Lush Life

(AN: This is a requested entry from an anonymous commenter, mostly because i liked the idea, so if you are out there, this is for you. Any other ideas send them my way.)

Los Angeles, California.

I woke up just as the sun started to peek through the blinds. As I stirred out of my sleep fog, I felt around for warmth that wasn't there. I rubbed the crust from my eyes and rose up with a frankly embarrassing groan, my eyes finally adjusting to the light. I heard movement in the hallway bathroom before I heard bare feet on the marble.

"Morning," Ana chirped, dressed in a black sports bra and hip-hugging purple leggings. Her hair was tied up into a messy ponytail, her makeup free face flashing that beautiful smile. She stepped towards the edge of the bed and kissed me on the temple. "Can you do me a favor?"

"What is it?" I mumbled.

Ana sat on the bed and ran her hand through my hair. "I have a package on the way. Can you keep an ear out?"

"Of course," I said, my eyes wandering over her toned midriff. "You going for a run?"

"Heading to the gym. I'll run there."

"Try not to..." I slipped my finger from the bedsheets to her stomach, running it over her smooth skin. "Burn too much energy."

"Ah-ah," Ana put her soft hand on my wrist to move it away. "Later."

Ana rose to her feet and sauntered over to the corner of the room to put on her sneakers. I was entranced by her bending over, intentionally putting on a show just to mess with me. She even tied her shoes with a little bounce just to drive all the blood in me straight downstairs. That's when I decided to finally get out of bed and give her a little tap on the ass.

"Mmm," Ana turned and kissed me, a quick peck on the lips that did nothing to satiate me. "Be patient, I'll be back before you know it. And keep the gate open for the delivery man, please!"

"I will..." I muttered as she walked out, staring at every inch of her. I moved towards my side of the bed, lazily pulling my shorts up my legs and slipping a plain white tee over my head. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shave, mostly because Ana liked me completely barefaced.

As I made my way downstairs, I heard Ana's car pull off. I figured I'd be spending my morning waiting for her to come back to me, her perfect figure all sweaty, smooth, and blushing from exertion. At least that was until ten minutes later when I got settled on one of the couches. The sound of a bronze G-Wagon swerving to a stop in my driveway made me get off the couch.

A bunch of thoughts raced through my head. It couldn't be Anya. It couldn't be, despite hoping, Florence. It certainly wasn't Ana unless she decided to take up carjacking in the last five minutes. I opened the door just a crack, peering through as the car idled for a short while. Almost like whoever was inside was waiting for confirmation that I was home.

I opened the door all the way and threw up a hand to the frankly illegally tinted windows. The engine turned off and the door swung open with blinding speed, its hinges squeaking from the force. A pair of long, tan legs followed then sandals skidded on the pavement.

Sydney.

"Boytoy!" She called with a beaming smile. I couldn't help but smile back. She was dressed like a wet dream in motion. She wore a casual dark orange floral sundress that simultaneously contained and enhanced that delicious curvature of hers. Her hair was tied into a low ponytail that drifted down her bare back.

"You," she said, pointing a delicate, bright orange nail at me. "Have some explaining to do."

"I do?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe as she stomped towards me. I ogled the way her body jiggled when she moved, especially when she decided to be over dramatic.

"You do," she poked me in the chest, her voice dripping with sensuality but masked with what felt like annoyance. Her eyes were lidded, her cleavage was mouthwatering, and she smelled like butterscotch.

"You uh," I paused as I brazenly reached out to cup her shoulder, patting her heavenly soft skin. "You plan on elaborating?"

"You put my name in the hat for HBO. And you," Sydney leaned in. "Changed my life."

"Did I? Are you sure?" I teased, playing dumb.

"Fuck off," Sydney put a hand on my chest, pushing me backwards into the house and closing the door behind her.

"Is uh... she not here?" Sydney asked somewhat sheepishly.

"Ana? She's at the gym. Why?"

"Nothing," Sydney said a little too fast as she walked towards the kitchen. She started looking around in my cabinets like she owned the house before sliding the pantry doors open. "Hell yeah."

Sydney pulled a pack of Oreos out, opening it with the familiar loud crackling of plastic. She popped one into her mouth, completely cavalier.

"Now," she mumbled. "This isn't some like, you're my Romeo, knight in shining armor, kinda thing."

"I did you a favor is all. I don't need you to." I shrugged.

