Such a Little Monster

“Hmm, what is this?” I pick up something blue from the laundry basket.

“Looky what we have here," eyeing the CockSox thong in John Christian’s laundry bin.

It wasn’t technically snooping. I just so happened to be going through the laundry to find my own clothes and the cock just decided to pop out. Just like cocks always do. Well, at least for John Christain. He’s always tucking when that thick dick sees me in public.

John Christain and I haven't had sex in 3 years. How? I have no fucking idea. Friends. Friendly. Flirty. Sleeping in bed naked together when visiting. Everyone asks me, and I truly do not have an answer. So far, I've been staying him with three days now, and nothing.

That’s funny, John Christain always pretended he was putting on a show for me when wearing my undies. Yes, it was always hot as fuck, but yesssss, I also know he fucking loved it too.

There is something so hot when a masculine man always looks so fucking good in fem clothing. It’s like dressing up a G.I Joe in a garter. You don’t need to understand it to like it.

“Mkay, well now what?” I open my phone and send John Christain a text

Me: What time do you think you’ll be home?

Him: I duno. Hopefully be done by 6

I had a couple of hours before he came home. Enough time to wash my hair, shave, and paInt my toes. I had to make myself look like that I didn’t just take a 3 hour nap today.

***

John Christain comes home and kicks his shoes off at the door. “Agh, why was it such a long day”, he pouts.

“Aw, poor baby, it sucks to be so smart and having everyone need you for everything," I step back and lean against the wall, putting my hands up to say “oh well”.

He gives me the look, basically telling me to stop my crap, which I comply with giggles. Then I go quiet.

John Christain starts getting out of his work clothes right in the living room. The usual. Pants off always and dropped to the floor. I continue to stay quiet.

John Christain looks over suspiciously. “Yesssss, my dear?” he says. It’s unusual for me to be so quiet after not seeing him all day.

I hesitate for a couple of seconds and then dive in, “So, I found something in your laundry today. I’m a little upset you never bought one when we were together."

“Viccccc . . .” he says tilting his head, stepping closer to me.

I walk towards him and meet him halfway, taking the thong out of my pocket. I give a nice evil smile and dangle the small piece of clothing in John Christain’s face.

“Hey!” he said, “That’s mine! You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Oh, it is, isn’t it. If it’s yours, why don’t you come and take it,” I tempt him. Knowing it wasn’t actually temptation, but more of a play that he would absolutely take on. "I think you should put it on right now. For me.”

He did as he was told. What a good boy, she thought.

John Christain looked a bit confused, but also excited for the possibilities of where this was going.

John Christain slips off his briefs and drops them to the floor dramatically, which has me happily rolling my eyes. He slowly puts on the CockSox, knowing I'm loving every moment - even though I'm attempting to play it cool trying hard not to smirk.

“Okay, now what Miss Victoria?”

“Now, I’m going to make you wish you would’ve bought one years ago.”

I drop down to my knees in front of him. I don't look up to him, but instead straight at his cock.

“Oh, hi" I say, "Hmmm I missed you.” I lean forward, while sliding both hands across his hips to his ass. He clenches, “Agh, Vic.”

“Let’s see, do you smell the same?” I tease. As I take in his scent, I just happen to also open my mouth and breathe hot air directly onto his tip.

“Fuck”, John Christain said. He put his arms down to squeeze my shoulders, but I grab his wrists and stop him before he even gets to me.

“Nope, no touching. This is for me. No distractions. This is mine," I look up devilishly and meet his eyes.

I give him one last hungry smirk, a sarcastic warning, before diving right into him. I turn my head sideways and take him in with my mouth. My tongue begins licking him fast and slow. Fast and slow. While also taking little nibbles as I go.

Secretly smiling down there as I feel his response pulsing in my mouth. I spit and suck, spit and suck up and down his thickness.

“Oh look," I take a break and look up at him, “Your wet.”

I focus back onto him and admire how drenched I made him with all of my spit right through the cotton.

“And you’re not?” He challenged through jagged breath.

“I don’t know. Let’s see,” I keep my eyes on John Christain and take his hand, guiding it down towards my pussy. But not actually on my pussy - even though I wanted those fingers to slip right into me because, yes obviously I was wet. Duh, I was dripping for this. During my three hour nap I came probably twice, if not three times from my sex dream with him. Yes, I want him inside of me, but god do I love getting off and off and off on his fingers.

“Whoops, I said ‘no touching’ didn’t I?” I quickly push his hand away and replaces it with my own.

I knew I was soaked, but I wanted to give him a taste to show how much I wanted him in my mouth.

I take all three fingers that were in my pussy and shove them into John Christain’s mouth.

“Hmm,” I accidentally moan out loud. For a second I forgot I was trying to punish him.

“Such a little monster," he says as he licks my middle finger. “My favorite taste,” then sucked my pointer finger.

"That's all you get,” I bend lower and pull John Christain’s dick out to the side.

I mean it looked like it was about to explode through the cotton. I could at least be a little nice while torturing him.

I wasn’t exactly sure how I wanted to begin. I was salivating for it, but again needed to tease/torture him for a little - plus this always ignited the start of getting off, which would end up being a win-win for us both.

I rub my nose down then up his shaft. Flattening my tongue, I slide it down and take him straight in. My hand pulls his skin back so I can lick the soft part before beginning.

“Mhhmm, I didn’t even begin and you already taste this fucking good. God I, fucking need,” I didn’t even finish my sentence. I go right back to taking him completely into my throat. I moan immediately, my pussy pulsing to say “heyyyyyyy, I'm awake".

My head bops back and forth, twisting my head back and forth, while also twisting him with my hand.

I open my mouth, while still having him in my throat.

“God,” I slide my mouth down him and let him go with a ‘pop’.

“I,” I repeat.

“Fucking,” and repeat.

“Need,” and again,

“This,” omg I feel like I'm going to cum.

“Dick, mhhmm,” last pop!

I move so fast that there's spit everywhere. Smeared on my lips, my cheeks, somehow in my hair as well. I don't even realize when John Christain put his hands through my hair and tugs. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, or mumbling, or who the hell knows what because everything else was blacked out knowing we were both about to cum so fucking hard.

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” I swallow and swallow the warmness down my throat. Licking every last drop and ending with a wet kiss right on the tip.