Rachel Whores Out Her Future Pet

Rachel approached me in the halls after classes one day, Joan trailing alongside her as ever, eyeing me up, obviously expecting to get whored out to me and looking forward to it. "I have a very strong candidate for a second Pet," she told me, fingers absently trailing along Joan's leash. "I was thinking that you might like to enjoy her. If she can be... loyal enough to obey me regarding you, I think that will finalize her position as my future Pet."

"Does she know about my status?" I asked. The fewer people who knew I was a Pet Owner, the less likely it would be that the knowledge would get out publicly. Sexy as it was to have Rachel offering to just whore out a random girl, I was enjoying the ones I had so far, and if I was going to expand my little harem, I wanted it to be at my own pace.

"No. I was planning to tell her that you were paying me to let you fuck her. If she goes along with being whored out... I'll keep her as my Pet, should she threshhold. If she doesn't, then she wasn't really that loyal, and she can go find some new Owner, if any will take her." It was clear from her tone of voice that she didn't expect anyone to do so.

"Sex with me isn't that bad, is it?" I asked. I mean, sure, she was Rachel's possibly-future-Pokegirl, but none of my sexual partners thus far had complained.

"It fucking rocks," Joan offered happily.

"It's not you in particular. You'll understand once you meet her."

"Can I fuck him while you go get Andrea?" Joan asked, provoking a mild sigh from Rachel.

"No. I don't want to go back and forth for the sake of this, and fucking him at school is a bad idea. Besides, without that pussy-eater around, I'll need you for my personal relief, Joan."

"I guess that's true, my mouth is pretty addictive," Joan agreed with a smug smile. "Sorry, Sam. I'll have to fuck you more some other day, looks like." Rachel jerked on Joan's leash, pulling her away and leaving me alone.

* * *

The girl in front of me was probably the last girl at the school I would have expected to be able to fuck. Andrea Porkin, a really neurotic, misandrist, hardcore feminist, parity-for-Pokegirls, type.

She was also pretty butch, with short, light hair and tanned skin. Despite that, she had a pretty appealing figure, a few curves but nothing too much. She looked unhappy to be here, at my home. I couldn't blame her too much, given that I knew she was an outspoken feminist type. She gave Rachel a quiet look, perhaps one final moment of pleading.

"It's your choice, I suppose. Which is more important to you: your principles, or me? If it's your principles, I understand, but..." she trailed off pointedly. "You can't become your principles' Pet."

"This is some serious betrayal of the sisterhood stuff," Andrea grumbled, letting out a long sigh and turning her gaze to me. There was a faint heat in her gaze, but no real venom to it - annoyance, frustration, but not resistance or anger.

"You should try being polite. If he's dissatisfied with your work, I'll conclude that you don't actually want to be my Pet," Rachel said, "since you didn't try particularly hard to please him."

"Okay, okay, I get it. You going to pay her?"

"He already paid me," Rachel said, and Andrea stiffened a bit at that, at the implication - that she had just assumed Andrea's submission to her orders, on this subject.

She swallowed. "Don't have anything to say?"

"You haven't said anything to me yet. I wanted to get my read on you first," I said, with a shrug. "It's fine. I don't think less of you for fucking on behalf of your future Owner." That was apparently just the right thing to say to twist the knife, because she scowled for a moment. "She seems upset, Rachel. Maybe you should give me my money back."

"No! Sorry, sorry," Andrea said, seeming a bit upset. "Fuck. This is how men control us, you know, they use us against each other?"

"Mhm," Rachel hummed, seemingly unoffended by the comment, giving Andrea a little push. "I'll see you tonight. He had better be one hundred percent satisfied with your performance, or you can start buttering up your next potential owner."

"Y-Yes, got it," Andrea said, stepping into my house. She rubbed her upper arm as I closed the door behind her. "Hey, look." I looked at her pointedly. "I don't actually think all guys are douchebags, so, why don't you just pretend you fucked me, and it was great? I'll pay you back for the sex itself, even if you obviously shouldn't be paying for sex."

I had no intention of turning a potential sex sessions into just a petty revenue stream, so I focused on the second part of that. "Why not?"

"You know. It's exploitative. You take advantage of girls in need, degrade them, force them to do things they don't want to. I know that men are socialized to think it's acceptable to use and abuse women, but, you can do better than that."

"You were expensive," I said, by simple reply.

"I'll work hard to pay you back!" Andrea offered, clearly imagining that she might be able to worm her way out of this.

