CiCi After Dark

Her face fell in confusion, her mouth hung open as she stared at him. But her eyes soon relaxed as her black painted lips curled into a smirk.

“Matthew Patel,” she scolded playfully. “You want me to be your dommy mommy? You're so cute.” “The boner in my jeans doesn't lie, baby doll. Please fucking step on me in those sexy boots.”

Matthew slid off the couch, preparing to lay down. But she was quick, and her boot tapped against his chest before he was fully on his ass for her. She pushed him down against the back of the couch, leading him towards the floor. The second his back wasn't up against the couch, he was being pressed down by her body weight and chunky boot.

All he did for a moment was moan like she was giving him a handjob. She crossed her arms and dug her heel into his chest.

“You like this, gorgeous?” she asked. “Ffuuuck babe, I love this. I might actually cum.” “You're being a naughty boy.”

Okay, yeah, he was gonna cum.

“How do you want me to talk to you?” she asked. “Want me to be an angel or a devil today?” “Devil. Please, moonflower.” “Ew. That's so pathetic.”

God that switch up from calling him gorgeous and cute to calling him pathetic simply because he asked for it was the sexiest skill. His cock pushed against his confining zipper.

“Don't cum in your pants,” she said plainly, crossing her arms underneath those large breasts. “I can't help it if I do, babe.” “I haven't even touched your degenerate ass yet.”

Fuuuuck Matthew was gonna lose it. Looking up at her with her boot pressed firmly against his chest. She was gorgeous. She was completely in control. He was all fucking hers.

Matthew looked up her miniskirt, admiring those black panties. He bit his lip and she ground her heel into him.

“Like the view, pervert?” “I love the view, moonflower.”

She lifted her foot and brought it down again, just hard enough that a little air left his lungs. He moaned and his cock twitched in excitement.

“Don't be gross,” she said. “That was just a warning. Next time, your punishment will be worse.” “Yes, my love,” he said, breathless and desperate and yearning. “My beautiful goddess. I want more. Please.” “More? Baby, I don't wanna crush you.” “Step on my cock. Please, angel.” “Matthew.” “You don't have to, I just… You don't have to.”

She looked him over, but just as quick as her surprise came, it went, and down went her boot on his hard cock. Not too rough, but enough that he felt the pressure. He tossed his head back and moaned aloud.

“Ohh, my moonflower~ Yes, baby. Yes!” He bucked into her. “Trying to jerk off with my boot? Mm, bet you'd like that, you little freak.” “God, yes!”

She planted her foot back on the ground, then stood over top of him. She turned around so her ass hovered over his face, and she straddled him. Her soft body rested across his, her clothed pussy laid atop his face. He took a deep breath of her, that gentle scent that made his heart flutter in glee, as she freed his cock from his pants and boxers.

“Mm,” she murmured. “You're dripping, baby.”

Warm fingers slid across his shaft. Whatever precum he had, she took a savoring lick. Then her hot, soft mouth wrapped around his cock.

Matthew's noises were muffled by her hot pussy. His tongue went wild, lapping at her panties. He tugged the panties aside so his tongue could enter her cunt. Oh, that flavor, that scent—he moaned against her skin. She kept popping his cock out of her mouth, tugging his foreskin with her as she went.

“You like that, baby?” she asked, stroking him. “Mm-hmf,” was all he could say since he refused to stop eating her out. She ran a finger along his foreskin, tugging it down and giving the sensitive exposed skin a lick. “Oh yeah~ I love playing with your hoodie. Too fucking cute.”

She rubbed her pussy against his face, temporarily asphyxiating him. “That's it. Good boy. Eat that pussy. Finger my asshole while you're back there, sweetie.”

He did as asked. He took his index finger, dipped it inside of her pussy to get it wet, then stuck the wet digit into her ass. Her tough persona broke into a loud moan, and she eagerly filled her open throat with his cock. Holy fuck, Matthew could have died right there. Almost did, he was pretty sure given he saw stars as her lips graced the base of his shaft.

Matthew bucked wildly into her throat, his mind gone of all rational thought. All that mattered in that moment was the unending and intense euphoria of her pussy in his mouth, and her wet throat making sloppy, amazing noises as it was thrust into by his cock. She moved alongside him, grinding against his face. He fingered her tight asshole. Another finger joined in, making her moan vibrate along his shaft and seemingly down to his curling toes. Her asshole pulsed on his fingers as he plunged himself down her throat, all the way to the base. Was she cumming for him already? Goddamn, she was just as fucking into him as he was into her. Matthew fucking loved that.

