🎧🔥2.5.2 🤍 In which Ava begs to get on her knees

NSFW | blowjob | cumshot | cuckquean | 18+

NSFW | blowjob | cumshot | cuckquean | 18+

I stand. “I’ll be right back,” I say to Ava. “Gonna go see if I can mute her video and give her some cum on her face real quick.”

I make it as far as the doorway before I hear a pained howl behind me.

“I need your cum!”

I stop and turn to see Ava standing, fists clenched, almost panting, by the couch. I raise my eyebrows.

“I need it,” she says, looking down at the floor, then back up at me.

“So ask for it,” I say.

She stares at the floor, her jaw working.

“Give me your cum,” she says at last.

“Almost,” I say with a smile.

Ava glares up at me. “This is very hard for me,” she says petulantly.

I meet her gaze and say nothing.

She drops her eyes first. Without speaking, she crosses her arms in front of herself, grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Her tits tumble out as the fabric clears them, tight and firm. She drops her miniskirt to the floor and steps out of it, baring her pussy as well. No underwear, I think. Good girl.

She looks up at me again, daring me to ask her for more. Again I meet her gaze and keep my silence.

“I can’t stand it,” she says, staring down at the floor.

“Can’t stand what?” I ask, holding up a hand as she takes a step forward. She stops.

“Not having it,” she says. “Watching you get… get… serviced, and not being a part of it.”

I stand and wait, cock sticking out straight ahead. “What is it that you need?”

“I need your cock inside me,” she says with an effort, looking at it. “I need your cum.”

I nod. “Come here.”

She walks forward until she’s standing in front of me.

“What...” she starts. She looks up at me, only an inch shorter than my Charlotte. “What can I do... what do you want?”

“I want you to ask for what you want. What you need.”

“Haven’t I?” she asks, honestly frustrated.

“Almost,” I say. “Tell me what you want, right now. What you really want.”

“I want to feel like I felt last time I was here,” she says.

“So, what can you ask me for?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know! I know you’d say to suck your dick. I know you just want to use my body for your pleasure. I don’t know why I felt the way I felt, I only know what you did.”

“May I touch you?” I ask.

Ava nods.

I put my arms out and rest my hands on her shoulders. She looks at me guardedly.

“Don’t worry about what I want, this time. I want you to ask me directly for what you want. Or, if you aren’t sure, then ask for what you think might help.”

“Fine,” she says. “I think... I want... your cock in my mouth. Then my pussy. Will you let me?”

I nod, cupping her neck in my hand and kissing her on the lips. She kisses me back, then sinks to her knees and looks up at me.

“Will Charlotte be upset to come down and find us this way?” she asks.

“I think you know the answer to that,” I say with a smile.

“Yeah,” she grumbles. “I just don’t fucking understand it.”

We are standing in almost the exact same spot we were last time she blew me in the living room. She gently cups my balls in her fingertips and rolls them lightly behind and beneath my scrotum as she opens her mouth, tongue flat and extended slightly beyond her lower lips, and rises to meet my cockhead. Her tongue molds to the underside and it slips in, her lips closing around it in a pouty kiss. Her eyes are glued to mine throughout, except when she tastes the bit of pre-cum that oozes out and her eyelids flutter shut as her eyes roll back and she moans.

Holy shit, I think. This whole crazy plan is working.

Ava’s other hand comes up and wraps firmly around my shaft, and she begins to slide her head forward and back. Her head game has really come up in the past few weeks. Her tongue is applying pressure to the underside of my shaft and she is sucking hard enough to make her cheeks hollow out slightly. She is looking up at me with a sensuality that is as startling as it is intoxicating, especially coming from her. For the first time, she is present and not preoccupied with how she’s coming across. She’s just a girl, and I’m just a boy, and we’re sharing an experience. If this isn’t what Charlotte wanted, I don’t know what is. I hope she’s listening, even if she can’t watch.

Ava starts bobbing her head slightly more quickly and I groan. I cup her cheek again, watching her tits jiggle, and stroke her face with my thumb. “Good girl,” I say, and her eyes smile at me while she sucks my cock.

She tries to take it a little deeper, can’t quite get it, chokes slightly, and keeps bobbing her head as she was instead. Her eyes water a bit and I smile, putting both my hands on her head and running my fingers through her hair. She nods at me without breaking her pace, and I take a more firm grip on her head and start thrusting my hips forward in time with her movements, gently fucking her face. The feeling is so sweet and good that I take more control.

“Oh, Ava,” I moan, closing my eyes and getting at her with a couple of slow strokes. She moans back and drops one hand to her right breast, squeezing it and playing with the nipple as my cock slides between her lips, in and out. She drops her other hand to her left breast and my balls start slapping gently against her chin as I fuck her face. When I open my eyes, she is looking intently into them.

I let go of her head and she brings a hand up to cup my balls again, licking at them and letting my slippery cock smear against her cheek and nose while she does so, leaving behind a shiny trail of her spit and my pre-cum. She goes forward and sucks my balls into her mouth as pre-cum oozes out onto her forehead, and when she pulls back, a silvery strand appends from my dick to her face. I am very close to cumming now, and the fact that she isn’t stroking my cock helps me to calm myself and last a little longer.