"And when Rachel asks why I haven't paid for sex with you again?" I prompted. "Look, Andrea. I'm fucking you. Either that, or you're disappointing Rachel," I said, knowing what that would mean - that Andrea was going to have to find a new potential Owner. Andrea chewed her lower lip. "Now, let's go to my bedroom."

"Fuck." She started to follow after me, heading to my room. "Men really are all scum," she muttered under her breath to herself.

Of course, I wasn't going to just take a line like that lying down. "Okay, you know what?" I said, stopping suddenly. "I don't want a woman who's so disrespectful. I'll tell Rachel that the deal's off, and I want my money back."

"No, no," she said, her eyes wide, fear visible on her face. "Sorry, sorry, fuck, I'm sorry, alright? I'll suck your dick, whatever you want, just don't tell her." I gave her a glare for a few seconds, enjoying the thrill of power over her that I felt - then I turned, heading back towards my bedroom. "I'm a lesbian, that's all," she explained, quietly. "I figured that, you know, sisterhood, Rachel, that kind of thing... I mean she bought her best friend as a Pet already, and you've seen how she treats her, letting her act like a huge brat. I didn't know she was going to start whoring me out, when I started trying to convince her to make me her Pet. Plus, you know, prostitution is evil."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as we finally got to my room, and decided instead to sit down on the edge of the bed. "Mhm. Look, let's start with a blowjob. I'm sure you'll be inexperienced, but I can deal with that. I've had inexperienced mouths before." I unzipped my pants as I spoke, and her nostrils flared as the scent of my bare cock reached her. She apparently had enough Pokegirl in her to be the type to enjoy blowjobs for their own sake, like Colleen or Mabel. I waggled my dick. "Kneel," I ordered.

She dropped to her knees in front of my dick, swallowing wetly, glancing up at me for a moment. There was still some pleading in her eyes, some 'please, let me not suck your dick,' but I ignored it in favor of grabbing the back of her head and pulling her forward to my cock. Her mouth dropped open on automatic, and my dick started to slide along her tongue, making her hum at the taste. Then she gathered her senses again and half-scowled up at me.

I just kept pushing her down my dick anyway, enjoying the feeling of her wet throat enveloping my cock. Having her ground down on my pelvis, a certain flicker of desire and pleasure tracing its way across her otherwise irate features, was intensely sexy. Knowing that she was doing this all for Rachel, who, in turn, was doing this all for me... it had me rock hard in her throat. My fingers dug into the back of her scalp and really ground her in there, enjoying the lewd sputter that escaped her throat, the way her spit dribbled onto my balls.

"That's good," I breathed out, staring down at her. She'd been a bit rude to me, and I felt the possibly-petty urge to be rude to her right back. I knew she was a real feminist-y type, so... "Your future relies on you sucking my dick really nice for Rachel, right?" There was a twitch in her eyes, and she nodded around my dick, twisting it in her throat. There was a brief flutter of her eyelashes. "Well, one of the things I want from you," I said, peeling her up off my cock, "is some dirty talk."

She sucked in a couple deep breaths through her nose, remaining silent despite my command. Just before I could chide her, though, she spoke up. "Your cock's really tasty. It feels great in my throat. I love sucking your dick. That good?" She asked, glaring up at me as she did. I just grinned, forcing her back down my cock, enjoying the way her expression flickered from irritation to brief pleasure as the taste of my cock hit her tongue. She seemed to have plenty of Pokegirl in her, unlike Rachel. When I treated Rachel like this, she would struggle and gag and not particularly enjoy herself; Andrea, on the other hand, seemed to relish the sensations of having her throat used as my cocksleeve, even if she consciously hated it.

"It was alright. But what I really want to hear, is all about how sucking cock is basically your purpose in life. How glad you are that Rachel's whoring you out. That kind of stuff." She glared up at me. If looks could have killed, hers probably would have - though it would have had a tough time of it, given how ridiculous it looked, with her lips stretched wide around my cock. I peeled her off again, and she remained silent and sullen for a few seconds. "Well? Do I have to tell Rachel that I wasn't satisfied with you?"

She swallowed, then spoke up. "No. I'm a literal whore, and I don't even get a cut of my pimp's money, because I want her to make me her Pet. I'm the lowest kind of woman, a total hypocrite, the one who says with her mouth that we should stand up for sisterhood and Pokegirl rights, then says with her actions that she should get down on her knees and suck like a pro."

