I Have No Idea What I'm Doing

Hints like hanging out more and more. Like leaving your bedroom door half-open when you start to jerk off… You know, soft hints.

And right now, your friend is sleeping in the other room, the one whose wall you share, the one you know is so paper-thin and if you are a bit too loud he would hear you. And you don’t want that, do you? You’ve been fantasizing with the idea, sure, but you don’t want your best friend to find you… right? Maybe you do.

Maybe you want him to take off his clothes so he’s completely invisible. Maybe you want him to slip into your room and look at you as you touch yourself thinking about it. Maybe you want him to stare at your pussy as you play with yourself just for his enjoyment.

You rub your clit faster, your other hand playing with your breast over your soft cotton shirt, the friction of the fabric only making it feel more erotic in a way. You let out the tiniest of moans, that sounds a lot like your best friend’s name. You hear something hitting the floor, but you guess it’s just your cat playing with something again.

But when your door opens just slightly and there’s nothing there, your heartbeat starts to pick up, pumping adrenaline to your cells. You let out another tiny whimper when you hear a single crack as he steps on the loose floorboard. You are breathing hard, and even though you don’t know if he’s even here… you can’t avoid shivering in anticipation.

You open your legs more, gathering some of your juices to rub your clit again, throwing your head back and groaning unashamedly when you feel the mattress tilt a little. You can’t see him, or his expression, but there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s there right now. He’s watching you jerk off in front of him, and you have never been more horny.

“Please,” you mumble in the direction you think he is.

There’s a soft sound, and in a second you feel his hands on your thighs, pushing them further apart when his mouth lands on your pussy. You let out a screech that probably scared everyone in the building, but you don’t fucking care when he starts to eat you out like a desperate soul.

The fact that you can’t see anything but the indents of his hands on your thighs is driving you into another dimension. There’s something utterly naughty and perverted about him eating you out like this, completely invisible. And he’s slurping on your pussy like his life depends on it.

You can’t do anything but to grab onto the sheets as you scream in pleasure and he continues his assault on your senses with his clever tongue that’s set on driving you insane.

“You taste like the best dessert, I could devour you,” he mumbles against your lips and you almost laugh.

But it’s cut short when one of his hands travels to your pussy, and he slips two fingers inside of you. You scream his name as he sucks on your clit, fingers curling just right to touch that special place inside of you that makes your toes curl, and your eyes roll back into your head.

“Just like that, be a good girl and come for me. Let me feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” his words feel filthy against your pussy as you arch your back, trying to get as close as possible to his wicked mouth.

Your hand flies down until you touch his hair. You open your eyes in time to see your hand floating as you pull at his hair, pressing his face harder against your pussy. You marvel at him, groaning as if you are the best thing he’s ever tasted, but at the same time, not seeing anything between your legs gives you a kick of arousal that makes everything so much more intense.

You let out a scream that could rival banshees when you start to come around his fingers. He sucks harder against your clit, flicking it with his tongue as he milks every drop of pleasure from your trembling body as you pant.

But he doesn’t stop.

He only slows down a bit before he’s mumbling: “Again.”

You scream when he goes for it again, playing all your sensitive spots like a professional when you continue to ride his face. He’s moaning against your pussy, drinking you in as he licks around his fingers, his nose rubbing deliciously against your clit.

“Let go,” he mumbles. And you comply, unable to do anything against it as another orgasm hits you like a tidal wave.

He kitten-licks your pussy until the aftershocks are too much and you pull his head away. It’s a bit unnerving not seeing him right now, not knowing what he’s thinking.

He breaks the silence first, his tone of utter wonder when he says: “That was… wow.” You can’t help yourself as you snort.

“You didn’t even come,” you tell him with a smirk.

“Next time,” he assures you.

“Next time?” You ask, your voice hopeful.

“Yes. Next time. I tasted you, there’s no way I’m letting you go now.” His hands are on your sides and he maneuvers you until you feel his full body pressing against your back, cuddling you. “Now let’s go to sleep, I have plans for tomorrow,” the innuendo is clear in his tone.

You can see his eyes darken from across the long table, his body tensing while he stares at you. You can see his nostrils flaring, the anger clearly rising inside of him while everyone else looks too shocked to say anything. It’s so silent in the room, you could hear a pin drop right now.

He slaps a hand on the table, startling everyone, and making some papers fly away with the force of it. “Everybody out,” he orders. His voice is like a roar, but you refuse to back down.

