Plaything

David Peters sat in his armchair, his PlayStation console in his hands. David was a large kid, broad-shouldered and thick-armed, with a mop of brown hair and a chiseled jawline. His pale blue eyes were focused on the TV screen he had mounted on the wall, the alternating colors illuminating the walls and the furniture as he played his favorite game.

It would have been a scene seen in the bedrooms of many young men if it weren't for one thing -- David had his pants around his ankles, his knees spread wide as Lana knelt between his legs, dutifully sucking his cock.

Lana wore only her grey Calvin Klein thongs and thick white socks, her back arched as she bobbed her head up and down in David's lap. She had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking it in sync with her lips, while her left hand cupped his balls.

"Fuck, Lana, just like that," David said without taking his eyes off the game.

Lana started taking more and more of David's cock into her mouth until it began hitting the back of her throat like a battering ram. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide, pushed her tongue forward, and inch after inch of David's warm meat started sliding into her throat. Lana didn't stop until she'd buried her nose in his pubic hair and smelled his sweat. She looked up, searching for his gaze, but David still had his eyes on the game. Lana massaged his balls gently, then pulled back, took another deep breath, and repeated the process.

"David, where are you?" Lana's mum Angelica called from downstairs.

"Don't even think about stopping," David told Lana, then yelled, "I'm playing a game, leave me alone."

Lana pulled his cock from her mouth and grinned up at him as she stroked him, saying, "I wasn't planning to," before she went back to work with her mouth. Lana took him down her throat three more times before he took control of the situation. David threw his console away, buried his fingers in Lana's brown hair with his right hand, and began dictating her pace. Lana's throat was wide open for him by then so he could face-fuck her to his heart's content -- she kept her mouth open and rested her palms on her thighs.

"Glurkh! Glurkh! Glurkh!"

It only took him about a minute before he was on the verge of orgasm. Lana's mascara had spilled down her cheeks by then and spit ran down her chin, but she still dutifully closed her mouth and her eyes. David jerked his cock with his right hand, holding Lana's head in place with the left until he groaned and exploded. Rope after rope of his warm cum landed on her face and Lana flinched each time. It came to an end when David pressed the tip of his cock to her lips again and she opened her eyes as she started to clean him off, her eyelashes nearly glued together.

"No one sucks it like you, baby," David said, a little out of breath, as he picked up his console and went back to playing his game.

Lana preened at the compliment. "Thank you, D." She made sure to polish his cock extra well.

When she was finished, she sat back on her haunches, swiping some of the cum from her eyelids with her middle finger and licking it clean, staring up at David the entire time.

David glanced down at her and laughed. "No, Lana, later."

"Oh, c'mon, just a little quickie."

"Later, you little slut."

"Ugh, fine," Lana said and climbed to her feet. With David's cum still on her face, Lana cracked open his bedroom door and peeked through the slit. Seeing that the coast was clear, she ran down the hallway to the bathroom, her tits bouncing, and quickly closed the door behind her.

Lana found her gaze in the mirror, and smiled in spite of herself. Her brown hair fell past her shoulders in gentle curls, her green almond-shaped eyes sparkled with lust, while her dainty nose, her smooth cheeks, and her full lips were covered with globs of David's cum. David always said she looked best with cum on her face, and she couldn't help but agree.

Lana scooped up some of the cum on her face with her fingers and carried it to her tits, gently rubbing it into her skin. I'm such a whore. David had a girlfriend, and to make matters even more complicated, his father was dating Lana's mother Angelica. That didn't stop Lana from dropping to her knees the second he called her into his room and pulled out his cock, though. A moan escaped her, and the next thing she knew she was lying on her back in the bathroom, her legs spread as she played with her pussy with one hand and fed David's cum into her mouth with the other. After servicing David with her mouth, Lana was primed and ready -- she orgasmed within a couple of minutes, letting out a muffled moan as she did so.

When her legs finally stopped shaking, Lana got in the shower to clean herself off -- it was way too obvious that she'd had a dick in her mouth recently because of her smeared makeup and frazzled hair. She scrubbed herself clean until the only evidence that remained was the taste of cum in her mouth, then wrapped herself in a towel and walked into her bedroom.