It wasn't quite the set of lines I'd fed her, but it was even better. Maybe channeling her legitimate feelings. I shoved her back down my dick. "That's pretty good, Andrea. You're a natural at this." I started to properly fuck her face - not at a rough pace, just a persistent bob, rather than holding her down and choking her on my dick. Her eyelashes fluttered and her tongue slithered hungrily along the underside of my cock, an action that felt more unconscious than intentional, like she was relishing my taste. "The only real downside to your blowjobs is not getting to hear those sexy words."

She didn't really have any response to that. She just seemed to focus on the sensations, closing her eyes and enjoying herself at least a little. It was sexy, seeing the way she was forced to submit to me - but tempting as it was to pull out of her mouth and just come all over her face, I had an even better idea. I peeled her off, and she started to talk, assuming that's what I wanted. "I guess deep down, I never cared enough about that stuff to stand up for it when it mattered. I got down on my knees to suck a stranger's dick because I want to be a Pet instead of some random whore, sold at a brothel like so much meat. Even though right now that's pretty much what I'm doing to myself, I'm just that pathetic, that much of a dishonest, no principles, dumb bitch."

It almost made me come, those words. I managed to restrain the urge, though. "That's nice to hear, but I want to creampie you," I said.

"Wh-what? Come on, please. I'm not on the pill, I don't have sex with dudes."

"Too bad, I paid for you," I said, grabbing her under the arm, making her struggle.

"This isn't what Rachel would want," she claimed. "I mean, it's one thing to make me fuck you, but just wear a rubber."

"That feels like shit for the man," I told her.

"Like I give a fuck. I'm not ready to have a kid."

"It might be your only chance, if you don't threshhold."

"This is how you men keep us under your boot, this constant threat of threshhold this, slave that, battles and whorehouses and going feral, it's all a big system to fuck all women over, not just the Pokegirls. Rachel's better than that, she wouldn't let you do just anything to me, this is a test, because she's a domme."

"Yeah? If I call her up and ask her if I can creampie you, she won't say yes?" Even as I spoke, I was taking out my phone.

"I- no, she wouldn't," Andrea said, though she seemed less than one hundred percent certain.

"Hey, Rachel," I said, over the phone. "Yeah, just a quick question - can I creampie Andrea and knock her up?"

"If that's what you want to do."

"It is. Can you order her to let me creampie her, and to stay off the pill?"

"If that's what you want," Rachel said, in this long-suffering tone of voice.

"Tell her, then," I said, putting it on speakerphone. Andrea stared at the phone, hoping for some reprieve that wasn't going to come.

"Andrea. You will service him every which way, and yes, that includes allowing him to creampie you. And stay off the pill, as he said. I'll make sure your child is taken care of, whether or not you do threshhold and become my Pet, don't worry about that. At least, as long as you do whatever Sam says. If you don't, then I'll find some other girl."

Andrea stared at the phone, clearly at a loss.

"Thanks, Rachel," I said, before hanging up and putting my phone to one side. "I can't fuck you while you're wearing all that," I said, gesturing at her body.

Her eyes turned down, but she stripped herself naked, revealing a pretty good body to my eyes. She had nice curves, firm tits, dark skin and darker nipples. Her pubic hair was unshaved, a thick bush, but still quite aesthetic, arranged into a heart shape - naturally, presumably from some Pokegirl admixture. Her cheeks burned with humiliation at being forced to get knocked up by me. "What... position do you want?" She asked, a look on her face that seemed more depressed than hateful at the moment.

"Don't hate her too much for this," I said, standing up and getting naked. Her eyes flicked up to mine. "I'm the one who approached her about you," I lied. I liked her glowering and angry more than melancholic and distant, and it worked - her eyes snapped up to mine, narrowing with anger in them. "Hey, I'm one of the richest students at the school. What's the point of having all that money, if you can't use it to get your dick wet? And, I think I'll go for missionary." I reached out for her cheek, brushing it with my thumb. "I like seeing that expression of yours."

"You're going to be seeing a lot of it," she said, in a voice that sounded venomous, just barely managing to exclude a word like 'Bastard' from the end of the sentence.

"I mean, it's even better when it's crossed with that dopey orgasm face you have," I added, dragging her over onto the bed and pushing her down on her back.

"You haven't even seen my fucking orgasm face," she said, as I clambered up on top of her, teasing her pussy with my cock.

