A Bad Movie (Patreon)

Felix sat on his couch in his dark living room, lit only by the glare of the television. Close by was his friend, Dakota. She was veryclose by. They were not cuddling per-se, but their shoulders rested firmly against one another. The Jesús Franco film Female Vampire was playing on the screen, and they were both drinking heavily of red wine. Empty take-out containers littered the coffee table in front of them.

This was typical of their hangout sessions. They would agree to get together and watch a couple of horror movies, perhaps have a bite to eat. It sounded totally innocent, but it never was. Without fail the movies were sexual and the booze flowed freely. Then, without fail, they would push the boundaries of innocence just far enough for them to break before awkwardly retreating back to appropriateness. Still, there was always that sense of danger that they might let things go too far. That things might get out of control. It kept them coming back and Felix had come to hope for it. He wondered if Dakota did too, and believed that she did.

But her situation as different. While he had recently become single, she was a married woman. Not happily married. In fact, Felix couldn’t begin to explain her ongoing marriage if his life depended on it. She had frequently detailed to him her husband’s refusal to contribute to household duties, utter disregard for her feelings or interests, shameless abuse of her helpfulness, and complete inability and disinterest in providing her with sexual satisfaction or even reasonable caring affection.

She cooked for him, she cleaned for him, she packed his suitcase when he travelled, and did his laundry when he came back, all while working long hours to provide the bulk of the household’s income as well. Felix wondered if such a man had any pride or decency whatsoever. He appeared to be largely a parasitic figure, one which took up great resources and put very little back in.

Nonetheless, she offered complaints but absolutely no indication of any potential that she would end things. And so, time and again, their get togethers were dressed up as the innocent visits of two friends. The deception was not for Dakota’s husband, who never knew about the visits at all, but for themselves and, particularly, for her.

Felix poured them both more wine and took the opportunity to move even closer to Dakota and to put his arm around her. They cuddled up close. This always happened eventually. On TV, the gorgeous Lina Romay was walking solemnly through the forest wearing nothing more than a long black cape, black panties, and knee-high black boots. She had recently taken her most recent victim through her favoured method; oral sex.

Of all the truly poor films they had watched together, this was undoubtedly the one most flimsily separated from the category of straightforward pornography. It had been Felix’s turn to choose and he has seen it featured on a website. It seemed to be going over well, in any case. Dakota had joined him in lambasting the silliness of it all.

He felt her hand on his leg, just above his knee. It stayed there, sliding upward an inch or two on occasion, and then back in a rubbing motion. It was not exactly what they call heavy petting, but he nonetheless felt a little extra blood flow into his mostly flaccid cock. If Romay’s “Bare Breasted Countess” had been around, he would have been done for.

For a moment, he pictured Dakota in the countess’ costume, if it could be called that. With long blonde hair and deep brown eyes, slightly tan skin, and lush, plump lips, Dakota did not look especially like Romay’s vampire goddess at all. Her body type was not dissimilar in that she was thin, but curvaceous, not scrawny. She had an ample, shapely ass. Her breasts were smaller. Not flat, but round, bouncy, and about the size of pomegranates.

He thought back. Yes, he was pretty sure this leg thing was a first. This whole dance of theirs had started about a year earlier, when they had both been attending an event and drinking heavily. When the event wrapped up, they took a couple of drinks to go and found themselves back at her place, on her bed, watching a movie. The husband was away, and she said she could use the company. Soon they were behaving like little more than children, wrestling and tickling one another, but nothing more came of it that night.

There were a few more occasions like this, expanding gradually to include cuddling and even the odd grope, delivered in the most jovial and non-sexualized fashion possible for a grope. On one occasion Dakota was sitting on Felix’s lap while they watched a movie. His cock was hard, and his heart was pounding because he knew there was no way she didn’t feel it. But nobody acknowledged it and the visit ended without incident.

Then one night a major hurdle was passed. While they were heading out of a pub after dinner and a pitcher of beer, she grabbed him, pulled him tight, and planted her lips on his. They kissed, then continued outside to the parking lot where they stood making out for several minutes. Felix suggested they find somewhere more private to park and get in the back seat, but Dakota said she couldn’t. She had to get home.

Now here they were. She didn’t need to get home any time soon, and they had already drunk far more than they had that night. Felix had high hopes and frayed nerves.

Another of Romay’s sexual exploits gone wrong was beginning. Dakota’s hand was moving again on his leg, now in a broader pattern. In one of her sweeps, her pinky finger brushed softly against Felix’s penis, which was growing ever more engorged. He took a large sip of his wine and placed his hand on hers, moving it gently to his cock. She did not object or resist but instead continued rubbing, first with her flat hand and then with her fingers exploring its shape and length.

After a few moments Felix turned toward her, and she to him. He kissed her, and she pulled him down on top of her on the couch. They attacked each other with every ounce of pent-up sexual frustration they had, kissing and groping, scratching, and pulling. The crotches rubbed aggressively against one another, further mounting their excitement. Soon their tops were off, and Felix was moving his kisses and nibbles away from Dakota’s mouth. First to her ear, then slowly down her neck to her shoulders and finally to her chest. He turned his attention to her small but attractive breasts and began licking and sucking them delicately.

Meanwhile, finding she could not reach his jeans in this position, Dakota unbuttoned her own and slid a hand inside. She was wetter than she had felt herself in a long time. After so many year of neglect, at some point porn and her rabbit vibrator just hadn’t managed to keep generating the same excitement as a real-life partner.