Lana let the towel drop and opened her closet, thinking about what she wanted to wear. She had a lot of options -- booty shorts, leggings, sweatpants, or only thongs -- but that hadn't always been the case. Back when Lana was an ugly duckling and David was still her main bully, she had to endure her mother's vicious fashion choices that mostly involved velvet pants and cardigan sweaters, along with bob cuts and a deliberate unavailability of makeup.

That was long before Lana had grown into her body. She used to be tall and skinny, with no curves to speak of and an ass flatter than an ironing desk. But during the summer Lana turned eighteen, everything began to change. She kept her long, supermodel legs, but her hips widened and she developed a chiseled ass everybody drooled over. She also kept her flat tummy, but her mosquito bites turned into tits that filled out every shirt she tried on. It wasn't long until men came chasing after her, and they quickly taught her to love the taste of cock.

Just the thought of men's scorching gazes on her skin was enough to get Lana hot and bothered all over again. She cupped her breasts with one hand while the other slipped between her legs as she considered whether or not she should pay David another visit. He was too busy to fuck her, but Lana wouldn't mind sucking him dry again. Something about David emptying his balls on her face with no regard for her pleasure trumped all the other times he buried every one of his inches in her tight pussy.

She dismissed the option before she could get herself all worked up. David wanted to be left alone until dinner, so Lana wouldn't disobey. But as her eyes fell on a cute top she'd bought a few days ago, her lips stretched into a wicked smile. David refused to give her any attention, but that didn't mean that people on Instagram were equally reluctant.

*****

A few hours later, Lana sauntered down the stairs and made her way into the dining room. The house they lived in was large and luxurious, boasting high ceilings and marble floors, a gym and a pool in the basement, and six bedrooms. The dining room had a large table with a crystal chandelier hanging above it, and that's where Lana found her mother, Angelica, and her boyfriend, Alan.

Lana's mother was a beautiful woman who had just turned forty a few days earlier. Angelica had the same brown hair, the same perfect tits, and the same long legs. She'd had Lana when she was twenty with some drug dealer who'd emptied himself inside her in the back of his Cadillac and forgot all about her, and that little mistake had prevented Angelica from capitalizing on her good looks for a very long time.

Her fortunes didn't change for the better until she met Alan. He was a divorced businessman, apparently richer than God, and in need of a woman to warm his bed. He'd invited Angelica to come live with him a few weeks after meeting her, liking a woman who could please him in bed and keep her mouth shut out of it, and Lana's life had been on the up-and-up ever since. The only downside to the arrangement was that Alan was a cold man, controlling by nature, and one of his many demands was that the entire family had to come together for dinner every Monday evening, no matter what.

"Ah, there you are," Angelica said when Lana appeared, but then her mother noticed what Lana was wearing. "Honey, shouldn't you put some more clothes on?"

Lana wore a white top and some booty shorts, and she knew she looked amazing in them because her social media was blowing up after she'd posted a couple of pictures of herself, squatting in front of the mirror. Not that Angelica would understand. Lana suspected her mother was afraid to death that she would turn into a slut just like her, which is why she'd spent Lana's teenage years trying to make her look as unattractive as possible. That didn't really work out for her, did it?

"Mum, we're home, who's going to see me?"

"Well, I..." Angelica trailed off with a pinched expression on her face, glancing at Alan to check his reaction. Lana couldn't help but wonder if Angelica worried that Alan would think her a slut, or if she was worried that Alan would try to fuck her.

Before her mother could finally make up her mind, Lana took a seat across the table from her and crossed her arms, to make it plain she wasn't going anywhere.

"Where is David?" Alan asked, his deep voice filling the dining room.

"I'm here, I'm here," he said as he came around the corner, annoyed as ever for having to join them at dinner this one night per week.

Lana smiled at him, hoping to draw his attention to her cleavage, but David sat down without so much as looking in her direction. He kept his eyes on the table, a slight frown on his face, and said nothing.

"Where were you?" Alan asked.

