Ibis - Leviathan Laroche (love letters to the dead .txt) 📗

arousal and a growing sense of panic. I needed to finish this fucking thing, and I needed to finish it FAST.

I heard Zoe moan as she rubbed her head against my jeans. She was asking for the fingers like a child would ask for a toy. Dammit, I needed two hands to write, but she was so incredibly hot... I complied and gave her my fingers to suck for thirty seconds before taking them away again. And again, the girl moaned on her knees, and I gave her my fingers—it went on like this for a few minutes. Even though the gesture turned me on, I had to finish the article, and that meant typing with both hands.

I tried to slid my fingers out, but she tightened her lips and held them like that. "Zoe, come on..." I pleaded. She shook her head and kept on sucking, eyes closed and smiling. "Zoe..."

I took my fingers out, but she wouldn't leave them. Zoe opened her mouth wide and kept leaning her head towards the fingers in some sort of ridiculous chase—if I brought my fingers to the right, she'd lean right and try to wrap her mouth around them; all the while producing desperate moans, as if my fingers were food and she was starving. I did admire her dedication to her slave posture, however—not for one second did she try to rise, and her hands remained firmly behind her back as if actually restrained.

I quickly had enough and genuinely snapped. "Zoe, enough!" I showed my index to her as one would during a scolding, and she just smiled and tried sucking that one. "Zoe!"

The girl's face turned red and she pressed her head against my thigh to laugh raucously. "Hahahahah! You're so mad!" She looked up at me and bit her lip. "I'm sorry, I'm just having fun..."

"Zoe, I need my two hands to write this thing. Please."

She made an exaggerated pout with her lips, even though her smile was still visible. She placed her chin on the top of my leg to look at me—just like dogs (or rather bitches) do with their owners. "I'll leave your fingers alone, fine."

"Thank you."

"But..." Her expression turned into one of begging. She was giving me the sad puppy eyes. "I still need something to suck..."

Her lips were parted. Somehow, I could feel the hunger on her lips like a tangible energy, and that hunger was desperate. It was the hunger of someone starving. I immediately understood what she meant.

"What?" she said, and this time, her expression was not playful acting, but very real concern. "You... you don't want me sucking your cock?"

I could see how terrifying the idea was to her—imagine being a girl and being turned down by a guy when you offer to blow him. I wasn't about to destroy her self-esteem forever, so I quickly petted her hair as a comforting gesture.

"Zoe, I..." I chuckled. I was about to tell a roommate that I would love a blowjob from them. It was surreal. "Zoe... Well of course, I'd love it. But I really need to finish this first." She gave me the sad puppy eyes again; now she was competing with that cat from the Shrek movie. "Zoe, I just have twenty minutes left, just give me twenty minutes."

"I'm not waiting twenty minutes."

"Zoe..."

"I wanna suck it now Jake, please. Please, please, pleeeeaaaaaase..." My mind was dizzy with arousal—this naked girl was begging, BEGGING to suck my cock. She brought her face to my clothed erection and rubbed her face on it. "Please let me suck your cock, please let me suck your cock, please, please, please Jake, please, please, please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase..."

It was clear to me that she would never give up, so I did. "Ok, ok, you win."

Zoe gasped with glee and kissed me on the cheek as she rose. "I'll be right back!" She ran to her room and returned a moment later with a tube of pink lipstick in her hands. I should have taken those few seconds to write some more phrases, but with her standing at the other end of the living room, I had a full view of her body, and I just couldn't miss that. The bare girl used the mirror camera on her phone, and a moment later, her lips were colored with a vivid, girly pink.

"Can't suck cock without lipstick," she said as she threw the tube and the phone on the sofa. Instead of walking over to me, she got on all fours and crawled with the most feminine elegance I had ever seen—a tiger stalking her prey. Zoe crawled under the desk, disappearing completely from my view. "Just keep writing," she whispered under the desk. "Don't mind me, I'm not here."

As I went back to typing, I noticed that she wasn't pulling my pants down. Instead, she unzipped my jean's fly and fumbled through the hole until she pulled my cock out of it. Zoe seemed to revel in that contrast of clothing—me fully clothed and she completely naked; she did not want me baring any more flesh than my cock. We had no collars or cuffs, but we had that asymmetry in clothing, and that definitely made me feel completely superior to her. I peeked at her under the desk. She was on all fours like an animal, and after a few licks across my shaft, she took it all in her mouth, running her mouth up and down my cock with passionate movements of her head.

My god, she looked so hot. Her long dark hair fell all over her bare shoulders, and her back was arched in such a way that the curve of her ass was visible. She was putting all her body into the blowjob; her toes were tucked under as if she was ready to jump on a prey and her fingers were strongly pressed against the ground. Not a single part of her body was passive, every muscle in her body was clearly straining with activity—all of them were participating to put all her soul and energy into the task. She wasn't just sucking my cock, she was devoting herself to it, worshiping it, swearing absolute obedience and submission to it, and all her body brought energy to the task, not just her mouth.