"But you did plan on keeping it a secret?" She asked with a slight smirk before eating another cookie. I crossed my arms over my chest and moved toward her. She looked up at me, faux-innocent and fully aware of how good she looked.

"I'd probably get in trouble if I knowingly used my... connections to get you ahead of the pack."

"Ahead of the pack?" Sydney pouted. "You saying I wouldn't have gotten it either way? You saying I'm not good enough?"

"No-- Don't do that." I said.

"Do what?" Sydney turned up the sad eyes while pressing her arms to her chest to accentuate her deep, braless cleavage.

"Act-light me." I said.

Sydney broke and giggled. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You all know what you're doing when you use your skills to trick me into feeling bad. Ana does it all the time."

Sydney kept laughing and placed the box on the counter. I couldn't help but chuckle back, especially when she doubled over.

"That's adorable," Sydney wiped a tear from her eye before pulling me in for a tight hug, her face buried against my chest and her tits pressing firm against my shirt. "It's good to see you, Boytoy. I just wanted to say thank you."

"It's..." I wrapped my arms around her waist. "It's good to see you too."

Sydney pressed herself tighter to me. My cock swelled as I not so subtly moved my hands down to her ass. I slid my finger just along the hem until it met her curvy ass.

"No panties?" I whispered into her hair.

"I'm at *your* house. You think I'm just making a social call?" Sydney purred. My cock twitched again, angrier this time. She smelled good, she felt good, like always. But with Ana's tease earlier plus the pleasant surprise I had in my arms, I was insatiable.

"Turn around," I growled into her ear and loosened my grip on her body. Sydney let out a naughty giggle and spun around on one foot, sending the hem of her dress flying upwards. She leaned against the counter, propping herself up on her elbows. I put my hands on her shoulders and let them wander down her body, sending the thin straps of her dress down as well.

I leaned in to kiss her from the nape of her neck down to the curve of her spine through her dress. Sydney shuddered at my touch, grinding herself back and forth as I dropped to my knees with a painful, but ignored, thump. I rolled my fingers around her thighs before they found the end of her dress.

I yanked the fabric up the slope of her ass, my mouth watering when it came into full view. I licked my lips and dove right in, pressing my tongue right in the little gap between her clamped thighs. My tongue pushed past the soft skin and hurriedly found her wet pussy.

I wriggled it around wildly while I clasped my hands around her cheeks to keep them spread. She leaked onto my tongue in waves as deep, powerful gasps escaped her lips. I drowned myself in her taste before moving my tongue up to her asshole, licking a trail from the end of her cunny up to her blooming rosebud.

Sydney rocked herself on quivering legs, pressing herself even harder to my hungry tongue and lips. I lost myself in her back, letting her mess drip down my chin without a care in the world. I felt her nails dig into my scalp, then she started to work her hips as best she could, twerking and grinding against my face.

I removed my hands from her cheeks and down to her thighs, grasping her smooth skin while she pressed herself against my face. I was rock hard, so hard it hurt. But Sydney kept her grip on my scalp tight, bouncing herself against my tongue and lips and making her plump, rosy cheeks smack against mine.

"Fuck yeah..." I just barely heard Sydney mumble. "Just... a little... more... Ugh!" Sydney's pussy spurted like a geyser, spraying my face between the delectable gap I was buried in. I kept my tongue splayed to get as much as I could between my teeth, but Sydney was full on rolling her thick ass against me like my face was made of toilet paper.

"Fuuuucckkkkk that's it..." Sydney came to a sudden stop, which forced my tongue to spread her folds and pressed flat to her creamy inside. I allowed it to happen, forgetting to breathe, even forgetting where I was for several seconds. My cock was desperate for some form of freedom. I reluctantly pried my hands from Sydney's thighs, moved them down to my shorts, and yanked the material down as best I could.

Sydney, as though we had some sort of neural link, pulled me from her buzzing legs. She whipped herself around so quickly one breast, one fat, savory breast, popped free from her dress. She pulled me in for a hungry kiss, tasting herself off of my lips and biting my bottom lip. I put my hands around her waist.

"Lemme--" Sydney frantically broke the kiss before bringing her palm to her mouth. She spat into it like a baseball player then wrapped it around the base of my throbbing cock. I groaned, but it was cut short by another ravenous kiss. Sydney worked her hand over every inch of me with pronounced, wet strokes as she poured her tongue into my mouth.

