"My toe nails!" you hear Rita complain, and The Bastard picks her up, holding her aloft.
You stare at your fingers and the liquids covering them, then look up at the man you'd so recently been giving a blowjob to. He spares a single glance for you and mouths 'suck them'.
With a gulp you slowly bring the soiled fingers to your lips, watching as he pumps relentlessly into his girlfriend, who whimpers quietly. Without even thinking about it you find your other hand on the crotch of your jeans, rubbing futilely, the thick fabric an impenetrable barrier between your hand and the hot need within.
Your mouth pops open and the fingers slide in like the dick that had so recently been there. Unlike that this doesn't last long, the old cum from Rita's pussy and her juices around it vanish after a few sucks, but you keep sucking and licking on the fingers as you watch the couple in front of you.
Somehow Rita fails to see you; Every time she moves her head in your direction she's intercepted by her lover, who nuzzles her neck, kisses her mouth, or nibbles on her ear. Soon she gives a single soft 'oh!' and you know that she's orgasmed.
Moments later you know that her pussy has done what your mouth couldn't as her boyfriend groaned loudly and gives a few short hard thrusts before clutching her to himself hard.
Rita mutters something about toe nails and he snorts, carrying her into the room.
You've just reached your knees to escape when he comes back out, his dick messy with their juices and softening. Your mouth pops open in astonishment as you realize that he wants you to suck him clean. He takes that as an invitation and balls your hair in his hand, tilts your head back and quickly pops the dirty cock past your bruised lips. Again you taste Rita's sour juices and his own smeared cum.
Instinctively you suck, horrified at yourself, at how desperate it makes you appear, but you can't seem to help but try to make him rise up again. Unfortunately, he seems to be done for now, and instead of giving him a woody you get a few extra drops of cum from his urethra.
Once again you're pushed off the dick, and you stare at him in horror for one long moment before rushing to the door.
"Go to the Blue Eel in your sluttiest clothes," he murmers. "You might just get you what you want." He winks, and shoves you out. You turn to ask what he means, but the door closes in your face, the sound of a lock being closed following. |