"I was playing a game," David replied, not meeting his father's gaze.

"You seem to do that a lot." Alan knocked on the table twice and two of the servants came into the room, carrying their food. They would have a steak this evening with mashed potatoes and a glass of the finest burgundy.

"Yes, dad, you've said that before." David tucked into the food, probably thinking that the sooner he finished eating, the sooner he'd be allowed to escape. Lana doubted it, but she liked watching him try. David looked hot when he was sullen.

"You'll have to do something with your life sooner or later, you know that, don't you?" Alan asked. His back was as straight as that of a military office as he cut up his meat and carried it to his mouth.

A robot, Lana thought, watching him.

"Dad, how many times do I have to say this: I'm taking a gap year, I'll start college next year, and then you won't have to worry about it anymore." David snatched his glass of wine from the table and took a deep sip.

"Worry about it? Why would I worry about it?" A slight frown marred Alan's features. "It's not my life, is it?"

"Then I'm not sure why you feel the need to repeat the same conversation every night." David crammed the last of the steak into his mouth, stood up, and said, "Good night." He walked out of the dining room before anyone could say a word.

Lana watched him go, then turned to Alan and Angelica. Her mother chewed her lip as she always did when she didn't know how to cheer up Alan, which was most of the time, while Alan kept eating, without saying anything. The silence stretched out for a couple of minutes, until he suddenly laid down his knife and fork, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and walked out of the dining room without a word.

When Lana heard his footsteps recede and the door of his study close behind him, she took a sip of her wine and said, "That was fun."

"Lana," her mother returned in warning. "That man provides for us."

"What's that have to do with his legendary humor?"

"You should dress more conservatively. I don't think Alan likes it."

"Are you afraid he'll think I take after my mother?" Lana swirled the wine in her cup. "Do you think he suspects you had the taste of another man's cum in your mouth the day you met him?"

"Lana!" Angelica said in a panicked whisper, looking around in fear to see if any of the servants were nearby.

Lana rolled her eyes. Her mother judged herself too harshly. So what if a beautiful woman took advantage of her body to get by in the world? It seemed to Lana that the entire world actively encourage it. Life was easy for women like them, so long as they were willing to go down on their knees and suck cock, and this knowledge didn't bring Lana any discomfort whatsoever. Why would it, when kneeling for a man was by far her favorite activity in the whole wide world?

"You sell yourself short, mum," Lana said as she sat her glass on the table and stood. "He'd have married you years ago if only you'd demanded it."

It was something of a sore point between them. They essentially lived as Alan's rentals. He could get rid of them any time he wanted with no repercussions, send them back to the public house where he found them, and trade in for a younger model.

"You know it's not that simple," Angelica said with a tired sigh, maybe for the hundredth time.

"Sure, mum." With that, Lana walked out of the dining room, back up the main staircase, and straight into her room.

If Lana was like most other girls, she'd have spent the rest of the evening gossiping on the phone with her friends, talking about which slut was spread her legs for which man. Or maybe she'd have watched some reality show until she fell asleep amid the pile of pillows that covered every inch of her king-size bed. Lana didn't do any of that. She got out her make-up kit, sat down in front of her vanity, and went to work, watching the minutes tick by.

Why do I keep doing this? Lana should've hated David with a passion, instead of waiting for him to send her a text, telling her to come to his room so he could fuck her. David had bullied her throughout her high school years. As a younger man, he hadn't appreciated seeing his mother replaced, and he blamed Angelica, whom he liked to call 'The Whore'. In school, however, Lana got the brunt of his anger. David had spread the word that she and her mother lived at his house, that they were a charity case sucking his father dry, and since David was the most popular kid at school, people were all too eager to take his word for it. Lana had to endure humiliation and embarrassment on a daily basis, and David never let up, not even for a second.

When Lana's body developed and she earned enough autonomy from her mother to start flaunting it, she should've rubbed her rise in status in the bastard's face. She should've fucked his best friend and use her desirability to have him shunned. Instead, she became David's plaything.