"Well, I'm about to," I told her, grabbing her thighs in either hand and just shoving my cock inside her without any more hesitation. She let out a hot pant beneath me, her body gently twitching in pleasure, her breasts jiggling from the force. I felt the momentary resistance of her hymen, and just tore right past it, popping her cherry on my dick. "You were a virgin?" She glared up at me, and I just smiled. "That's nice. You know, Rachel's gonna keep whoring you out to me," I told her, as I started to fuck away. "I may be the only man you've ever fucked, but you'll be getting fucked by me a whole lot."

She bit her lower lip, clearly trying her hardest to restrain herself from feeling anything - but she clearly had a pretty thick Pokegirl admixture, by how she was responding to my cock, both earlier in her mouth, and now in her pussy. She wasn't managing to hold back at all, her body shivering in pleasure, her nipples perky, her cunt practically drooling on my cock. "Y-yeah, so, fucking, what," she panted out, squirming beneath me.

"I'm just saying, it'd be a lot easier for you if you just let yourself enjoy it, like your body so clearly wants to," I told her, my pace accelerating, twisting her legs up and to the sides to let me get further and deeper inside of her, faster and faster. "I'm not trying to be a dick about this. I could spit on your face and slap you around, and you'd have to put up with it." My cock twitched inside her at that particular thought, and she managed a fierce glare - right up until I let my hand slide down her thigh, my thumb briefly brushing against her clit, making her spasm in ecstasy, her pussy gripping and working to wring out my cock. "Ah, fuck, that's good," I sighed, as she came. "Isn't that so much better than trying to fight it? Just enjoy yourself," I grunted, starting to thrust inside her anew. "Rachel's probably enjoying the money I gave her for your body, right now," I told her with a certain malicious grin. "You should enjoy yourself too."

She glared up at me - then I brushed her clit again, and all that frustration and hate faded in a heartbeat, replaced by a desperate attempt to control herself, eyes clenching shut, lips turning into a thin line. It felt fucking great, both on the physical level, and the responses she had. Her hypersensitive body and her absolute loathing for me made a great combination, my thumb continuing to brush back and forth along her clit as I fucked her ever harder. "What do you think we should name our kids?" I asked, teasing her with the question.

She managed to bite out a single word: "Scum," before coming hard on my cock once more, her back arching as her whole body spasmed in pleasure, eyes rolling up for a gorgeous moment, lips parting as an involuntary moan escaped her lips. I hiked her legs up until her ankles were resting on my shoulders, then I reached forward for her breasts, groping and squeezing the lovely things. She had a pretty nice pair - not obscene, but still pleasant to the touch, to feel the soft flesh yield to my rough fingers. "Af, after, their, father," she grunted out, after orgasm left her.

"I'm liking your attitude," I told her, wearing a lascivious grin as I said the words. "The way you hate me but come on my cock anyway... do you hate all men?" I asked, a teasing note to my voice as I shifted my hips, brushing against different parts of her cunt in the process.

"Just, dipshits, like, you," she got out, her breathing heavy. "So most, of 'em," she got out, as I brushed her clit and made her come again, her eyes rolling around in her skull at the sensations.

"Yet, you're coming your brains out on my cock," I told her. "It seems like your brain may think one thing, but your body has an entirely different opinion. Do you come this much with Rachel?" Even in the pleasure-haze of her orgasm, there was a visible spark of realization, a widening of her eyes at the horror of it. I decided to double down on the things that most pissed her off, that she most hated. "That's because your body's made for taking cock. You should thank Rachel for whoring you out to me. It means you get to enjoy sex and becoming a mother," I grunted, feeling my own orgasm surging to the forefront as I spoke.

"I, don't, enjoy, either, if it's, with, you," she managed to get out - then I bottomed out inside her and started to come, spraying thick rope after thick rope in her cunt. Her body twitched and spasmed in a sympathetic orgasm, hot pants escaping her mouth as she did. She looked absolutely transcendently sexy, her skin slick with sweat, her light hair darkened with it, sticking to her features. Her nipples were perky, and her juices practically coated my thighs as I enjoyed her body in that position. Lewd noises escaped her mouth, unbidden by her conscious mind, which couldn't even manage the self control to keep her from jerking back against me, her legs working to thrust her cunt up and down my dick, trying to worm out that extra few drops of cum in the process.

