I was almost done unpacking. Moving a good 48+ hour drive away from where I had lived meant another country. I was destroyed from the effort of getting everything in order. A text message.
"Jake. You remember the first story you wrote about me?"
"Duh. Of course. I had been reading your oral fixation stuff. Because this thing you have for going down isn't normal. Let me be the last guy to complain about it, though. It was so good I had to write something and, before I knew it, I had in my hands a story featuring you. I tagged you in it."
"Yeah, that was before the anonymous reader told you he or she 'shipped' us. That was cute," Jessica's written tone on the chat was so familiar, I could see her in my mind's eye, batting her eyelashes. Her concept of "cute" was interesting at times.
I had stumbled, months ago, upon her erotica blog. Jessica (known on Literotica as badlilkitty), had inspired me to write something involving her. Fiction from me got fiction from her and suddenly we found that we had a readership waiting to read about us, even if it ended up far from feasible.
"It wasn't any of my story challenges, I think it was the martial arts one?"
"That one was quite short, but yeah," I wrote back, getting ready to sleep. I sent her the link in case she had forgotten, which contained the following:
Working out with your girlfriend is fun. Even more so when that workout is martial arts. We were in class when I saw the smirk reach the instructor's eyes. The next combat would be her... and me.
Which meant our bet finally kicked in. We stood before each other, knelt and respectfully saluted each other as we had been taught in Muay Thai.
The combat began. A couple of my jabs she redirected effortlessly. You know that stereotype of the girl being nimble and evading all blows before delivering lightning fast punches and kicks that will disorient you? Yeah. That's not my Jessica. If she punches you, it'll be hard and you'll feel it. She will dodge if she needs to, but if she sees a potential opening, she will block and punch. She's not afraid of a little pain because the idea of winning drives her...which is a huge turn on for me, obviously.
She tried delivering a descending kick that I barely threw to the side, but she used the momentum of the spinning motion to throw a cross at me. Point for her because it did land. The combat was down to two points, so I needed to do something.
I wasn't hitting with all my strength, but I wasn't going easy on her. After all, she was a brown/white prajeat, that is, more skilled than my brown one. My forte is anything involving my legs, so when we came back to the fight, I grabbed her by the neck with both arms to do the typical knee-to-the-midsection. Her head was lower than my chest when I heard her voice barely above the background noise.
"Mmmh, this cock looks so yummy," her breath hot against my abs, her eyes probably glued to my crotch just a few inches away.
I paused for a second in disbelief. That's all she needed, though. She pushed me off-balance and pinned me. I could have overpowered her in a few seconds. But she held me long enough to win the second point.
On the way back home she was jumping up and down, "so what was that bet about? Oh, right! Either you got to fuck my face, OR..?"
She held hear hand near her ear as if having issues hearing me.
"Or you sit on my face," I said, defeated.
"Damn right!" Jessica was all smiles.
It was late when we got home, she took a shower, then so did I. When I got to bed she was snoring. I didn't wake her up, even if I was certainly hard. I knew she wouldn't have minded being woken to be fucked, but the girl needs to sleep every now and then.
What I hadn't expected was waking up to a, "breakfast is served!"
She can't cook to save her life so what the fu-- when I opened my eyes, her crotch was hovering above my face. My sense of smell woke at that time. Sure, I acted all dejected when I lost the bet, but because I *lost the bet*, not because I didn't like going down on her. I was about to use my fingers like she loved it, instead, she lowered herself on me and moved her hips.
She was actually riding my face!
I laughed in surprise and began licking her.
"That's it. Eat it..."
She had probably wanted to say more but her own moan cut her off. My my hand went up to knead her breast and it was as wonderful as I had always found it to be. I licked her folds, yet, I couldn't do what I normally go for when it came to oral sex.
From bottom to top, then concentrate a little on her clit before licking all the area... whatever I got to do wasn't within my power to decide. She was grinding against me and was wetter than ever.
I tweaked her nipple gently and she moaned again. I really wanted to grab her, throw her on the bed and violently fuck her until the neighbors complained about the banging sounds of our bed against the wall (...again!), but I am a man of my word. So I let her sit on my face, I made sure to make her cum. And hard, dammit.
I tried to make my tongue go inside her by she moved yet again. So I concentrated my efforts on her clit. I licked, then sucked, then grazed my teeth ever so slightly. I heard her breathe in, then exhale in a strange, irregular way. Her orgasm was near. I supposed that sitting on the face of the guy that's usually rough and domineering, the power exchange itself, held a lot of meaning and represented a turn on.
My other hand found her but and the angle on my elbow was going to be most uncomfortable, but still, I slapped her butt as I ate her. She squealed and rode my face faster. She was so fucking wet and moving her hips so fast, I was slightly afraid of choking to death. Then again, having a beautiful girl (with a pussy with a flavor that begged to be eaten) riding your face is probably one of the best ways to go.
I just dove in, losing myself in the delicate texture of her labia against my tongue, of her scent filling me, of her voice asking for more...
...of her trembling legs as she came, of her hand grabbing my hair as she screamed her release.
She collapsed backwards and I sat up, holding her legs in place as I ate her more than she had asked for. She came again almost immediately. And again. I kept on licking with urgency until she was begging me to stop. She had to do so a few times before I actually did.
Jessica was panting when I finally let her go. With some difficulty, she propped her head on her hand as she was lying on her side. Her eyes trailed down my body and saw that I was, most obviously, hard.
"Damn it!" Jessica seemed angry with herself.
And we both knew why.
