The Layover update

It had taken David a long time to realize it, but he thought he could also use his power to save the world. Not, obviously, from a threat he caused with his writing; that was far too irresponsible. But something like the forest fire he saw on TV seemed like exactly the kind of thing that could use some superpowers poured on. With seven thousand acres consumed, the fire had grown beyond a cleansing purge and was now a firestorm threatening lives and property.

Moving fast, he wrote a story about Darcy Lewis of the Thor movies—the good ones, at any rate—fetching him a device that could stop the fire, while he found its password. Minutes after he’d stopped writing, he heard a banging at the door.

“C’mon, man,” Darcy said, in Kat Dennings’ trademark acerbic tone. “Montana’s burning down. Jerk off later, if that’s what you’re doing.” He opened the door. “Not that I care whatever, if that’s what you’re using your dick for…”

“Have you got it?” David asked.

Darcy presented him with a briefcase that opened up into a very bulky laptop, with a recessed screen, and several controls and panels beyond a simple keyboard. She pushed her thumb down on a biometric scanner and the screen turned on, showing a password prompt.

“Your turn,” she said. “You got it, right?”

“Uhh…” He hadn’t actually specified what the password was that he was supposed to get, just that he knew it. He wondered if he could go back and rewrite this. He’d never tried that before a scenario had become real, and he didn’t want to mess with whatever laws governed this power of his. 

He tried his birthday. No joy. His social security number. Nothing. The password he used for all his accounts. No. He always thought it was a bit ridiculous when a movie character was able to memorize a complex string of letters and numbers just like that, so in his story, the password would be something simple to remember. He just had no idea what.

“What the fuck, man, do you know the password or not?” Darcy asked.

David typed in PASSWORD. The computer paused for a moment, then rejected it. He typed in FUCKINGPASSWORD. This time it accepted it, going to a two-pronged view: one window showing a representational God’s-eye-view of blue clouds spreading over the red overlay of the continental US, the other live footage of clouds suddenly letting down torrential rain on the fire.

“Guess you’re not so useless after all,” Darcy said. “Which means I owe you an apology.”

Of course, as long as David was being a hero, he saw no reason why he shouldn’t guarantee himself a little hero’s reward. His take on Darcy was horny as hell and nursing a crush on him like you wouldn’t believe.

“How about you apologize to me in the hot tub?” David suggested.

***

Through the sliding glass door, David saw Darcy remove her blouse, then her wraparound skirt. He was already in the hot tub, his arms and head resting on the decking. Naked, Darcy stepped out onto the redwood patio. She went to the Jacuzzi, but didn’t get in, instead hunching over beside it to kiss his cheek. She ran the tip of her tongue up along her ear. 

“Ready for me to make it up to you?” she asked. “Sit up on the deck.”

“What are you gonna do?” he asked, lifting himself up.

“You’ll see,” Darcy smiled, watching him sit on the deck for her.

She moved his legs apart, getting down on her knees to face his beautiful young cock and the precious balls hanging under them. David leaned back, relishing the anticipation just before she nuzzled into his scrotum and took hold of his shaft, one hand stroking up and down its length. She stuck her tongue out and licked almost delicately at his bloated balls, enjoying their heft as they rolled them on her tongue. She licked them all over until one was slippery enough to fit in her mouth and be gently sucked. All the while she kept up a smooth, slow pumping of his member. Her eyes burned, watching his cock grow impressively as she sucked on his balls, one after another.

Releasing his scrotum, Darcy lapped her way from the dangling balls up to the throbbing underside of his cock, traveling his veiny length until she came to the smooth cockhead. There she swirled her tongue around cautiously, as if afraid of singeing herself on the heat there. She tapped her tongue against his opening, tasting the seeping precum, and swallowed its warmth with a throaty whimper. 

Darcy swirled her wet tongue around his cock, enjoying its smoothness and its heat. She kissed and nibbled on the glans, then mewled softly as they responded to her efforts. She cupped his balls in one hand and squeezed the root of his prick in her other one. Finally she opened her mouth with a softly voiced need, sliding her lips over the swollen knob of his manhood. For a while Darcy teased herself by holding the cockhead inside herself this way: her lips hot and wet and tight, but not enough for climax, while her tongue moving slowly around the throbbing contours it offered her to play on. 

“Oh, Darc!” David grunted. “Your mouth’s as hot as a goddamn cunt!”

“Mmmmmhh!” she mewled.

“Suck me, Darcy! Let me fuck you in the mouth like I’d fuck you in the cunt!”

Gorging herself on more of his cock, Darcy tugged and twisted his scrotum in her hand. She sucked up and down on his shaft, taking only half inside her mouth. She slurped that half with short, jerky motions, while her tongue was in a frenzy. She felt the swollen head of his prick pushing at her throat and, with a sob of ecstasy, Darcy Lewis drove her mouth down until his knob was nestled below her sternum. Her eyes rolled as she licked and sucked deeply at the invader that was going down her throat. She relished the fullness of David’s prick inside her mouth. It made her ecstatic to feel it growing between her stretched lips and against her almost-stilled tongue.

With low growls of need, Darcy began to suck her way off of David’s manhood—wet, slurping sounds. She bobbed her head swiftly on it, devouring his cock like a woman possessed. She wouldn’t stop until she got his cum—and David had every reason to give it to her.

“Darc, I’m gonna shoot!” he shouted, arching his hips up to drive his cock almost violently into her gulping swallows of it.

“MMMPH!” Darcy groaned in reply, her mouth racing on his length now, tongue just coming along for the ride. She fucked his cock with her hot mouth furiously, anxious to have his sweet seed dripping off her tongue.

David gave a loud cry and spiked his hips up. Darcy sucked hard… and got what she wanted.

The hot cum boiled from his hole and covered her tongue. The thick cream filled her mouth; Darcy was sent into shuddering climax, her pussy clenching as she wiggled her ass around under the hot water. She gulped and her belly accepted, while her eyes rolled around in pleasure. She dug her fingers into his ass, feeling the clenching of the firm muscles there as he continued to ejaculate. His cum was overflowing from her mouth, no longer something she felt through her lips.

Darcy was reluctant to let him go. She held onto his prick long after he was done coming, her tongue lapping affectionately over the head and hole. She turned her mouth about his still-firm length like a slow corkscrew, sobbing with delicious enjoyment.

David was panting harshly, but his body was still and relaxed. Darcy reluctantly released him, but she ran her wicked tongue up from his perineum to his glans for a moment longer, before finally taking her face away from the musky smell of his crotch. Fresh air didn’t improve upon it.

“That should hold you, man. Unless you’re a nymphomaniac. And if you are, I’m the answer to your prayers, so don’t go all Sliding Doors on me.”