"Your body seems to disagree," I breathed out, as I came down from my own orgasm, and she glowered up at me, her eyes narrowing. "Yeah, look at me like that," I said, grinning as I started to fuck her again. "But I want to hear some good dirty talk from you," I told her, giving her tits a squeeze. "I mean, if you can manage to talk. If you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure of my cock pumping inside your formerly-virginal pussy, I'll understand."

Her lips worked, a desperate movement with the obvious intent of salvaging some tiny shred of remaining pride. "Your dick's sooo great. This definitely isn't horrible, and, degrading," she said, starting to pant as my hands on her tits got more vigorous, and as I fucked her harder. "I definitely, don't hate you. I love your fat cock in my, pussy," she sputtered out, some of the heat leaving her words as she reached the end of the sentence, pleasure overwhelming it for a moment. She managed to push it back down, giving me a hateful glare. "Just go ahead, and enjoy it," she continued, as I leaned forward on her body, making her eyes roll around as her legs got pushed up all the way until her feet were right next to her ears, her lips panting desperately from the new angle.

I decided to go for it - I kissed her on the lips. That provoked a response, her eyes widening, a mewling noise of complaint escaping her throat. Her hands nervously came up, gently trying to push me back and up, failing to actually put any real strength into it. She wanted me off her, but she wasn't willing to actually make a fight of it. I just hummed into her mouth, enjoying the position, and the power I held over her, one hand playing with her sensitive clit again, and soon enough she was happily moaning into my mouth, her fingers twisting from a push-back into a frantic claw at my back or my scalp, her body taking charge as pleasure took away her senses.

After she'd come another dozen times, me kissing her all the while, only pausing in my tongue dive to take in the occasional breath, I came inside her again, giving her a second load. I pulled back from the kiss at that point, grinning down at her. "So. Which hole do you want me to use now? I could keep fucking your pussy, if you like how it feels... or I could use your mouth again, if you prefer sucking my dick and focusing entirely on my pleasure."

Her brow furrowed in annoyance, and I started to gingerly brush at her clit, making her twitch and speak faster. "Mouth, mouth," she said, hurriedly.

"Wow, such a giving whore," I said, pulling out of her pussy. "Given how much you've come, I'd have thought you'd rather have my dick in your cunt than your mouth. But I know girls like you, ones who only think of the guy's pleasure." My thoughts went to Mabel, her giving nature and the way she didn't seem to care at all about her own orgasms.

"It's just that you won't make me talk dirty if my dick's in your mouth," she glowered as I flopped onto my back on the bed. She quickly crawled in between my legs, her modest tits hanging a tad low as she considered my cock. Her lips pushed to one side of her face for a moment, and then she just sighed and leaned forward, wrapping my dick in her mouth and slowly sliding down my length, clearly trying her best to ignore the presence of her own pussy juices and hymen blood on the thing.

I just grinned down at her, softly running my fingers through her hair, enjoying as she started to bob - and get into it. Even if she didn't have enough Pokegirl in her to come from a blowjob, she was clearly enjoying the taste, her tongue slithering along the underside of my cock as she lost herself in the moment. Her eyes lidded, and she bobbe faster and faster, twisting her head, her tongue incredibly active inside her mouth, doing its best to lick and flick at every last inch of my bare dick. I just comfortably wiggled into position, enjoying watching the bitchy feminist suck my dick like a champ, loving every second.

The longer I remained silent, the more she seemed to forget about how degrading and unpleasant this whole thing was supposed to be. At some point, her eyes closed as she kept on sucking, her cheeks hollowing, her face absolutely absurd as she happily twisted this way and that. Even her nice round tanned ass was bouncing in the air behind her, and if I tilted my head at the right angle, I could see the wetness on her inner thighs, fresh juices dribbling down them.

I decided not to be mean, and to give her a reprieve, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. She briefly opened her eyes as my body twisted temporarily to one side, and her eyes narrowed as she saw what I was doing - but then she decided to just close her eyes again, forgetting about my presence all over again.

I idly texted Colleen. In text format, she wasn't quite so shy - she'd occasionally apologize for something ridiculous, worried that she'd offend me with some completely innocuous comment, but other than that, she was gregarious and a heavy typer. She wrote long, flirty, romantic, complimentary paragraphs as I got my dick sucked by Andrea, the girl between my legs ignoring the tippity-tap of my responses. My cock would occasionally twitch as Colleen offered some over-the-top praise of me, enjoying having my long-time crush happily declaring that she thought I was super hot and my cock was amazing and all the rest. Then...