“Can I touch myself?” she pants, lapping at my balls again.

“Yes, but don’t cum yet,” I say. “I want you to cum when my cum hits your tongue, and not before.”

Ava whimpers. “Yes, sir.”

She takes my cock into her mouth again and wraps her fingers around the base to stroke it while she licks the head. Her other hand drops to her pussy and starts to rub it with all four fingers. She moans onto my cock as she sucks the head, humming and closing her eyes for a moment. In the end, it is the slightest thing that sets me off. I see her start to touch her clit, shiver, and then avoid it. She’s that close, and still being obedient to my request. That’s it for me. I feel my orgasm coming like a freight train of warmth and unleash my cum into her mouth without warning.

Ava’s eyes fly open and she stifles a cry, or rather, my cock stifles a cry of surprise. She moans, knitting her brows together and looking up at me as my cum spills onto her tongue and she touches her clit. She bucks and cries out loudly, the sound again muffled by my cock and the liquid piling up in her mouth. Cum starts to leak out around the corners of her lips immediately and dribbles down her face and chin, dripping onto her tits. I see her swallow hard, twice, three times as my hot cum pumps out into her waiting mouth. Her tongue laps at the underside of my head and she breathes hard through her nose in between swallows, moaning her own pleasure as she plays with her clit with the hand that isn’t stroking my cock. She does her best to maintain eye contact throughout, grounding me in the here and now and causing a twinge of affectionate feelings for her for the first time.

I reach out for the wall to steady myself. I feel the streams of cum taper off as my cock flexes in between her lips, and she finally opens her mouth and allows it to slip out. She swallows her last mouthful, licking her lips and grinning up at me.

“Pretty good, right?” she asks.

“You’ve been practicing,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

She giggles, sitting back on her ass and spreading her legs, rubbing one finger through her slit. “I’ve been blowing random guys after shows,” she says.

“Lucky bastards!” I say, raising my eyebrows.

“Turns out I can have whoever I want, whenever I want,” she says, looking straight into my eyes.

“I’ve been trying to tell you how fun it is,” says Charlotte, leaning over the bannister from the second floor.

Ava jumps and pulls her hand away from her pussy somewhat guiltily. She looks up at Charlotte.

“I should have listened to you all along,” she says, smiling, but looking uncomfortable. Because of her compromising position? Her nakedness?

Charlotte walks down the stairs, now fully naked herself. I swear there should be dry ice and epic music when she enters a room that way, because it’s always a show-stopping moment. As I watch Ava’s discomfort grow, I wonder not for the first time what it must be like to be a woman and see Charlotte coming, even fully clothed. To see Charlotte enter a room naked is to be under the spell of a Greek goddess.

I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, the last piece of clothing amongst us. Visions of these two in a sapphic embrace swim into my mind and begin restoring my cock to full hardness as Charlotte walks over to me and stands next to me and I put my arm around her. Her large breasts are pressed against my chest and she drops a hand to my cock as he rests her head on my shoulder against my neck.

“Missed you,” she says.

“Missed you,” I say, and kiss her head.

Ava watches this display and I see the outsider settle in on her face again. For some reason Charlotte chose not to stay away, chose to put herself in a position of dominance in this room. The plan we talked about didn’t go this far, but I’m sure the plan in Charlotte’s head does.

Her hand slowly explores the length of my cock as she looks down at Ava. “Want to come up to bed with us?” Charlotte asks.

Ava looks up from my dick at Charlotte. She blinks. “I….”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Charlotte purrs. “You could do him while he does me… or I could do you while he does you, too.” She grinds her pussy against my hip as she says this last, and grabs my cock.

Ava looks like she’s about to say yes.

“I’d love to see you play with that pussy some more,” Charlotte says, and I realize she’s pushing Ava for some reason.

Ava stiffens. “Some more? You were watching us?”

“Of course,” Charlotte says, low and sultry. “I came just as hard as you did when he pumped you full of cum. I love that moment when he boils over, it turns me on like nothing else.”

Ava is already standing. “You fucking watched us? You just lurked up there in the dark, spying on us, watching me blow him?”

Charlotte says nothing. She licks her palm and rubs it on my cockhead and starts to slowly stroke my cock.

Ava storms over to her shirt and skirt and pulls them on without speaking. I watch with some regret as first her pussy and then her tits are hidden from sight. She heads for the door.

Charlotte steps away from me and goes to intercept Ava as she storms out. Ava stops in front of her, fuming, and Charlotte holds her arms slightly out ahead of her, palms down.

“If I had known it would set you off, I would have asked first. Stay with us. Let’s make up.”

Ava’s arms are cross and she glares at Charlotte. “I should have known this was some weird kink of yours, that you weren’t really going to share.”

Charlotte reaches out to Ava’s face. “You’ve got a little—” she wipes at Ava’s chin with her thumb, and brings it back to her mouth and sucks it off. “Yeah. Little bit of cum.”

Ava rolls her eyes in disgust and steps past Charlotte, storming out straight through the front door, leaving it wide open.

Charlotte steps over to it and stands framed in the dying light of the day for a moment, silhouetted like a photographer’s dream. “Y’all come back now, hear?” she calls as Ava clears the steps and hops into a black SUV that’s waiting.

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