His moonflower pulled away, leaving his cock soaked in drool and cold from the outside air. She sat up, squishing his hand and face, once more temporarily asphyxiating him. She stood up, her panties slipping back across her pussy and ass.

“Baby,” he panted. “What—?” “You wanted me to step on your cock, right?” “Oh!” He laughed softly. “Right. Forgot about that.” “Hmph, simp.”

She stepped on his cock, pressing gently. That alone had Matthew throw his head back in delight. He gasped out a pleasured “ahh!!” as she dug her toes into his shaft.

“Oh, fuck, moonflower…!” “Feels good?” “Amazing! Feels so damn good!”

She moved so her heel could dig into him, then she stroked him with that rough step. Matthew squirmed underneath her, a writhing pleasured mess, his mind blurred as words of devotion spewed out of him.

“Yes, my angel! Jerk me off with your boot, please! Please baby! Ohh fuck, my beautiful moonflower, working my cock so fucking good. Standing there like my gothic goddess— Fuck!”

She stepped more weight onto him. He was about to explode. His view was immaculate. He saw a small wet spot in her panties, her chunky boot, those cute jingling skull charms—

“Holy fuck, babe!” he called desperately. “I'm gonna cum! Ohhh, my gorgeous moonflower, I'm cumming!”

His mind completely blanked during the throes of ecstasy. The only thing that felt better than this was being balls-deep inside her. Just having her thick black boot digging into his cock had his climax rushing out and his back arching.

“Yes!” he cried in bliss. “Yes, my love!!” “Getting your cum all over my boot,” she said plainly. “That's disgusting.”

Matthew moaned, loud and long as his orgasm took all of his energy away. His limbs collapsed limp at his sides. His chest heaved for breath.

“Fuck,” he panted. “My god… fuck… oh, angel.”

He looked towards her, her foot now on the floor, cum covering her boot. Her stern face faded away, replaced by soft eyes and a cute, small smile.

“You seemed to enjoy that,” she said. “That felt amazing, baby. Did you need me to help you cum?” “Baby, I came when you were eating my pussy. Didn't you notice how deep I got?” He chuckled and rested his head against the floor. “I did, and I felt your ass clenching against my fingers.”

That evening in his office—a much smaller one compared to his daytime “I'm flaunting my wealth” office—Matthew tried to make heads and tails of all the crappy paperwork he needed to go through. Such a pain. The only thing keeping him going was the knowledge that, if he filed these properly, the deal would be a net gain for his record label company. Which meant more money for his beautiful P.A. 

“Matthew, baby,” came her voice at the door. “Are we heading home soon?” “In a minute, babe, I gotta finish this. I'm like halfway through.”

He looked up to admire her—y’know, for a little motivation. The sheer lace from her tights, a cute black romper with that jingling silver moon phase belt, those long and flowing sleeves and adorable pentagram choker. Those boots—ohhh, if she stepped on him with those boots, he would lose it. His groin tightened at the sight of her. He wanted to grab her by her long, dark hair and shove his tongue down her throat. He reached out for her. 

“Fuuuck,” he growled. “C'mere, baby girl. You look so fucking hot right now.”

She bit her lip, her pale cheeks going so rosy and cute. Oh, god yes. He rolled his chair back and gave her room to straddle him. The moment his lips met hers, he slipped his tongue past her teeth and entangled his fingers in her thick waves. 

“Mm, Mr. Patel,” she murmured between kisses. “Excited already?” “Every time I see you, baby.”

Her giggles tingled his lips, encouraging his hands to explore her curves.

“Goddamn,” he rumbled, kissing her jawline. “You're so beautiful. And you're all mine, aren't you, my moonflower?” “Yes sir,” she murmured, lolling her head back as he nipped at her neck. “I'm all yours.” “Gonna let you in on a little secret, angel,” he said. His tongue ran along her skin and to her ear. He kissed her lobe then rumbled softly, “I'm all yours, too, baby. Got me so fuckin’ addicted to you.” “Oh, Matthew,” she said, voice quivering. “Oh, moonflower~”

But he needed so much more than just kisses and teasing touches and her amazing thick thighs across his lap. That unrelenting pressure in his groin needed quelling. And she was the only one he wanted to do it. With one lingering kiss on the pulse of her throat, he grabbed her by the hips. 

“Babe,” he said. “I need you. Suck me off while I finish this paperwork, or I swear it'll never get done.” “You think you'll focus better if I'm blowing you?” “Probably not. But you'll make this more enjoyable.”