>I'm getting a blowjob from another girl rn

>Oh? Is she good? I hope she's good, Sam, you deserve lots of good blowjobs from whoever will give them to you. If she's not good you can tell me, and I can come over there and suck you off instead. I want you to be happy, since I'm your girlfriend, and all. :) ♥♥♥

At that comment, I decided to finally break my silence. "Hey," I said, to Andrea. "My girlfriend wants to know if you're doing a good job sucking me off. What should I tell her?"

Andrea snapped out of her pleasure fugue, and it had been long enough from my last bullying that when she popped off my cock, she spoke with a sharp edge to her voice. "You should tell her she should have more respect for herself, and not put up with her guy paying strange prostitutes to suck him off." Once the words left her mouth, though, she realized what she'd just said - and I grabbed the back of her head and forced her back down my cock, choking her on my dick as I held her down.

"I'm glad you think so highly of Colleen," I told her. "Tell you what, I won't get mad at you for forgetting that it's your job to satisfy me, if, when I ask Colleen whether or not she minds me getting a blowjob from a whore, she says yes."

She squirmed while I held her down there. I shifted my thighs up to grip her head on either side, forcing her to remain in place as I quickly typed to Colleen.

>Do you mind that I'm getting a blowjob from a prostitute?

>No? I don't mind whatever you decide to do, Sam. I'm just happy to be your future Pet/current girlfriend. If it makes you happy to fuck other girls, then go ahead! Though I don't think you should have to pay a girl for sex... if it cost much, I can pay for it next time! I feel bad about you spending money, when I have money that you could spend instead! ♥♥♥

I showed Andrea the text as I choked her out on my cock, just holding her down with my legs. She sputtered, saliva dribbling out of her mouth, as I held her down there. "All that feminist junk, women don't care about that. It's an outdated idea. Modern women, like Colleen, understand that they need to accept that their man is going to get his dick wet elsewhere. Got it?" Andrea just sputtered and gurgled on my dick as I choked her out. "If you've got it, then I want to hear you say it," I said, letting her up off my dick just before she would have passed out. She gasped and panted ragged breaths, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't forget to stroke me while you talk," I told her.

One hand came up to my dick, stroking me off, while her lips wobbled for a moment. "Feminism is completely outdated," she said. Her voice was more exhausted than hollow, recovering from being choked out - and being used so much - having removed any ability to inject venom into her voice. "Women just have to put up with whatever men want, thanks to Sukebe. We've got to deal with our husbands and boyfriends cheating on us every day. That's just the, reality, we live in," she said - and I promptly came.

There was a really good look on her face, as my cum started to streak across her features. There was a momentary flinch, but my hand on the back of her head kept her in position, and soon it was replaced by just enjoying it. She closed her eyes, relishing on some base level the experience of getting her face coated in my sticky seed. She breathed through her nostrils as cum coated them, making them bubble; her dark skin got stained in milky white from my cum, as I used her face as my personal cumrag. When I was finished, I smeared the last couple droplets on the tip of her nose, and she just rested there, on hands and knees, breathing softly - clearly enjoying what had just happened to her on a physical level.

I let her enjoy it for a few minutes, texting with Colleen as she caught her breath, gathered herself - then finally started to clean her face off with her fingers. "Don't make a mess on the bed," I said, when she first started, and she understood what that meant after only a second's thought, feeding my cum into her mouth. She got more enthusiastic about that with each dollop of cum that got deposited on her tongue, breathing rapidly as she swallowed and licked up everything she could get to.

Once she was done with that... well, Colleen had sent me some sexy pictures of herself in some of the clothes I'd bought her, making careful use of camera angles as she gave me gorgeous views up into her cleavage from below. Naturally, my dick stayed hard. "Suck my cock," I ordered Andrea, not even looking up. When she hesitated a second, I continued. "I could fuck your ass, if you'd rather I do that."

"No, sorry, just-" she didn't explain what she 'just,' because she swallowed my dick up into her mouth.

For the rest of the day, she was very well behaved, sucking my cock without hesitation or complaint, saying whatever dirty talk I ordered out of her with increasingly less heat. It was a wonderful day, all in all, though obviously when she got dressed again and headed out, she was hardly in love with me. She managed to force herself to be polite. "Guess I'll see you later."

"You definitely will," I said, enjoying the way she squirmed in response to the unspoken promise there. "You're a great cocksucker."

"Thank-" she started, before her brain processed what I'd said, and she snapped her mouth shut and just marched on out.