If submission was what Zoe craved, then she had to be in heaven right now—completely naked, sucking off a fully clothed man under a desk. I continued writing my article, but the growing arousal made it difficult to focus. Zoe was a better cocksucker than any girl I had ever been with; not a surprise, since sucking dicks seemed to be the axis of her sexuality. Her technique was absolutely flawless—her mouth worked on my penis as if it had been created for that sole purpose. There was so much more than just sucking; she kissed my mouth across the shaft, she licked with large sweeps and little taps, she kept the cock in her mouth and sucked without moving her head, and then she went back to moving her head and drowning my entire cock in her saliva.

It was so strange to be getting blown while I was writing. Zoe was invisible, hidden somewhere below me, yet I could feel her passion with every throbbing of my penis. And I could certainly hear her; this was the noisiest blowjob I had ever experienced, a perfect symphony of gurgles and gurgling, wet and slushy sounds, lips smacking against flesh, endless slurps and so much gagging that you would have thought there was a girl choking down there.

And then there was Zoe's voice. At first, I heard mostly giggles as she delighted herself with my cock, but pretty quickly, she was moaning. The pleasure I felt was already distracting, but her moans... I tried so very hard to put down coherent phrases on the screen, but every time I tried initiating my thought process, I heard Zoe's muffled moans below the desk.

"Mmmmhhh... Mmmmmhhh..." she went without stopping. Her moans were so incredibly sexy... And they were absolutely not letting me focus.

"Zoe, quiet."

"Mmmmhhhhh..."

"Zoe, I can't focus..."

"Mmmmhhh, mmmmmhhh..." The girl just kept moaning louder and louder—she loved being difficult, this one. Zoe turned her sucking of my cock into something crazed and chaotic by violently throwing her mouth against it. There was a gag reflex every second, "Guh! Guh! Guh! Guh!" And when she wasn't gagging, she was moaning even more, "Mmmmmhhhhhh! Mmmmhhhhhh!"

My mind just couldn't take it anymore, it was too hot and too distracting, and I knew she was doing it on purpose. You moaned involuntarily from intense physical pleasure such as penetration; no amount of love for giving blowjobs could ever make someone moan that much out of reflex. Zoe's moaning was effectively role-playing—she was consciously moaning to commit to her role as a submissive. If I wanted her to stop, I had to play her game.

"Zoe, shhhhh, shhhh," I said, petting her hair. She moaned in response, but I kept on stroking her head and shushing her. "Shhhhhh, Zoe, listen to me, shhhhhh." Her moans turned calmer and gentler, and so I kept on going. "Shhhhh... Shhhhh..."

She was playing the part of the animal, and so I had treat her like one. I had a wild beast under the desk, and it wanted to be tamed. I kept softly stroking her hair.

"I know you're excited to suck cock, Zoe, but I need you to take it down a notch."

She moaned as she kept sucking, and it was a long, plaintive moan that seemed to say "I can't help it."

"I know, Zoe, I know, but you're loud and it's distracting."

She moaned with an apologetic tone. I chuckled. I liked this conversation we were having, with her communicating through cock-stuffed moaning. It was impressive how much she could communicate with a dick filling her mouth—no doubt another skill acquired through years of practice "Do you want to make me proud?" I felt her nodding on my cock. "Then I need you to be quiet, Zoe. Tell you what, if you do that, I'll call you a good girl. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Hm hm," she moaned as she nodded.

"Ok," I said as my hand protectively petted her hair. I knew exactly what Zoe was doing. She knew moaning so loudly distracted me. She was doing it on purpose so that I would have no choice but to tell her to be quiet—not ask her, mind you, but tell. And so I played her game, keeping my left hand on her head like a reminder of dominance. "Slow down girl, slow down," I whispered.

Zoe moaned plaintively, but I kept stroking her hair. "Shhh..." I said. "You can do it, girl, you can do it. Make me proud."

I kept shushing her, and to be honest, I was really enjoying this little game. Dominating her didn't really stir me, seeing as I wasn't into that, but the dynamic we were playing was quite amusing. Zoe was playing the part of the cock-crazed submissive who couldn't help but moan like a whore while sucking my cock, and I was playing the man who had to keep HER arousal in check. It seemed absurd at first glance, but I do think there was a core of truth to it; Zoe was not pretending but rather playing up a very real sentiment.

I wrote on as Zoe calmed down. I whispered words of calm and comfort, and her sucking gradually turned serene and peaceful under my protective hand stroking her hair. "Shhhhh... Shhhhh... That's it girl, shhhh..."

"Mmmhhh... Mmmhhh..." She was still moaning—it was clear one could not expect Zoe not to do that with a cock in her mouth, but her moans were now quiet and peaceful; long, sleepy sighs of absolute pleasure.

"You're a good girl Zoe, you're a good girl."

The apartment was silent again, and I could focus on my writing properly. The words poured out in