Chapter 30

"As you wish," you said, once again quoting the Princess Bride to her without Sabrina seeming to realize it.

"Good daddy," she smirked, then leaned forward again and took the head of your cock into her mouth as she looked up at you with her big eyes.

"You know, if you keep calling me that, I'm seriously going to give you a spanking until your ass is red," you said.

"Mmm, pwomitheth," she grinned around your cock.

Sabrina went to work on you. Back in the copy room, there had been that thrill of the entire day, and doing it at work, that had been buzzing in your mind. Now you were here, comfortable in your shitty sublease of a room, Mosche somewhere out there in the apartment eating his stinky pizza, and you had all the time in the world to just enjoy it.

The first thing you realized was that Sabrina loved to use her tongue. She rubbed it on the bottom of your head, she trailed it up and down the side of your shaft. She would take little licks, and then she would talk a long lick like she was eating an ice cream cone. You also noticed that she tried her damndest to keep eye contact with you, which was fucking hot at any time of day, but for some reason when she would fumble for just that moment, missing her mouth with your dick and needing to readjust, it was the cutest and sexiest thing.

"You are just a special girl, Sabrina," you moaned.

"Mmm, thank you, baby," she said. "You're pretty special yourself. Have I mentioned I love the taste of your cock?"

"Not today you haven't," you said, though you couldn't remember if she'd said it to you yesterday or not.

"Well, maybe I'll have to remind you every day," she said, before taking you halfway into her mouth again and sucking you like a straw. "Mmmm, your precum is perfect," she hummed once she released you again.

"You really like it that much?" you asked.

"Mhmm," she nodded, holding your dick with one hand and giving you this innocent, earnest look.

"Do you have a cum fetish?" you asked.

"Not really," she said. "I mean, I've had sex and all, but I've never really explored stuff like that."

"Where have you had cum on you before, then?" you asked. "I want to cum somewhere you haven't had it before. We can see how it makes you feel."

"Um, well in my mouth obviously. And once on my face, but my boyfriend shot small loads so it wasn't much," she said. "And on my ass a bunch when he'd pull out after doggie. Any time we fucked doggie style he'd cum really quick."

"That it?" you asked.

"Mhmm," she hummed again. She hadn't stopped playing with and teasing you while you talked.

"Take off your shirt and bra," you told her.

She did it without question. Sabrina pulled her shirt up from the waist, pulling it right over her head, and then undid her bra and set both garments aside.

"Fuck, Sabrina," you groaned, and leaned down and immediately took one of her small tits in your mouth, mauling the other one in your hand as you held her still at her bare waist. Her nipple was already firmed up and you played your tongue over it, sucking hard.

"Oh, John. Fuck, yes, do it like that," she moaned. "Fuck, no one's been that hard on my tits before and it feels so fucking... huuuh, that's good."

You switched tits, sucking on the other and pinched the nipple you had just left in between your fingers. You took your time, enjoying her small tits and smooth skin and just the smell of her as she ran her fingers through your hair and crooned wordlessly.

Eventually, you pulled away and stood back up, looking down at her as she cupped her tits, feeling her roughly treated nipples. "Back in your mouth now," you told her, and she leaned forward and took your direction. "Fuck yes, Sabrina. I'm going to come on your tits. I'm going to spray my hot cum all over them."

"Mmm," she hummed, and reached up and started hacking you off as she sucked hard on your head. Always with her eyes up to watch you.

"Is that what you want? You want me to drain my balls all over you?" you asked. "You're such a slut for my cock, Sabrina. Yesterday you showed me everything in a public restaurant. Your little tits, you puffy, needy little cunt. Anyone could have seen you, but you did it just to tease me. And then we risked everything because you couldn't wait another second for my cock. At work? Really? Is that how hungry you are for it?"

"Yes," she hissed, jerking you faster and faster as she aimed you down at her chest. "Yes, I want it, John. Fuck, this is so fucking wrong, fucking you. You're not my boyfriend. We've barely even been friends for a month. Before then you were just a boy I saw in my classes. Fuck, my nipples are so fucking hard right now, I'm such a fucking whore thinking about your cock."

"How many people saw you orgasm just to the view of my cock on the video from yesterday, Sabrina?" you asked.

Sabrina bit her lip, looking like you might as well have been fingering her and driving her towards her own orgasm. "Almost fifteen hundred last I checked," she moaned. "Fifteen hundred men and women, who know I'm an absolute slut for your cock, John."

You came, your balls pulling up hard into you and your cock throbbing in her grip. You pulsed half a dozen times, your cum hitting her chest in thick splorts and leaving her looking like a splatter painting.

"Fuck, fuck," you panted, backing away from her a bit when she leaned forward and sucked your cockhead again, pulling the last bit of cum from you.

Sabrina looked up at you, that last string of semen on her tongue as she stuck it out at you, then she swallowed it with this look on her face like she was right on the edge of her own delicious orgasm.

"Shorts and panties off," you ordered her, and just like before Sabrina started to follow your orders, leaning back to sit on her ass and pushing down her jean shorts and thong.