Felix was continuing southbound now, kissing her stomach down to her waist. He sat up and locked eyes with Dakota as he placed his fingers along the top of her jeans and slid them under her panties. He began to pull them both down together. A moment later she was kicking them to the floor. She lay total naked before him. She stared up at his strong, sinewy body. He felt his hands grip her waist and saw him lowering himself towards her body once again. There was a flicker of hesitation somewhere deep in the back of her mind, a quiet, fading flicker that was snuffed out at last as his lips touched her skin.

He resumed his course, kissing along her waistline and continuing down to her mound. He licked gently at the outside of her pussy, before beginning to lick more and more deeply into her, planting his tongue inside of her and pressing his lips against hers. Slowly he slid his tongue upward to her clit, which he flicked and circled, kissed, and sucked. He heard her gasp and moan, and felt her hand grip the back of his head. She thrusted gently, rubbing herself on his mouth.

Felix unbuttoned his jeans and clumsily yanked them downward and kicked them off. He felt her pull him toward her and returned his mouth to her beckoning peach. He moved his hand down, beneath his chin and began to rub her from his lips along her taint and back again. Slowly he pressed a finger inside. She was tight. Very tight. He couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside of her. He began to slide his finger in and out of her while he continued working with his tongue and lips.

He felt her gip tighten, pulling at his hair. His tongue pressed hard against her swollen love button, lapping at it quickly and forcefully. Finally, she came with a powerful moan. She seemed almost to deflate onto the couch, laying still and flat, except for the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

Felix yearned to plunge his throbbing erection into the tight, warm pussy he had just explored with his mouth and his fingers. He began to position himself over her and remove his boxers, but Dakota sat up, and swung her legs over the edge of the couch.

Felix sat back as well and looked to her for an indication of what was next. Was she really stopping them now? After a moment, Dakota rose from the couch. She walked to him and knelt on the ground by his legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked, knowing and yet not quite able to believe it. “It’s your turn,” she replied simply. She spread his legs and positioned herself between them. Running her hand over the rigid bulge in his boxer shorts she explored the outline of his cock. Suddenly her fingers curled around it and began to tug it gently. Her head dropped slowly into his lap and he felt her moist lips and her warm breath as she gently kissed his penis from the tip down the base of its shaft. There she opened her mouth slightly and allowed her bottom lip to drag along his package as she raised her face back upward.

She began to pull his boxers down, carefully lifting them over his hard dick. Once they had been tossed aside, she sat examining his erection almost clinically for a moment. Felix almost began to fear she was having second thoughts, but in fact she was just taking in the sight of what she had imagined so many times before.

Soon she gripped his hard penis in her hand, it and begin to delicately jack him off. Suddenly she seemed timid again, or maybe conflicted. Felix watched her deep brown eyes as she slowly jerked his cock.

A thick trail of translucent precum was now beginning to run down his shaft from the head. It had almost reached Dakota’s fingers when he saw her eyes focus in on it. As though catching a drip from an ice cream cone on a hot day, she quickly licked his cock clean, paying special attention to its bulging head to ensure that she had devoured it all.

Once she was satisfied that she had, she began to suck gently at the tip of his cock. He wanted to badly to thrust deep between her full, sexy lips, but she had other plans. Her lips soon moved down from his tip, and began sliding up and down along the side of his shaft. The precum was oozing faster now. He had never seen so much. She paid it no mind, or didn’t notice, this time. Instead, her tongue now began to treat his rod like a lollipop, then slid down to his sack where it continued, not missing a single spot.

Next, she gently sucked first on his left testicle, then the right, before squeezing them both into her wide-open mouth. She held them there for a time, sucking gently on them while Felix’s hard cock rested on her face. When she finally released them, her tongue caressed his taint and slid under his saliva-covered sack. It slipped over his dangling lumps and up his rigid pole. Then her lips closed tightly around his erection and began to glide up and down its full length. He felt her firm grip pumping him toward completion, when suddenly she stopped.

She gripped his cock just below the head and began jerking him rapidly while she licked his balls and the base of his cock. He quickly felt himself surging towards a powerful orgasm once again. “Put it in your mouth,” he moaned, “suck my cock.” She immediately did as she was instructed and within moments of re-entering her mouth, he felt a powerful eruption building.

He held on for as long as he could, but soon a thick, steady stream of cum blasted out of the tip of his trembling hardon, followed by several smaller, shorter shots. Dakota’s sucking slowed and eventually stopped, but she held him in her mouth for a moment longer event then as if to be sure he had no most spurts of sticky cum left to shoot. Finally, she pulled his cock from her lips and allowed it to dangle between his legs as it slowly softened.

Felix looked down at her and realized she had not swallowed. Her lips bulged slightly, and the expression on her face was like that of a deer caught in some headlights. Her face turned bright red when finally, she spat his cum out on his thigh.

“Sorry,” she said as she grabbed some takeout napkins from the coffee table and wiped up the mess. “You should warn a girl before cumming in her mouth!” she scolded. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you didn’t like it,” he replied. “It’s not your first time tasting cum, is it?” he joked. “No!” she replied defensively. A jolt of surprise, guilt, and arousal washed over Felix then because when he looked at her face, he believed it had been. “Well, if I had let loose the way you had me, I would have filled your hair with jizz,” he noted. “Next time just stick it right in the back of my throat, so I don’t have to taste it, or aim for my tits,” she said. “You got it,” he promised with a smile. Next time was all he needed to hear.

Dakota climbed up onto the couch and over to Felix. Their naked bodies tangled in a warm, sticky embrace. They kissed. It may have been a bad movie, but it had been a very good day.