She giggled and pecked a kiss on the tip of his nose. The way her body moved as she lifted off of him then wriggled her way under his desk already had him clenching the arms of his chair. He got back to work. Great, now he needed to make this quick, because she was about to suck him off so good that he'd end up in another dimension before long. 

As he signed off on the agreements and tried to make sense of where the money was being redirected, his P.A. got to her own work. Exposing his cock—releasing some of that tension now that he wasn't grinding up against the zipper of his pants—and running her nails along the sensitive skin. She slid his foreskin down and caressed him gently with her tongue. She murmured cutely, two hands on his shaft in a warm, incredible massage, all while her lips and tongue loved the head.

“Your cock is so hard, Mr. Patel,” she said.

He gripped his pen and tried to keep focus. Just a few more signatures and a couple more calculations, that's all he needed, that's—

Matthew tossed his head back and moaned aloud when his P.A. deepthroated him. Not just that, but she quickly bobbed her head, keeping him deep, her throat clenching the head of his cock. He tried in vain to get back to the paperwork, but he could hardly see straight. Matthew's arms fell limply to the sides. His pen slipped from his grasp and rolled across the floor. 

“Ohhh, fuuuuck,” he sighed. “My angel~”

She took him over and over, spit dripping along him as she thrust his cock down her wet throat. Oh, the fucking bliss. Oh, the fucking ecstasy! He could hardly move. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, his face hot and flustered, his body sapped of everything but the pure pleasure by her. His lips were curled into a smile he could only describe as completely idiotic. She probably made him look so stupid, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Awash with warmth, his groin grew tighter, pressure building as high as his mind. He couldn't even clench anything but his fists. No way he could hold on. He couldn't even think, there was no way he could hold on! A single buck into her, and his orgasm threatened to burst. 

“Ohhh, my god, Cici,” he said, trembling. “I'm fucking cumming. Oh, my gorgeous baby girl, I'm cumming!”

His climax flooded out of him, his load shooting deep in her throat. She didn't even flinch. Just drank him up like he was the most delectable dessert she'd ever had. She plunged him deep and played with herself.

Matthew lifted his head up to watch. His entire cock disappeared into her throat, her cute flushed face all concentrated, fully focused on how his dick felt so deep inside her. She made eye contact with him just before her own climax. Her eyes rolled up and moans caught around his shaft.

“Good girl,” he cooed, running his fingers through her hair. “Such a good P.A. for me, aren't you, baby?”

A muffled mumble reverberated down his shaft. She was so gorgeous, her dark hair stuck to her fair skin, her cheeks flushed with lust. The moment she pulled him out of her mouth, he grabbed her face and he kissed her amazing blowjob-swollen lips.

She giggled and slid down onto her knees in front of him. He spread his legs as she pulled his cock out from between the layers of fabric. He was flaccid in her hand, soft foreskin wrapped around the head of his cock except the small opening at the rosy-brown tip. She licked that opening, then layered kisses all over his shaft. As he leaned back to give her more access to him, his belly and happy trail peeked out from under his loose shirt. She kissed that, too, making him wriggle and chuckle under her touch. 

“You're so cute,” she said, nuzzling his hardening cock. “Me? Baby, there's nothing that looks as cute as you playing with my cock. And in that black angel costume?” He reached down and caressed her cheek. “You're so pretty. My pretty little moonbeam.” “Oh, Matthew,” she murmured.

She kissed him again, his cute hoodie sliding down as he fully hardened. She flicked her tongue across the exposed head. How soft and warm it felt, how gentle the flavor and scent of him. Matthew grunted down a moan, his fingers grasping the bedsheets.

“You’re so hot right now,” he said. “Ready to suck me off here where anyone could walk in.” She smacked his dick against her lips, keeping eye contact with him. “Does that excite you, Matthew baby?” “So fucking much.”

That was all she needed to hear. She shoved his cock into her mouth as deep as she could. Matthew’s legs clenched and he stifled a moan.

Mm, that gorgeous cock in her mouth. She felt every bulging vein, every ridge, every way his hoodie moved inside her throat. His hands gathered her locks, knocking aside her angel halo. It went clattering to the floor as he bucked inside of her.

When his cock jabbed the back of her throat threatening her gag reflex, she tried to back up. But Matthew moved forward and thrust wildly into her mouth.

“Goddamn,” he hissed, gripping her hair tighter.

Her moans choked around him and her knees dug into the carpet as he fucked her. Holy shit, he was even more excited than she realized. And so was she, given her much her pussy throbbed for attention.

