I Haven’t Fucked You, So Don’t You Owe Me?

He asked.

I didn’t say anything.

I just looked at him.  “Come here” he said.

I walked up to him.   “Blow me” he said putting his hand on top of my head and pushing me down.  “My pants”  he said.  I looked up at him and unbuckled his belt.  “Stand-up”  he said.  I did.  He pulled my shirt off, my bra.  “Okay, back down”  I went back down.  I pulled his boxers down.  I stuck him in my mouth and sucked with enthusiasm.  I knocked my tits into his legs.  “Look at me” he said.  I did.   I got tired.  I sat back on my knees and ankles.

“Finish the job” he said.  I put my mouth on him again.  He put both his hands on my head pulling it close, then very suddenly it felt like his cum was all inside my mouth, like a big square, really, just no cum then lots.   He held me close to his dick.  He looked down at me, “Swallow”  “look at me”  I did both.

He pulled slowly out of me, “You are a good girl,” he slapped my cheek with his dick on the left and the right.  “Stand-up” I did, he turned me around.  He spread my other cheeks.  “nice” he gave me a slap.  I got dressed quickly, I left.   I grabbed the other girl who was there with me.  We got something to eat.  “I just don’t want the taste of his cum in me right now I explained.”  She rolled her eyes, as if to say I know.  But she didn’t have to suck him off.   I had watched her do other things but not as degrading, which weirdly made me feel comforted.

He should have told me he was cumming, I complained.  She agreed.