[F] I used my best friend’s nerdy brother as a stress relief toy…[Part 2]

Owen, my best friend's younger brother, stared up at me like he didn't quite believe what was happening. But it was reaf; real and wet and naked above him, thighs planted on either side of his shoulders, my pussy hovering just inches from his mouth.

"You're not going to make me ask again, are you?" I said softly.

His lips parted, breath hot against me. "No," he said.

"No what?"

"No…ma'am?" he tried, eyes wide.

"Jesus." I moaned quietly. "That's fucking hot."

And it was true. There was something about having a submissive tongue between my legs that always drove me crazy, but after a night out of dancing in the club with his sister, grinding up against her, my body moving in unison with the crowd, I needed it more than ever.

This would be a mess to sort out if she found out, but I was too drunk and horny to care.

I needed him.

I grabbed a handful of his hair. "Now be useful."

I lowered myself onto his face.

It was a shock, honestly, how good he was. Maybe he'd had more girlfriends than I thought. Maybe he'd read a lot of Reddit threads. Or maybe he was just so fucking eager to please that instinct took over. Whatever the reason, his mouth was soft and hungry and focused. No hesitation. No awkward pauses. Just a hot tongue flicking and searching, his lips wrapping around my clit and sucking gently.

I gasped.

"Oh fuck, Owen," I groaned. "You really want me to cum on your face, don't you?"

He moaned something into my pussy, which I chose to interpret as yes.

I rolled my hips forward, slowly, letting him work. I wasn't rushing anymore. My initial hunger had been satiated, and now I wanted to take my time and enjoy this. His sister was still asleep in the next room, and while that remained true, I wanted to use him.

I wondered what his view must have been at that moment; my huge tits sitting on my chest as I ground my pussy on his willing tongue.

"You like this?" I murmured, riding his face with slow, grinding motions. "Like being underneath me like this? Being my little toy?"

He nodded frantically. His hands gripped my thighs, holding on to my ass, gently speading me as he licked and sucked. I reached back, one hand on the top of the couch for balance, the other buried in his hair, tugging gently.

"Fuck," I breathed. "You like tasting me, Owen?"

He groaned again, hips twitching. I knew he was hard, thrusting into the air behind me, desperate for a little pleasure of his own. I hadn't even looked at his cock yet, but I knew it was there, hard and willing.

I just hadn't decided if I was going to give it to him yet.

I was too busy enjoying my new favourite seat.

I ground down harder, letting my weight settle fully on his mouth. His nose pressed against my clit, his tongue flicking faster now, desperate to keep up as my hips started to buck.

I was close. Already. I hadn't expected that, but maybe it had been building for longer than I'd realized–weeks of dry spells, dancing and drinking, flirting and laughing and way, way too much edging my pussy to online porn.

Poor Owen…he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I reached back and grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. Not for his pleasure, but for mine. Feeling how hard he was brought me closer, made me roll my hips faster, chasing it, using him with no shame.

"You're going to make me cum," I told him. "Right on your fucking face."

He moaned again–louder this time–and that did it.

I came hard, clutching his hair, thighs clamping around his head as my breasts bouncing, fucking his tongue, my pussy convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. For some reason, when I came, I thought of his sister, and my whole body shook with it, riding out my orgasm on his face, as if he were an inanimate object.

I didn't stop moving until I had extracted every last drop of pleasure from his face, a post-orgasmic clarity hitting me and making me feel a little sick at what I had done.

"Oh god," I said, pulling back, my voice breathless, my legs shaking slightly, thighs soaked. Owen's eyes were wide and the lower half of his face was shiny, his hair completely messed up by my grabbing. "I'm so fucking sorry."

"Sorry?" Owen said. "What for?"

"For using you like that!" I said. "Like you were my little pathetic fuck toy."

His cock twitched at that–I saw it through his sweatpants.

"Unless…you kind of liked it?"

Owen looked down. "I…yeah…I mean…"

"Hmmm," I said, my dominant side kicking in, my pussy still dripping with his saliva. "You ever had a woman use you before, Owen?" I asked. "Like, really use you?"

He shook his head.

"Mm. Well." I looked him up and down, the scared-but-excited look in his eyes. I turned back and looked at the door to Cara's room. Fuck it. "Well. You know what they say. There's a first time for everything."

And with that, I climbed back on top of him.

I was going to make him beg.