Cheater - Part 7

Ever the inquisitive dog, Daisy stares on, watching as her Master's mate steps away from her dressing table chair. Naked, save for a patent leather push-up bra, her perfect breasts practically spilling over the top of the gloss black undergarment, Blondie extends an upturned hand as she steps towards Alexander. Reaching out, Alexander is visibly shaking with nervous anxiety. Blondie takes his trembling hand with a reassuring smile.

Stepping backward, guiding the young man towards the bed, Blondie spontaneously reaches out with her free hand, her fingertips gliding up the underside of Alexander's projecting member. The blonde woman bites the corner of her lower lip, her eyes narrowing to a seductive gaze as she feels the lad's manhood twitch with excitement. His expression, however, tells another story...wide-eyed, apprehensive, almost panic-stricken.

Blondie: Relax, dear. I know you want this.

Feeling the backs of her calves touch the bed covers, Blondie instinctively sits down. Still holding his quivering hand, she shuffles backward, guiding him onto the bed atop her. Her legs together, Blondie lays back, watching as Alexander awkwardly walks on his knees until he is straddling her thighs. She can feel his inner thighs quivering, his entire body shivering with nervousness.

Sensing that her inexperienced new boy-toy doesn't quite know what to do next, she lets go of his hand, running her fingertips up his baby-smooth thighs. Blondie blinks, a little smirk forming in the corner of her mouth...up until this moment she's never noticed that he shaves all of his body hair. Deep inside her an outwardly unperceivable flutter confirms that his man-scaping habits are indeed an unexpected turn-on. Reaching the sensitive spot just inside his hip bones, Alexander's body stiffens, letting out more of a hiss than a giggle.

One hand rising, she finger-walks her perfectly manicured fingernails up his abs. With the other hand, Blondie slips her practiced digits around the clean-shaven base of Alexander's shaft...another internal flutter causes her inner thighs to quiver. Not wanting to give him an ego boost just yet...she wants to keep all of this nervous energy going as long as possible...Blondie conceals her astonishment at just how much girth the boy has. Biting the tip of her tongue, Blondie gestures the length of her body with a downward roll of her eyes, looking back up at the well-endowed armature with a seductive smile.

Blondie: So, where would you like to start?

Alexander blinks, his eyes darting from her face to her nether regions, over and over again.  Blondie stifles the urge to giggle, his eyes finally settling on her chest.

Blondie: Here, let me make it easy for you.

Her hand slipping down his abs, between his legs, cupping his silky smooth sack...another flutter escapes her...a fingertip presses against the edge of his anus. Grabbing Alexander by the waist with her free hand, she raises her upper body to a seated position, pressing her mounds against the underside of the young man's sculpted pecks.  Looking up at him, biting her lower lip, Blondie's other hand slips from his waist, returning to base of his more than substantial shaft.

Blondie: Wanna help me out?  I seem to be all outta hands.

Reaching behind her back, Alexander fumbles to unclasp the black bra, her mounds quivering briefly upon being released from their leather prison. Leaving the undergarment perched on her erect, marble-sized nipples, she leans back with a mischievous grin.

Gently stroking his weighty length, Blondie tilts her head, gesturing for him to move forward. Clumsily, he shuffles up her length, leaning forward, lowering his hips toward her perfectly proportioned breasts. Pulling the bra away, a hand now on either side of her head, he leans over her in an almost 'upward-facing dog' yoga pose. Letting go of his bulky cylinder as he presses it between her generous bosom, Blondie gives him one simple instruction...

Blondie: Don't stop until you've...

Before she can finish her sentence, Alexander instantly begins to thrust his thick diameter between Blondie's untanned expanse. Grabbing a handful of either breast, she squeezes them around his shaft, his pre-come quickly slicking her soft flesh. Smiling up at him, she watches as his nervous demeanor instantly disappears, replaced by an oh-face of concentration.

Within minutes he is pursing his lips with every exhale, tiny beads of sweat forming on his brow as he quickens his pace. Her breasts jiggle and shake, her entire body heaving with his every thrust.  Below them, a semi-slumbering Daisy opens one eye, her ears perking up to the sound of squeaking bed springs.

Blondie: Gonna come for me already, Dumpling? Did I turn you on that much?

Alexander: Yuh... Yuhhh... Uhh-h-huhh!