Sydney moved her kiss from my lips to my neck, digging her teeth into my skin. She'd bite, then lick, then bite again, all the while keeping up her expert pace down below. I tried to move my hands up to grope her magnificent tits, but she had herself pressed so tight to me I didn't get a chance. But when she pulled her moist lips from my neck, my theory about our new neural link seemed to hold more weight.

"Just wait," Sydney said, swallowing hard before dropping to her knees. She looked up at me with big, pleading eyes before freeing her other tit. Her hand closed around my shaft. Then she opened her mouth and stuffed my cock into it. There was no tentativeness, not even an illusion of patience. Sydney immediately began bobbing her head, nearly deepthroating me with hungry moans.

The deeper she went, the tighter her grip got on my base. She kept her plump, pouty lips sealed tight around me, forcing a hiss to escape my gritted teeth. She kept her eyes closed, purely focused on putting everything into her blowjob. My hips bucked instinctively. My whole body seemed to go into shock, so much so that I had to lean forward and brace myself against the counter.

Sydney didn't stop. She sped up, loosening her lips when she drove forward to drench me in spit, then tightening them on the pull back. She got into a quick and sloppy rhythm, her tits bouncing steadily against her chest as strings of spit plopped into her cleavage. She managed to draw out a loud gasp from me when she moved her other hand to my sack, cupping and kneading gently.

I had no idea what had gotten into her. The noises were loud, but not just for show. Her head bobbing was both gawky and elite. She seemed determined to make a mess of both of us. I couldn't fight against my quivering hips, plugging myself deeper into her voracious mouth until I felt my orgasm rise.

"Syd!" I blurted. Her eyes flicked open. She slid her lips back, pursed them, and spat a thick helping of bubbly spit over the tip. I popped and shot like a rocket with most of it gumming up against her lips and leaking down her chin. Some ropes splattered so hard they streaked across the bridge of her nose, causing her to laugh like the confident seductress she was.

Sydney's lips, nose, and chin were caked in my jism, dripping down in thick globs. She licked her top lip and moved in with parted lips, slowly sucking me with her eyes open and locked onto me. I let out a choked laugh that turned into a whine as she slipped her tongue and lips over my most sensitive spot. She pulled back after a few silent seconds, save for the faint sound of her tongue swishing about.

"You know what would be crazy?" Sydney purred as she rose to her feet.

"What's that?" I asked as I pulled my shirt up and over my head. Sydney's hands found my chest as she planted a soft, wet kiss along my collarbone. I moved my hands down to her crumpled dress and slipped it over her head when she raised her arms. Sydney reached back to remove her hair tie. Waves of flat-ironed blonde tumbled down her sweaty back and pressed against her forehead, giving her an almost rugged look.

"If we were more... serious." She said, her smiling eyes trailing over my body like I was her own personal property.

"Serious?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Mhhmm," Sydney grabbed me by my wrists and tugged me towards the couches. She tossed herself onto the right one with a dramatic flop that made her entire body bounce. I crawled in with her like a moth to a flame, mounting her with one hand on her waist and the other just above my shaft.

I looked down to line myself up, gripping my cock and teasing her soaked entrance. Our foreheads touched when I slowly pushed myself inside of her. I didn't go all the way in, I wasn't even halfway, but it was like her folds had a mind of their own. They were hugging, grasping, begging for more of me.

"What do you mean by serious?" I asked her, my voice low.

"I know a guy," Sydney snaked her sweaty, delicate legs around my waist until her heels found the crack of my ass. But she didn't push, mainly because she knew she was in control. "I should say I knew."

"... Yeah?" I grunted as Sydney slowly sunk me into the depths of her pussy.

"Don't worry. He's nothing like you. In more ways than one. I should say he was."

"Yeah, past tense, I know how grammar works..." I stammered, miffed at how casual she was being while putting me through the wringer. My cock sank deeper and deeper with every low moan that escaped me.

"Well... we broke up. And I was on the phone with Maude and my mom and I was like 'I am so done with boys, ugh!'." Sydney said with an eye roll for dramatic effect.

"Uh... uh-huh..." I mumbled.

"But then," Sydney stopped herself and wrapped her arms around my neck. Silence followed for several agonizing seconds before she dug her back foot into my ass, forcing my cock all the way inside of her.

"Hng! Fuck!" Sydney arched her back, pressing her perfect body tight against me.

"Anyway..." Sydney took a deep breath as she started to grind her hips, fucking me as though I wasn't the one on top. "I said I was done... but then I thought about you."

