B-Day Ch. 02

Friday night seemed to come too soon. Even so, I'd mentally drafted my getup far in advance; I was feeling particularly competitive.

I put on my tallest velvet heels, and I hiked my little natural breasts with a pushup cami. The fancy (read: overpriced) sheer chiffon top I'd ordered online fit me perfectly, as was my cherry-red miniskirt. I tried to lay on the slutty eyeshadow as heavily as I could get away with.

Evander seemed to appreciate the effort, though in his usual understated manner, the only praise he offered was "You look good, girl."

In the world of such a discriminating man, I've come to learn that this is a huge compliment. I tried to take it as such, though part of me wished he'd be a little more expressive. Meanwhile, he merely wore slippers, khakis and a white t-shirt. Beautiful guys like him have it too easy.

Mariko showed up at our front door at exactly 9 pm. She looked a little different I'd imagined.

I'll admit, I was inclined to be cattishly judgmental. In person, she looked much more her age. Her skin was a bit more porous and splotchy than I felt had been advertised.

Her hair was considerably longer than expected as well, falling shoulder-length and dyed dark auburn an inch past the root. This all confirmed to me that her photos were not exactly current.

Also, apart from a chic straw fedora and blood-red lipstick, her presentation was disarmingly plain?a drab wool sweater, bluejeans, burlap handbag, and worn white sneakers. Yet as much as I wanted to nitpick, it had to admit that she was undeniably, viscerally sexy. Much more so than I, and she didn't seem to even try that hard.

I considered that maybe she was trying to downplay herself for my sake, but either way I saw not a whit of disappointment in Evander's eyes. He seemed spellbound. I immediately felt out of sorts.

Although she was of small frame like myself, there was a "bigness" to her aura. It was a shameless air, defiant even, and as she sauntered into our apartment unhesitatingly, I found myself tensing up.

Evander looked down at me, smiling. "It's okay," he said, patting my shoulder. I felt my heart slow down as his large warm hand graced me, but even his gentle consolation couldn't completely calm my nerves at the moment.

"Hi, Mariko. My name is Abi...Abigail Khaing. And this is?"

Mariko sucked her crooked teeth and interrupted me, staring me down with her sly eyes. "You dunno know how to fuck your man?" she snapped with a smirk on her thin crimson lips.

I paused, then squinted, my brain suddenly processing her implication."What? Of course I know how to! I-it's just that..."

"Haha! You dunno how to fuck your man, eh? Okay honey, you will learn it tonight. Watch and learn," Mariko said teasingly, placing her bag on the floor next to her, then pulling up her shabby sweater to reveal her bare, perky breasts.

Her nipples were caramel-tan and positively tiny, standing erect. I saw Evander's eyebrow raise.

"Hi Mr. Evander," she said with a voice oozing exaggerated flirtatiousness. Evander chuckled, looking highly entertained. I saw that telltale bulge begin to form under his khakis. She clearly did too, because her eyes met it expectantly, a wide smile now on her face.

"Hi, Mariko," he simply said back in a relaxed, upbeat tone. I stared at him, seeing how focused he was on her as she stood half-naked in our well-lit living room.

"Abi," she said to me without breaking eye contact with Evander, "you suck his dick now. Get your man ready for me." "I..." I sputtered, not expecting her to be so commanding.

"Do as Mariko says, Abi," Evander said to me calmly, the bulge in his pants now extending almost halfway to his knee. He clearly was not off-put by this woman's tone as I was. In fact, he seemed quite enamored of it.

I hesitated. This was another thing I was insecure about?my gag reflex. I've been working on it, but it's still an impediment when I go down on him. He seems to enjoy my attempts, but I can never tell if it's good enough for him; often he stops before he even orgasms and remarks that, yes, it's "good enough." Sigh.

I dropped to my knees and leaned in, feeling him tower over my little body. I grabbed the cold steel of his belt buckle and tugged it loose. With shaking hands I unbuttoned his pants, feeling his dark weapon swell against my forearm through the thin cloth.

Gripping him by the waist, I tucked my thumbs under the stretchy lining of his silk boxers and, hooking my middle fingers around his belt loops, slid everything down slowly.

Inch by inch, my lover's weighty, dusky penis revealed itself. The further down I pulled, the wider Mariko's eyes became.

"Oh," Mariko exclaimed with a mixture of real and affected surprise. "Does it have...an end?"

For the first time, we all shared a knowing chuckle. Of course she'd seen photos of his penis, but there is certainly something about seeing it up close that drives home just how generous his endowment is, and how beautifully güvenilir bahis shaped it is as well.

As the unveiling of his smooth cocoa-colored shaft continued, Mariko slipped a hand down her jeans and moaned embarrassingly loud. It was clear that this woman was as brazen as she was actorly.

"Oh, I see. It is a monster! Big dark monster," Mariko said with a playful whisper, her nipples visibly standing on end as she finally was able to see Evander's blessed penis in all its glory.

