They greet and examine each other. Tom wishes he finds something to say, but he can’t.
“Did you miss, me?” she asks.
“Yes. I missed you. Missed you a lot. Missed every part of you.”
She grabs his hand and brings her face close to plant in a kiss on his lips. As if that’s not bad enough, a couple of vulgar women nearby cheer. Tom finds it embarrassing and laughable.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Let’s go to your place.”
Bianca waves to the cheering ladies and they respond with excited vulgar innuendo.
They kiss more on the way, longer and mouth wider as they near. Tom stops Bianca on the stairs to her room for a proper, deeper kiss that drags for minutes. Her mouth tastes as foul as he remembers and exploring it is as revolting as it is arousing. He has his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. He slides his hand between their bodies and reaches for her cock. He rubs it through her dress and panties to erection.
He would kneel in front of her and suck her, but the crammed residential building is busy and there are people passing by. Some clearly recognize Bianca and make gestures or say things.
“I want to suck your dick.” he whispers in her ear.
She leads him hands locked to her room, where she pushes him on his knees. She takes her cock out and shoves it in his mouth. It smells and tastes strongly, with the piss odor overpowering even more revolting ones.
Tom applies himself to giving her head as if his life depends on it. He pulls her panties down and when and for how long she allows him, he tongues her balls.
“Take your clothes off.” she orders him. “I want to see you naked.”
He undresses while trying to get accustomed to the small, crammed and hot room. He cannot find a good place to leave his folded clothes and places them on the mattress.
“On your knees!”
She puts her left foot in his groin, pushing in his swollen penis.
“Very horny.” she comments.
She gives him a soft slapping with her foot on his balls and takes her dress off.
“Hold your cock!”
She stabs and presses his balls with her foot. Though she’s not hitting him hard, Tom finds it painful and uncomfortable. And more so as the abuse continues. He fights between the instinct to cover his balls with his hands and his desire to open wider and push out to give her better access. When the first impulse wins, she draws back.
“Mouth!”
He opens, she spits wide over mouth and face.
She sits on the mattress.
“Kiss my feet, slave!”
He kneels to kiss her right foot, toes to ankle. Then the left.
“Stand up!”
Bianca rises and meets him. She straightens him out and puts her hands on his hips. She kisses him while her right hand finds its way to his balls and grabs them.
“I like hurting your balls.”
She squeezes, changing direction and pressing them between palm and fingers or against each other. His poor testicles suffer what every boy is most afraid of. He starts making faces. She watches him from inches away.
“I love it. You do?”
He does not answer. His balls feel they’re about to pop.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
She squeezes more, to his panting and moaning.
“You can more?”
He fears she’ll ruin his balls, but also answering and so stays mum. She pulls back and pushes him down.
“At my feet! Suck my toes!”
He does, very relieved and happy yet disappointed she stopped. Her toes are dirty and taste bad, taste like smelly feet. He goes through all of them on her close directions. Then as ordered, he licks her feet up, to ankles, along the scarred and burned shins. To her inner thighs, ever closer to the smelly, dirty panties she’s wearing. She pushes his face into them and in her cock sticking out.
“Take them off.”
He does that and she takes them from him. She carefully opens them and shows them to him in and out, stains front and back. She presses them down his face and holds them for him to lick them. He takes to massage her balls, partly because he likes playing with dudes’ balls and partly to take his attention from the vile flavors. Bianca shoves the awful cloth in his mouth and stops to enjoy her work.
“You are very good with my balls, slave. You really like it a lot.”
“Yes, Bianca, I love your balls.” he mumbles through her panties.
She laughs. Her cock is hard.
“They waited for you. You have to wash them with your mouth.”
“I want to.”
“I know you do, I can see that.” Her foot between his legs raises and presses in his balls and hard cock.
“I did not wash today. And yesterday. I knew you be disappointed otherwise.”
He moans, surprising himself.
She takes the panties from his mouth and pushes his head down on her cock. He sucks her as she lays back, propped on elbows. When she’s had enough, he moves to tongue the smelly balls.
Why do they smell so strongly of piss? he wonders.
Bianca, like most Filipinos, is fairly hairless. There are long, thick, black hairs above her cock and some around her balls, with odd ones on her sack. He sucks it, licks it, goes over the thigh and tries to avoid going lower, though her hand keeps pressing him.
She drags herself up on the mattress and opens her legs wide. She presses her hands beneath her legs to raise them.
“Wash my ass! No, smell it first, slave. How do you like it?”
“It’s… it smells so bad.”
“Do you like it, baby?”
“Yes, I do. I love it.” Tom’s limp now cock swells some, not because of the ugly sight and sickly odors, but because of the shame its owner is going through.
“Okay, baby. Wash my ass, make it very clean. I know you’re a good boy.”
Tom spreads her ass cheeks further and uses his tongue tip to reach in there. It’s acrid and fecal and he just have to go through with it. He ponders whether to tell her it’s too hard a job, too unsanitary and could he please not do it? He cannot ask that, though, and so he applies himself to the task at hand, err, tongue, harder, wetter and wider as he goes on and the vileness subsides.
Once he finishes eating all the nastiness of Bianca’s ass, Tom starts to enjoy having his face buried between her legs and wholeheartedly applies himself to moving his tongue from thigh to thigh and buttock to scrotum, giving particular attention to the butthole that still doesn’t taste right.
But his enjoyment that gave rise to a stiff dick, to two stiff dicks, is not meant to last. Bianca has one favorite activity for him, sucking her cock, to which he has to return. His jaw hurts already, despite the day being young.
He’s stopped when her phone rings. She takes the call and after a few exchanges she signs him to the center of the open floor space. She wants him in some position that he fails to grasp. With the phone removed from her head, she tells him to sit on his heels, hands clasped.
He doesn’t understand what she’s saying, though he picks out enough English words in her mix of languages to guess he may have become the subject of conversation and laughter.
She moves around and to the window, letting him observe her boyish body from behind: slim, long legs, small butt, narrow hips to shoulders.
He finds himself excited and appalled to be in Bianca’s room again. Now that he can study it longer, he finds it a lot dirtier than first the time around. Stale food in a styrofoam tray on the floor. Stained, old bed sheets. The rags that must be Bianca’s wardrobe scattered around.