Dibs: House Guest (Part Five)

She plants a big wet kiss on his face. When she pulls him out she’s grinning ear to ear.

“Ooh, I know how to cheer you up!”

She puts him down on her thigh and starts delicately undoing his belt.

“Wait…! What are you doing!”

She giggles. “I’m gonna give my pet a little treat.”

He grips his pants frantically but she’s able to tug them down with ease, pulling them down to his knees.

“Aww!” she squeals with delight. “What a cute little penis!”

He blushes as she gently lifts it with her finger. To his horror it starts getting hard. She lifts him up close to her face, her enormous brown eyes locking onto his.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Bunny?”

He blushes again as she gently kisses the side of his head. His voice dries up in his throat. He tries to cover himself up with his hands but she keeps his arms pinned behind him.

“Aww!” she giggles. “You don’t have to be shy, cutie! You belong to me now. You’re mine.” Her voice gets increasingly breathy as she speaks. “All of you is mine.”

His stomach flips as her eyes flick down to his penis, which is now almost fully erect. He watches with fascinated terror as her huge tongue snakes out from between her lips. He feels the warm wet surface of it slide under his dick and lift it up to her soft, pillowy lips.

“Please…” he stammers. “Don’t do this! I love my wife.”

To his surprise, she pulls him away from her slightly, letting his penis slide out of her mouth. She starts gently stroking the side of his face with her finger.

“Aww, you’re such a sweet little guy,” she coos with a sympathetic pout. “I know you love Diane, cutie. But she’s not your wife anymore. She’s your owner.”

“But…”

“And I’m sorry little guy but she’s done with you! You heard what Sasha said.”

He’s on the verge of tears. “I… I don’t…”

“Shhhh,” she whispers, her hot breath washing over his face as she continues petting him. He hates himself for it but he does find it strangely comforting.

“She doesn’t want you anymore, so now it’s time to pass you on to someone who will get more use out of you. You’re just like those cute shoes she wants to give me. You’re my little hand-me-down.”

Suddenly he’s enraged again. “Even if I can’t be with Diane I don’t want to belong to you!” he roars, choking back tears. “You’re a spoilt little brat and I fucking hate you!!!”

Infuriatingly, she just giggles, resuming her cheerful bratty demeanor. “Oh that’s okay Bunny! It’s not really up to you. But don’t take it personally. My cute new shoes don’t get to decide who wears them either.”

She changes her grip on him so that her index finger is covering his mouth.

“I wonder how fast I can make you come!”

“Mmmfff!!!”

She licks her finger and thumb and starts gently toying with his penis, which quickly becomes hard despite his best efforts.

She giggles. “You know when like, you bring your phone into the bathroom with you so you don’t get bored? But then like, even when you’re done you just sit there for like half an hour because your phone is so fun to play with.”

“Mmmfff!!!”

Despite his rage he feels himself becoming more and more aroused at an alarming rate until he has to devote all his concentration to resisting the urge to ejaculate.

“This is just like that. I was done like a million years ago, but you’re just like, so much fun to play with! You’re like the best toy ever.”

She giggles as she lifts his body up to her mouth. Once again her tongue lifts his penis up to her lips, which eagerly wrap around it. Her tongue swirls around amidst the warm wash and gentle suction of her saliva.

Despite himself he lets out an involuntary moan. This makes her giggle delightedly, causing her lips to vibrate around his penis. This sensation pushes him over the edge and he explodes, spraying thick ropes of hot come into her waiting mouth.

He comes so hard he feels it in his stomach, feels his fingers and toes tingling. The sensation is too powerful for him, overwhelming to the point where he involuntarily fights to pull out, to shy away, but she doesn’t let him.

“Mmm!” she squeals with pleasure, continuing to giggle as she happily sucks him completely dry, her lips still vibrating against him with her cheerful laughter.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, his climax comes to an end. She lets him fall back limp into the palm of her hand.

“Good boy, Bunny,” she whispers, and plants a wet kiss on his face before standing up to stroll back to the living room.

She sits down on the couch and puts him down on top of her thigh, face down. He’s barely had a chance to yank his pants back up before she crosses her other thigh on top of him, trapping him under it. She keeps him there for the remainder of the movie. Eventually, physically exhausted from thrashing uselessly against her for so long, he dozes off.