She rubbed herself, letting her beloved Matthew use her throat. Hopefully, those loud noises both of them were letting out wouldn’t be heard through the whole party. Maybe everyone already knew what they were doing in the back. But she was having way too much fun to stop.

Matthew’s stomach pressed into her face, her gag reflex dulled as she anticipated his delicious load. A bewitching reward for her hard work. It was sloppy, messy, and her throat made such insanely hot noises.

“Fuck, baby,” Matthew moaned. “That’s it. Suck me off, angel. Like that thick cock in your throat, baby? Oh fuck, feels so fucking good. Oh, my god…! You’re incredible, moonflower! Shit, I’m gonna cum!”

His rumbling moans heralded that beautiful, hot load to coat the back of her mouth and spread along her tongue. She played with herself harder, plump clit begging for release alongside him.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, trembling. “Lemme fuck that cum-filled throat, baby girl.”

Only a few thrusts sent her over the edge. Her toes curled as warmth engulfed her core. She swallowed his cum as his motions slowed—doubtless, noticing the signs of her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back, every moan halted, as she focused on that sweet release. Matthew’s cock resting in her throat only made her release all the sweeter.

When her climax subsided, it left her a limp mess—on her knees, panting and sweating and drooling. Matthew took a knee before her and wiped her face clean with the inside of his cloak. Like the absolute gentleman he was. He looked at her with such admiration, in eyes full of the gentle lust and devotion of his afterglow.

He held onto her hands and helped her up, stumbling to the bed where they sat, clinging onto one another, onto that warmth and safety and love. She rested her head against his chest and he kissed her crown.

“That felt amazing, baby,” he cooed. “Oh yeah,” she murmured. “Feeling better?” “Much. Thank you, baby.” He chuckled, pulling her close and nuzzling her hair. “Anything for you, my love. Especially that.” She softly laughed alongside him. “Dude, shut up.”

She slid down his foreskin—what she often cutely called his “hoodie”—to lick and suck the sensitive head, before gliding the skin back up to kiss her perfect, expert lips. Matthew gripped the steering wheel, trying to pay attention to the road. 

“Ohhh, fuck, angel” he quivered. “You're gonna make me get a ticket or something, baby.”

She giggled around his fully hard shaft, a motion from her mouth, a vibration from her throat, that traveled along his cock and straight to his core. Matthew's hips bucked his cock deep into her throat and he tossed his head back with a moan. Words trembled from his lips with reverence.

“Oh my god, moonflower. Sucking my cock so fucking good, right down your beautiful throat. Moonflower, you don't know what you do to me—oh, yes! Yes, baby!”

That was the perfect pace. Her hair in his fist, her head bobbing and tongue rolling along him. His groin was so tight—he was gonna bust any second. Getting blown by his moonflower was the most gentle undoing of his soul, picking him apart with her divine hands and mouth, and putting him back together during the crescendo.

Especially in taboo places where such devotion wasn't allowed. That's why his climax rose fast, speeding toward the end. He had to pull over in a parking lot, hurrying into a space as his toes clenched and his body shuddered.

“Fuck, babe. Oh my god. That feels so damn good. Yes, my love! I'm gonna cum, moonflower!”

That cute squeak of joy from her when his cum gushed down her throat had him so high. Every ounce of tension in his body faded, leaving him a melted mess in the driver's seat. His head lolled back as he rode out his orgasm. Her moans reverberated down his sensitive shaft, giving him goosebumps. He tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice trembling.

His grip in her hair loosened, sending a few locks tumbling along her. She didn’t stop just yet. Her motions still massaged his cock, still rolled his hoodie along his sensitive glans, making his toes curl hard inside his shoes. But given how hard she played with herself, her hand beyond the hem of her pants, she wouldn’t stop until her own orgasm, and he was happy to provide. He pushed her head down and she squeaked in bliss.

“That's my girl,” he said with a chuckle. “Gonna cum for me, moonflower?” “Mmf,” she mumbled, his cock stuffed inside of her throat. 

Within moments of playing with herself, the sounds of her orgasm caught on his cock. She pressed her face into his groin, burying herself in his jeans, her tight, slick throat gripping him.

“Oh yes, beautiful,” he said softly, running his fingers through her hair. “Good girl. I love when you cum for me.”

That rush of pride as she came for him couldn’t be understated. She loved sucking him off maybe even more than he loved when she sucked him off—somehow. He couldn’t get enough of it, or of her.

But her orgasm did indeed come to an end, and she slid him out of her mouth. Kisses trailed along his cock and she gently tugged his foreskin up to kiss in the folds. Before she could sit back, he grabbed her by the nape and led her to his loving lips.