt Julian's cock twitch. His eyes fell to hers and she stopped pleasing him for the moment. "Come and watch."

"I don't want to just watch,"

"Then sit down and shut the fuck up," Tari snapped even as Julian's hand swept over the crown of her head. She returned her mouth to his cockhead, licking the entire shaft from root to tip, before enveloping it with her lips and pushing it inwards onto her tongue as she suckled carefully at it; taking more of his cock into her mouth with each downward bob of her head, intent on burying her nose into the root of his cock. Her fingers hadn't forgotten him either - they cradled his balls and pressed delicately against his taint in small circular motions. His organ distorted her face, stretched out her cheek and, to Debbie's surprise, slipped down her throat with Tari gagging only slightly. Julian's large body shuddered in her hands, groaning as she touched each intimate spot with precision. Tari coughed after a few seconds and allowed Julian's hard cock pull out, wet and covered in frothy spittle; hitting her chin on the way out as she met Debbie's eyes.

"Annoyed, Kitten?" Julian chuckled, recognizing the steel in Tari's expression. "Think you can handle a little competition?"

She looked up at him and pushed the inside of her cheek with her tongue as she chuckled darkly. "Come have at it, Debs. I'll even let you have the shaft."

Debbie didn't need to be invited twice. She got down on all fours and crawled over. Her body was long and lean, needing more space between Julian's legs. He spread them even wider to accommodate both Tari and her. The two of them looked up at him, his massive cock between them - two attractive women as different as night and day. He felt their mouths on him, Tari's familiar one on his balls, suckling him carefully as Debbie's new tongue, unsure and shocked at his girth, licked away tentatively at him. Two sweet tongues bathing his cock, peppered with the sounds of soft moans only drove him to gently thrust his hips upwards, needing a mouth to swallow his shaft whole.

Tari sighed and got to her knees, pushing Debbie aside with a gentle nudge of her shoulder.

"Hey!"

Tari's only response was to open her mouth wide, tilt her head to the side slightly and engulf Julian's cock with her red-stained lips.

Debbie could only marvel as the massive girth slipped past Tari's teeth, and with some gagging, she could see the cockhead push down into Tari's throat. Wet squelching sounds as she sank his cock deep into her accompanied the sudden thickening of her throat. She very nearly got all of him in her! Her nose brushed the skin, as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her eyes wide and tearing with effort.

Shoving a cock that thick and long into her was never easy and it had been ages since she had such a specimen. Tari was choking, breathing shallowly through her nose as spit began to collect and drip copiously all over Julian's cock. Looking up at him, her eyes were tearing, shiny with tears as she enjoyed him, consciously and carefully moving so as not to activate her gag reflex.

"Fuck, Tari," Debbie breathed as Tari's fingertips dug into his hips and pulled him to her, gagging and choking before slowly fucking her throat on it.

"Ohhh... Fuck, yes, push it right down that messy throat, Kitten..." Julian growled, lustful and primal. Holding Tari by her hair, he began to thrust his hips gently, fucking her face before pulling her off his cock. Thick strands of spit connecting her mouth to his flesh as he tenderly ran a thumb to sever them, kissing her and laying her head on his thigh, where she smiled almost contentedly.

"What about it, Debbie? Think you can take this cock as deep as your kitten friend here?" Julian smirked.

"I'm sure I can," Debbie nodded, her eyes dilated and glassy as Tari shifted and began to slap away at Julian's balls.

"Suck my cock, Debbie," Julian groaned, his hips pushed upwards lewdly, slapping the thick shaft against her face. "You asked for it."

"Thank you," she said as she opened her mouth.

"You can call me Stud," he grinned as he stroked Tari's hair. "Or Sir."

"Thank you, Stud," Debbie quickly corrected herself, remembering how much Julian adored an eager kitten. She opened her mouth and crammed his cockhead into her mouth as she listened to how much he moaned when Tari warmed his balls with her mouth. She could taste Tari's spit as she tried to go down on him as she normally did with the others she'd been with. But before she knew it, she was on her heels choking as she spat his cock out.