Blondie lowers her chin to her chest, at first kissing the tip of his rock-hard masculinity with every stroke. Sensing that he's not going to last much longer, she cranes her neck, her mouth enveloping his head again and again.

Blondie: C'mon...  Let me... Taste it...

Alexander's eyes clamped tightly shut, his brow furrowed, he makes a few quickened, lunges as Blondie raises her chin.

Blondie: Come for me, baby!  Come all over me!

Alexander pops his thick member from between Blondie's breasts with an upward stab of his hips...she has a split-second to close her eyes before he cries out in ecstasy.

Alexander: H'OHGAWD, YESSSSS! FUCK YYESSSSSS!!

A geyser of thick pearlescent fluid splatters her open mouth, filling her nostrils, dribbling across her cheekbone. A second even larger fountain sprays the opposite cheek, crisscrossing the bridge of her nose, and glues one eye shut. Mouth agape, his brow unfurrowing, his manhood manages to douse her still-jostling breasts with a third eruption...a fourth splashing her neck, filling her jugular notch.

Blondie looks up, squinting at the sweaty, panting young man, the tip of his helmet bobbing against her chin.  Despite her shock and amazement at the sheer amount of love-goo he's coated her with, Blondie manages an open-mouth smile...thin tendrils of come stretched from lip to lip as Alexander opens his eyes. Beaming from ear to ear, he watches as she swallows a mouthful of his vaguely sweet-tasting leavings...come bubbling from her nose when she exhales.

Blondie: Jesus, baby! Lil' pent up were we?

Alexander: I... I...uhhh...

Reaching up, her breasts jiggling as they drop to either side of her, Blondie wraps her fingers around the end of Alexander's shaft.  His remaining nut dribbles across her fingers as she gently milks the last it from his thumb-diameter urethra.

Blondie: You've been thinking about me a lot, haven't you?

Alexander: A... A little, yeah.

Blondie: A little, he says?

Blondie gestures towards her face with a circling motion of her index finger. Alexander grins sheepishly, looking down at his handiwork, half-rolling his eyes in an expression of faux innocence.

Alexander:  O'kay, maybe just a tiny bit more than a little?

Blondie: Uh-huh, that's what I thought.  Alright, well...

Blondie begins to wriggle out from under the well-hung man, Alexander rolling off to one side as she clambers across the bed. Feet on the floor, she stands and turns...Alexander's leavings having run down her stomach, dripping onto her thighs. Daisy, still laying beside the bed, looks up at her with an inquisitive side-ways cock of her head.

Blondie: I'm gonna go get cleaned up. And as for you...

The one-eyed blonde points at Alexander's manhood with a devious half-smile, speaking directly to it.

Blondie: You, my gigantic friend, had better keep thinking about me until I get back.  I'm not even close to being done with you.

Daisy it tow, her tail vigorously wagging, Blondie wiggles her hips as she strides towards the master bathroom. Alexander stares on, mouth suddenly agape as he catches a glimpse of the huge black jewel still wedged between her butt cheeks.

Wiping the goo out of her eye with a hand towel, her mascara smearing down her cheek, Blondie looks down at Daisy. Staring up at the naked woman, the dog sits, her tail thumping against the naked woman's ankle as if expecting a pat on the head. Smirking, Blondie leans over, running the towel over her come-splattered breasts as she scratches the animal behind the ears.

Blondie: Yeah, you got me into this. Dis' is all your fault. Yesh it is!

Semi-satisfied with her cleaning, Blondie dabs at her eye, looking in the mirror as she cleans off the smeared cosmetic. Something in the reflection catches her eye...an article of clothing hanging in the attached walk-in closet. Black and see-through, little more than a crisscrossing of imitation leather straps, she'd bought it on a whim for some occasion or another... Dagwood's birthday, maybe? ...but she'd never worn it.

Flinging the towel aside, Blondie steps into the closet, taking the clothes hanger off its rod. Holding the tantalizingly risqué undergarment against her chest, she looks down at it. Giving her hips a sideways wiggle, Blondie allows herself a lewd, little smile.

Blondie: Whudduh yuh think, girl? Too much?

Blondie giggles, watching as Daisy performs a little dance...prancing, tail waggling, a not-so-serious growl...much like any dog would do while waiting to be let outside.

Original Art by Chancero

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2