"Mmhmm..." I huffed, my mind fried by Sydney's rolling, suffocating wetness. The softness of her arms around my neck, her big tits pancaking against my chest, clinging harder due to the sweat. Her sinful smile and eyes. I was lost in her.

"You're always ready to go... You're always here so I know where to find you. You're not high all the goddamn time. You totally gave Maude a major confidence boost. And... You helped me. Big time." Sydney explained, whispering all of it into my ear like she was trying to sell me something.

I couldn't say anything. I tried to roll my hips to join her, but she beat me to it. The tight, unrelenting tug of her around me was making me lightheaded. She was snug and smug, nibbling at my earlobe or licking my cheekbone. She was trying to draw my load out of me like there was no tomorrow.

"Again, not saying you're my Romeo but..." Sydney trailed off. She was close, rubbing herself against me so she could get even the tiniest bit of pressure on her clit. Her swollen nipples brushed against my chest, her legs were now fully wrapped around my waist. I squeezed my eyes shut and dug my fingers into her slippery waist just to have something to hold on to.

"There we go... there we gooooo..." Sydney moaned as her eyes briefly rolled into the back of her head. It was a slow, bone-rattling orgasm that sent shockwaves through her entire system and nearly sent me over the edge as well. She pulled me in for a hard, passionate kiss that had more behind it than ever before. I didn't think much of it. There wasn't much thinking to be done in my position.

"Hey," Sydney broke the kiss and cupped my face. Our noses touched, sweat dripping in slow beads. "Do you like dogs?"

"Not... wha?" I mumbled. Sydney giggled before planting a quick kiss on my lips.

"Just fuck me," Sydney purred, loosening her legs and letting her ass hit the couch. "Fuck me so you can get your senses back, Boytoy."

She only gave me a semblance of control, but that was all I needed. I angled myself so my knees were parallel against the ruined couch cushions. Sydney removed her arms from my neck and I rose up until my back was straight. She looked up at me with a naughty smile, biting the corner of her lip as a wordless gloat.

I immediately started to pound, slamming myself in and out of her with blitzing speed. Sydney quickly melted under me, her tits bouncing into blurs along her chest. I shoved myself into her relentlessly, spurred on by her groans and gasps.

"Haaahhh fuuuck! Yes! Yesyesyesyes!" Sydney blabbered, spit flicking from her pearly whites. She felt light in my powerful grip, but solid enough that she wouldn't shatter. I felt her orgasm rise and then clench me again like an emergency brake, but I was too strong and too focused to be stopped. My balls banged off her drenched butthole, my pelvis crashed against her thick ass and thighs.

"Harder! Harder!" Sydney screeched. I curled my body low, ignoring that I probably looked like the sweaty version of the Hunchback of Notre Dame from her perspective. I moved my hands from her waist to her wrists, grabbing them and pushing them together at her sweaty stomach. That contained her bouncing breasts, but just barely. It enhanced the view of their bounce, their insane heft.

I forced Sydney to toy with her own clit, opening her fingers up while watching my cock cramming her creamy pussy. That forced a loud, panicked gasp to escape her, her eyes going almost cartoonishly wide.

"OHMYGOD! HNNNG--FAAAAH!" Sydney exploded. A burst of fluid sprayed past her frantically swirling digits. There was so much it drenched my stomach and hers. I slowed down just to enjoy the show, but I didn't stop. I was digging deeper into her while focusing on her twisted, cockdrunk face.

But she wasn't as lost in it as I thought. A sly half-smile crossed her trembling lips as she started to roll her hips in time with my thrusts. Her already snug and fluttering insides had grown stronger. Stronger than I could handle. My second orgasm snuck up on me mid-thrust, a thick torrent pushing out of my cockhead and burrowing into her pink.

"Yeeeaahhh..." Sydney arched her back and licked her top lip as I basked in the feeling. My load pooled into her in clumps that quickly leaked out, but I kept myself inside. I probably looked ridiculously greedy, caked in sweat with my mouth agape and my eyes closed. But she clearly didn't care, instead focusing on stealing every last drop.

When my orgasm finally slowed, I felt myself going slack. I pulled out of her now audibly dripping pussy with a slick sound and collapsed against her. I angled myself so I was head first in her slippery melons, groaning as the weight of them cushioned my face. Sydney giggled and kissed the top of my head, then wrapped her arms and legs around me again.