Page 12 of His Dark Vices

"Teacher's pets?" I offer, caressing her cheek while giving her a sympathetic look.

"Something like that. No way that goody-goody has a life."

"I know the type. I have an annoying girl like that in one of my classes, too," I bait her, finding myself getting harder as I picture Bree in my mind. "She has curly hair that she always wears in a bun?—"

"That's the girl in my class!" Kendall says, inadvertently gripping me a little tighter. "Oops, sorry," she purrs, then starts to free her ample tits from her loose off-the-shoulder sweater. "Perry something, that's what the professor calls her. When no one has the answer, he just asks her. Sooo annoying."

Kendall's soft tits envelop my dick as she takes me between them. She starts to bob up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick as she massages me at the same time.

I figure that's about as much as I'll get out of her about Bree, so I let her keep working.

Her soft moans and giggles fade into the background as I get lost in my thoughts, focusing on the heat and friction from Kendall but picturing Bree. I know a few girls who are closer to her and can tell me more, but if I ask them, they'll run their fat mouths to her at the first chance they get. Same goes for her dad. If I mention Bree, he'll warn her to stay away from me.

I sigh and close my eyes as Kendall takes me into her mouth. She pauses the massage to taste my length. She pops me in and out wetly, getting me nice and slick, before sliding me between her tits again. With a grin, she starts bouncing, holding me as tight as she can.

"Shit," I whisper, resting my hand on her head.

"You like that?" she coos, licking her lips pointedly.

What I'd like is to have Bree titty-fucking me. I smirk, holding back a laugh. Kendall's tits are way bigger, but I'd stilllike to see Bree struggle to bury my thick dick between her small breasts. I bet she'd be embarrassed. Maybe she'd be the kind of girl to try to please me anyway.

I want to feel her cute little tits, pinch her nipples just to see her reaction.

I bet she's a virgin.

Kendall bounces faster, her tongue hanging out to flick at my tip when she gets close enough. Her softness swallows me up, wrapping all the way around my shaft. No way Bree could do that.

I want her to try. She needs to know the kind of dick she passed up.

"You like that dick?" I say, thinking about what Bree would say.

"Mmmhmm," Kendall moans. "You're so thick, baby."

"Think you can take that dick?"

Could Bree take it?

I remember the way she looked at me when she let the muffin fall between us. She felt confident when she rejected me, felt some surge of self-assurance, I could see it in her eyes. I bet it felt good to blow me off.

Just like it'll feel good when I thrust into her for the first time, let her taste my dick. The expression on her face will be delicious when she's at my mercy, begging me to make her come. It'll feel good to wipe that confidence off her face. I want to see what she looks like when she realizes she'll do anything to keep me around.

Kendall is working my dick at a steady pace, getting me closer and closer to the edge. Or is it the thought of Bree's submission making my dick leak? Kendall licks the stream away, purring her approval. I'm panting now, thinking about Bree swallowing my load, happy to get the opportunity, begging for it.

"You want it, don't you? You want to make me come?" I whisper, my eyes shut, picturing her.

"Yes, bab?—"

"You want to taste me, feel me filling up your mouth," I interrupt Kendall, remembering Bree's voice. "Beg for it, and I'll give it to you."

Kendall presses her tits tighter around me, bouncing as fast as she can. She's murmuring something low, but I don't strain to hear her. I want Bree begging me, dying to make up for the way she treated me.

I want her mouth filled with my seed, ready to swallow it all, everything I give her.

And then I want her to smile.

And thank me.

At the thought, I erupt with a grunt, holding Bree's face in my mind. Kendall gives a shriek of surprise as my load blasts into her face and spills onto her chest. She opens her mouth to catch the remaining spurts, unsure of what to do, and I keep shooting, releasing all my pent-up frustration.

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