"R... Rita..." I stammered as he grabbed me by my shirt, and pulled me past his door.
"Doing her nails in the bedroom like I said. With the headphones on. She probably won't hear," he said with a smirk.
Like a dummy I let him pull me forward toward the couch and the wide-open window beyond. I looked around frantically, seeing a small field through the window, a busy street on the other side. Looking the other way I saw the bedroom door with a pair of feet sticking up and a hand applying nail polish to the toes.
"Unless you want her to finish and catch you," he began, dropping his pants, "I'd suggest you get sucking."
I gulped, staring at the big cock. I remembered it in my ass the last two times and my knees went weak, dumping me face-to-cock in front of him.
"I don't think I have time to fuck you in the ass again like I know you'd love. You're just too damn loud when you cum. But go ahead and blow me."
Staring at his dick, knowing I should object or defend myself, I could smell that he hadn't washed since the last time he'd used it on Rita. In fact, I could see her lipstick still smeared on him. Before I even realized I was doing it my lips were on the head of his dick, licking and sucking.
"Nah, that won't do," he said, grabbed my hair, and started to skull-fuck me.
My eyes went wide, tears squirting out my eyes, making my mascara run while drops of drool slipped past my lips. My hands went out to push him away and somehow ended up on his ass, clutching hard as my biceps strained to pull him towards me.
"Deep throat me, baby," he growled, and pounded in and out as I gasped for breath, finally popping past the end of my mouth and into my throat. For a moment I thought I'd choke and vomit, but the gag reflex passed and he buried himself balls-deep.
From the corner of my eyes I saw the hand painting the toes stop, and Rita called out, "Hey baby, did I leave a bottle out there? This one's empty." |