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Project Bliss - How the dilemma began
🕑 Added 2018-08-19 12:12:17 +0000 UTCIt’s Saturday and they have nothing better to do than sit on the couch, watch dating shows, and relax.
Or, well – Dan is sitting on the couch, watching dating shows, and relaxes, while Mia is crouched between his knees and experiments around while she listens idly to what is going on behind her.
Dan grunts and shifts, face twisting with discomfort. He reaches down, thick fingers searching clumsily for Mia’s mop of hair. When he finally finds it, he pats her head.
“Careful with those teeth.”
She makes a disgruntled sound, but pulls away and sits back on her heels, glancing at him over the hairy swell of his gut. Dan looks back while the TV plays behind her. Her fingers are around his cock in lieu of her mouth, just keeping him warm in her palm while she works her jaw, eyebrows drawn together in annoyance. She’s been trying to swallow his balls alongside his cock for the past half hour and only managed to liberally drool over everything.
At least he has a towel beneath his ass.
Everything is wet with spit. He doesn’t quite know why she’s put it in her head to go and try something like that, but here they are. She’s a grown ass woman and he’s not going to fight her over trying to suck his dick in weird ways as long as it doesn’t involve her teeth.
He reaches for her, which is in and off itself difficult with the way he is slumped on the couch, but she makes it easier for him by putting her cheek against his belly while she slowly starts jerking him off, keeping that nice warm feeling of arousal up. Dan plays with a few strands of hair that have escaped her messy ponytail and tucks them behind her ear, eyes drifting up to the TV when the audience of the show starts booing.
“What’s happened?” Mia murmurs, tongue poking at the aching corner of her mouth. She changes her grip, curling her fingers beneath his testicles and dragging her thumb along the silky space between them and his cock.
“She dumped her,” he mutters, frowning. Mia’s head whips around. She pulls in a sharp, hissing breath. She wants to start on a tirade, he can tell, but suddenly she turns back around, face scrunched up in annoyance.
“Fucking hell,” she whispers, then ducks back down, rubbing her cheek a bit violently against the blunt head of his cock, smearing sticky pre-cum and spit against her face. Dan grunts again and digs his heels against the ground, shoving himself into more of a sitting position.
What is she up to now?
“Mia…”
“Let me try something, okay?”
He grunts. He’s wary, and he wants to shoot his load, but usually Mia’s experiments are pretty good so he takes a deep breath and lets his head hang over the edge of the couch, staring blearily at the ceiling while he can feel her change tactics.
Her warm mouth slowly shoves over his dick, slick and welcoming, the tip of her tongue tickling against his frenulum. It’s nice, but nothing new. Mia’s good at sucking dick because she loves doing it, but it also keeps him vaguely on edge.
What is she up to?
She idly dips her tongue into his foreskin, then pulls back with an obscene slurp. Her fingers drag across his shaft, spreading her spit, then her mouth is back, sliding silky and smooth down his dick until he gets that familiar feeling of having to pull his gut out of the way; as if she wouldn’t be able to fit.
It makes him a bit antsy, until her now wet fingers move away and he can feel the tickle of her carefully modulated breath against his pubes. She always manages despite the thick swell of his belly. He doesn’t know why it still surprises him, but-
And there it is. Her experiment.
Dan jerks, one leg kicking out and nearly hitting her when one of her wet, curious fingers wriggles behind his balls and touches his asshole before he can form a coherent thought.
“Mia-” he wants to grab at her, but he kind of… doesn’t. He shifts his hips, feeling his cock flex as her slick finger drags unselfconsciously across the tight clench of his hole. He almost gets embarrassed feeling her blunt fingernail scratch through the hair there – as if he has to apologize for not shaving beforehand; not that she ever complained about how hairy he is.
Mia hums. She sounds as happy as she can with a cock pressing into the warm clench of her throat and her pristine little finger nearly up a man’s ass.
Dan feels weird. Jumpy and nervous and tickly and hot. Mia pushes with no intention to shove in, and he grunts again. He lifts a hand to rub across his face and slaps himself unintentionally because it is suddenly very hard to coordinate any part of his body when he’s focusing so hard on the hot feeling of imminent orgasm between his legs.
Suddenly, Mia pops off his cock and puts her head on his thigh like a kitten, second hand coming up and jerking him.
When she speaks again, her voice is throaty. Turned on.
“Your hole’s so tight. Like a li’l virgin.” And then she adds while his cock shamefully flexes in her hand: “Dean likes it, too, when I play with his ass.”
Dan digs the heels of his hands against his closed eyes, groaning as he comes in thick, warm splashes, her patient finger still exerting that tantalizing pressure against his twitching hole.