Finally, the bulbous mushroom head slipped out from under the cloth veil, catapulting upward stiffly. "So perfect! Koi no yokan..." Mariko said, followed by another loud moan that made me hope our neighbors couldn't hear.

I had honestly never seen Evander so erect before. I could see the smooth brown skin of his penis strain against the firm tissue underneath. It was Mariko having this effect him, of course, not me.

I swallowed hard, trying to block out envious thoughts. Part me of hated our new guest already, and as I saw her and Evander's eyes lock, I almost snapped.

I shook myself out of my funk, determined not to let her have all the fun, and I gripped my lover's hefty penis in my hands with determination. The familiar feeling of his engorged veins pulsing rapidly in my palms inspired me, and opened my mouth wide.

"Show respect. Look up at your man when you suck him," Mariko demanded. "You are a very lucky girl, Abi." I nodded in agreement, and did as told. I glanced up at Evander with my best look of focused desire that I could muster, slowing the movement of my eyelids to a crawl.

Evander's penis slowly pushed its way through my widened lips, filling the entire expanse of my tiny mouth from cheek to cheek.

It felt heavy and warm on my tongue, the taste bittersweet. Evander's an impeccably clean man, but sweaty cock will always taste like sweaty cock, and I've learned to savor the taste.

I began sucking him off. I started bobbing my head up and down on the wide bulb, conjuring up as much saliva as I could muster from the depths of my throat.

He put his big controlling hand on my head, stroking my temples at first, then lightly tugging my hair towards him as he swayed his hips gently back and forth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mariko furiously strumming her clit under her pants, and knew that she was every bit as aroused as we were. She continued to address me brashly.

"Abi, I think Evander's penis is so very big. Maybe too big for you. What you think?"

I merely nodded, giving her a stifled "Mmhm!" through my clumsy slobbering as I intrepidly tried to push Evander deeper into my throat.

I immediately regretted trying to show off, as I felt acid well up in my gullet. I began to gasp and hack, blinking as tears formed at the edges of my eyes. I pulled away, still heaving, strings of drool still running between my lips and his humongous member.

"That's all she can do?" Mariko taunted. I felt frustration mount in me, but said nothing.

"Hmm, she's still learning," Evander said casually, eyes still locked on her. I then heard him address me. "Open wider, Abi. Remember what I said about no teeth?"

Mariko laughed at me again. I said nothing and opened my mouth wider, feeling my jaw jack open uncomfortably and my lips stretch. I continued to messily slurp him down as best I could, my saliva glands running like a faucet.

I was still determined to hold my own. Gathering some of the spit around his glans, I began to slide my two tiny hands up and down the shiny length of his impossibly fat shaft. I figured if I couldn't go deep, I'd at least give some service along the rest of his member.

That didn't seem to elicit any strong reaction from him, though. If he noticed, he didn't seem to care. I closed my eyes, unable to look up at him anymore. I felt ashamed that I couldn't please him.

Mariko sniggered, then waved her hands dismissively. "Phh, she is so boring. Why she can't go deeper?" She asked Evander, who shrugged again in response and joined in laughing with her.

I suddenly felt so small. Not just physically in contrast to Evander's towering physique, but also to Mariko, whose personality seemed to fill the room and blot out my own entirely.

I heard her huff loudly. She further disparaged my meager oral skills with a sneer as she unbuttoned her jeans. She then disregarded me for a moment and focused on her grand prize.

"Forget her. So you like ass, Evander?" I could taste crystalline droplets of pre-cum on his head. I suppose my desperate oral service was "good enough," as he would say, as his response sounded undisrupted if nothing else.

"I do, Mariko," he said as he tugged my hair towards him forcefully. I immediately felt like I was going to gag, but I collected myself.

I felt my little girlcock begin to twitch in arousal, creating a sticky little dot at the crotch of my underwear. I loved hearing his deep, confident voice as he nonchalantly used my face.

Our guest took a türkçe bahis step closer to us and placed her hands on her hips. "Mm, that's so dirty, Evander. You are a dirty boy! Why you want to fuck my ass?"

"Why wouldn't I, Mariko? You brought it to me. Straight to my front door, even," Evander said as his grip on my head tightened. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms and legs.

Her voice again filled the room. "Mmm, yes Evander. You are quite a dirty boy, so I am a dirty girl. I think it is a perfect match." "Perhaps," he replied without a care in the world. "Turn around, Mariko, and let me see what you're offering."

With an exaggerated swivel, Mariko turned around and jutted her little backside out, turning her head to fix him with her signature stare. I could hear him faintly chuckling under his breath, the vibration of his abs trailing to my lips.

His eyes fell right on her butt, and I could sense him scrutinizing its shape, visualizing it through her raggedy jeans. It only took a split second. He didn't ogle like some guys; he made his assessments quickly.

Squinting, he stroked the scratchy salt