But the pleasure of the change was too sweet to ignore. It was her tight little pussy that made him start to behave himself, and her talented mouth that made him like her. After she'd given him her cherry, he'd even invited her to hang out with his friends for the first time. Every time she tasted his cock, she was reminded that her days of being a loser were behind her.

And he does have a magnificent cock, Lana thought. Of all the men who'd fucked her, David fucked her best, and that was the biggest reason why she kept coming back to him.

So when her phone lit up fifteen minutes later with a text message from David, Lana's face lit up with excitement.

David: come over.

Lana nibbled on her lip, thinking of ways to make this more exciting for him. Then she grinned and wrote back: what should I wear?

His response came in seconds: heels.

Lana smiled to herself. Trust David to have the best ideas. She got to her feet, ignoring all the clothes and lingerie she'd prepared, and went to her closet. Lana picked out a pair of six-inch silver heels, the highest she owned, then took off her top, her booty shorts, and her panties. She didn't put on the heels, though. The entire house would hear her walking down the hallway if she put them on too soon, even with the carpets to muffle the sounds.

Cracking open the door, Lana listened for any sounds of movement, and she found none, she scampered down the hallway to David's room. When she reached his door, she quickly put on her heels and knocked.

No answer came, but since she didn't want to spend another second naked in the hallway, Lana opened the door and slipped inside. She found David sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but his underpants, talking on the phone.

"...to come, baby, I swear," he said, but his eyes lit up when his gaze fell on Lana's naked body. He gestured for her to come closer.

Lana swayed her hips as she walked to him, watching a tent form in his underpants, and listened to his conversation. It sounded like he had his girlfriend Stacey on the other end of the line. As she came to stand before him, David ran one hand over her body, tweaking a nipple and making her moan, then down her belly and to her ass.

"Look, I'm telling you, I'm just not feeling very well." David spread his legs.

Lana fell to her knees for him. If she was reading the phone conversation correctly, it meant David had chosen to stay at home and fuck her rather than go out and fuck his girlfriend, and Lana would make sure he didn't regret that decision. So as Stacey kept mouthing off in his ear about her hurt feelings, Lana slid his underpants down his legs. She wanted to really take her time, so she leaned in and kissed his balls lightly, then started working her way up. Lana kept looking up at David as she worked her way up his shaft, holding his gaze. She wanted him to see how much better she was than his stupid little girlfriend, how he might take other bitches on dates, but if he wanted the wildest sex, he just needed to call Lana.

"Why can't you just trust me, that's what I don't understand!" David asked as Lana reached the tip and started swirling her tongue around it. Then she went back down the shaft again, licking it all over, while David's eyes followed her like a cat's might follow a laser point.

Lana started stroking his cock when her lips went to work on his balls, licking them, sucking on them. But then she got an idea. David's girlfriend Stacey had small tits, so Lana grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand and poured some of it onto her tits, spreading it around just like she did with his cum a couple of hours earlier.

Once she'd lubed her tits nice and evenly, she leaned forward and squeezed his cock between them, and started giving him a titty job. Lana's breasts were like soft and comfortable melons, and she grinned when she saw David's eyes roll back in pleasure. He seemed to like it even more when Lana stuck out her tongue and licked his tip every time it emerged from the valley between her breasts.

"Look, I sent you a picture of my room to prove I'm home, I told you a hundred times I'm not feeling well, I don't know what else you expect me to do."

His cock felt like heaven between her tits, hard as a rod, and with every moment, her pussy ached to have it inside her. Lana could just see how her pussy lips would spread when David thrust forward, how she'd take him inside her and milk him until he gave her another dose of his cum.

Forgetting all about the titty job, Lana took his cock into her mouth and started sucking him. She bobbed her lips up and down his shaft, stroking his base as well, and it seemed David had about enough of the teasing as well.

"Listen, you have decide if you trust me on your own, I don't think I can help you with that." David hung up the phone and threw it on the bed, then he grabbed Lana by the hair, pulled her to her feet, and bent her over the edge of the bed. Before Lana knew it, David was kneeling behind her, his tongue working the folds of her pussy, and when he reached her clit, she buried her face in the sheets to keep down the sounds of her moaning.