There’s some commotion, and people start to argue, but with only one look, he shuts everyone up, and they vacate the meeting room in seconds. Cowards. You stand up and glare at him. He doesn’t scare you.

You clear your throat, blinking slowly in his direction and adding all the venom in your word. “You shouldn’t abuse your power like that. It’s rude, and it shows you care very little about your workers,” you tell him with the utmost sincerity. You could have called him an asshole and it would have made him less annoyed than that. And that’s exactly why you said it.

“Shut up.” His words are a warning, you know that. And by the way your dick twitches… It knows it, too.

So you do what anyone with very little restrain would do, you press: “Or what? You’re going to do something about it?” All the arguing and bantering did it for you, and right now, the angry minotaur in front of you is looking hot as hell, and you might want to get some enemy-fuck right now.

You don’t realize how big he is until he crosses the room in three strides and stands in front of you, his nostrils flaring with anger. You don’t recoil, you stare up at him in defiance. That seems to amuse and annoy him in equal parts, because next thing you know, he’s pushing you back until you hit the wall.

His big hands are on your hips, and he’s pinning you up the wall so his mouth and yours are in line, and then he… He devours your mouth like his life depends on it. The kiss is punishing, and you give as much as you take, biting on his lips like you want to hurt him.

He pulls back to catch his breath. “Are you going to keep this facade of hating me forever?” He teases, his hips grinding against yours and making you gasp.

“I do hate you,” you respond without thinking.

He laughs, releasing your body and making you stumble forward until you catch yourself on the edge of the table. “You don’t say the same when my dick is buried inside of you and you are begging me to go harder,” he says, making you frown at him over your shoulder.

You don’t know better than to flag red in front of a bull, because the next words out of your mouth are: “Fuck you.” And the asshole laughs. LAUGHS!

You are about to curse him when he speaks. “Gladly.”

He pulls your pants down in one fluent motion, pushing your chest down until it is pressing against the mahogany table, his big body pressed against your back. The wight of him feels familiar, and it sparks your desire. His fingers find your hole and he starts pressing. Without any lube, there’s a spark of pain that sends all kinds of mixed signals to your brain, and an involuntary whimper escapes.

The asshole minotaur only laughs behind you, pressing open mouthed kisses against the back of your neck. You hear a package ripping, and next you know there’s cold lube against your hole, and you are cursing, much to his delight.

“You always get so fired up while arguing in meeting rooms, you are such a slut for banter. So ready to take my minotaur cock if I tell you off. What a filthy filthy human.”

His words are like knives of desire to your gut, and while you try to squirm under him, he uses the leverage to scissor his fingers, opening you up just enough. Before you realize, your brain is melting, his words far and forgotten, his big dick pressing against your opening in a way that feels sinful and perfect.

And the asshole still pushes. “Are you going to take all of me? Do you want it?” You nod excitedly, face pressed against the table, anger and embarrassment long gone and covered by need. “Words.”

“Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me. Fill me, please,” you beg shamelessly.

His dick presses into you with the carefulness of someone who knows how big he is, but you aren’t having any of it. You push your ass back, earning a low moan from the minotaur on your back while you let out a choked moan when he bottoms out. He feels so big inside of you that you can barely breathe.

The minotaur lets out a choked breath, grunting like a madman when he starts to move. With each thrust your brain gets foggier, with each thrust, he hits your pleasure points just right. Before you can process it, you can feel the edge of the orgasm on your spine.

The sounds that escape you should be embarrassing, but you are way beyond that, fucking your ass back onto his dick like your life depends on it. “So fucking needy.” He punctuates each word with a push that hits right on your prostate.

Before you can even open your mouth, your body melts and your orgasm hits. He covers your mouth just in time, almost suffocating you while he fucks you through it.

He’s nailing your sensitive prostate with such force that your eyesight is completely blacked out, and by the time you feel the telltale sign of his orgasm, you are a mess of drool and tears when the first shot of his come paints your insides.

He fills you to the brim, your legs giving up under your body, only the table holding you up, while he ruts against your ass. He’s breathing hard against your neck for a long while, his big body embracing yours from behind, his dick going soft inside of you.

“I see you at home, honey,” he says in his most insufferable voice as he kisses your neck and pulls out, a rush of come dripping from your hole onto your pants. Gross.

You don’t even have time to say anything in response. The asshole walks out whistling while you try to recover your breathing and your legs start functioning again before leaving.