Fucking for my first time left me a little sore, but I was raring to go for round two as soon as Freddie came by to see me. I had dreamed all night about getting to feel Freddie’s cock deep inside me. Just sticking my finger into myself was so odd of a feeling. The fullness was gone and I felt a bit sloppy down there. But there was no waiting for Freddie, I was going to have to get myself off. I got out of my clothes down to my panties and wrapped a towel around me to hit the shower. But then I got a devilish thought about teasing my dad a little. I remembered his look yesterday when he walked in on me topless.

I started to think about dad and how he never went out. I knew he liked sex, but he obviously never talked to me about it. That made me wonder how often he did what I was about to do in the bathroom and it got me rather horny just thinking about it. I loved my dad and would do just about anything to make him happy, so giving him a quick peek of my bod didn’t seem like such a bad thing to do. I certainly got a cheap thrill showing off in front of him yesterday. And the funny thing was that I really wasn’t showing him much at all. Most thirteen year old girls had much bigger tits than me. I think the thrill from my point is that as a girl I’ve had to cover my chest all my life and to suddenly be in the open air in front of any member of the opposite sex seemed so… against the rules. I think that’s also the reason I like knowing someone is watching me do things that I know are breaking the rules. I guess I’ve really lucked out in finding Freddie then, because he liked watching as much as I liked being watched.

That was that then; I wasn’t going to worry about hiding my body in front of dad anymore. I was nineteen and he was a grown man. It wasn’t illegal and had really even gotten past the point of being immoral. So instead of wrapping my towel around me, I slung it over my shoulder and headed for my shower, via way of the kitchen for a soda. Sure enough, dad was puttering around and caught a glimpse of my state of undress. He mentioned how I should have something on.

“Oh dad, you can’t really be that bashful. And if you are, you’d better get over it. We’re both adults and I don’t see any need to hide from you like I was still a shameful little girl anymore. It’s your fault you know. You’re the one that beat it in my head all those years when nothing grew that I had nothing to be ashamed of; you weren’t lying were you?”

He tried to come up with the proper fatherly thing to say, but I didn’t give him a chance. I headed for the bath and paused to give him a kiss on his cheek on the way by. As I left the room I caught a reflection of him in the microwave oven door. It didn’t take long for his bashful face to turn into an outright leer as he obviously was checking out my ass as I walked away. Perversely enough, it made me smile to know that now I knew my dad wasn’t ashamed of my body either.

It took less time in the shower than I had planned. Even though I was still very touchy in my hole, my clit was very up to a game of playful tag and thinking about purposely showing myself off to my dad was pretty good stimulation as well. I chuckled to myself when I realized I never even gave last night a moment’s thought as I played with myself. But I did rather enjoy massaging my chest more than usual. Okay, I might be pretty weird, but I loved feeling my own chest. Just because I didn’t have huge boobs, some guys debating on whether I had any, they were just as sensitive and inspiring to the touch as any other girls. And so many, many guys have remarked on how hot I looked frozen as a ten year old, that I was beginning to see my youthful look as an asset. Besides, I never really liked those shallow guys whose mouths would drop open when a big set came into view.

Freddie called to make sure I was okay and to let me know when he would be coming over. I told him I was still sore and poked a little fun at the situation. “I just feel like I’m missing something, but can’t quite put my finger on it.”

I heard him laugh when he caught on and was glad to hear he still wasn’t mad at not getting my cherry. If anything, he seemed to have liked watching it getting stolen from me more than if he had been the first guy into the pool himself. Very unusual from what I know about a guys’ ego, but Freddie and I were well out of the norm in so many ways. I told him I wasn’t so sore that he couldn’t be the second one in tonight. He was so sweet and told me that it would depend on just how sore I was when he got here. I seemed to fall in love with this guy all over on a daily basis. All he cared about was that I was safe and having fun.

After he hung up, I knew I had to find something special to give him to let him know just how much I loved him. I laid on my bed still in the buff from my shower and began writing him a letter. I couldn’t find the words I wanted to say, so I stopped and looked for a better idea. It didn’t take long for my perverted little mind to come up with a way to please the both of us, to tell him how much I loved him, and to even make me hot with anticipation of what he might do with it. I scrapped the first page and began writing up as legal of a document as I could. I used all the legal jargon I could remember from TV and thought about exactly what it would take to make the contract I was writing both a message of my love for him, and wickedly fun for the both of us.

When I considered it finished, I rolled over onto my back and was reading through it while my legs and knees bent every which way in the wind. I was becoming very antsy knowing that it would be several hours before Freddie came by to read my twisted thoughts. As I read over the paper I could see underneath it that my dads’ legs came into view in the doorway. I waited for a moment while realizing just how good of a shot he had at checking out my crotch for basically the first time ever, dropped my feet to the bed to splay myself perfectly for one good shot, and then pretended to notice he was there.

“God girl, you’re going to drive me crazy. I’m headed to the store, you need anything?”

I closed my legs as if I still had any modesty and told him, “Not that I can think of.” But my sick mind stopped and remembered the day before, so I stopped him. “Oh, almost forgot. There is one thing you could get me. We could use some more mouthwash.” I had to pull the paper back in front of my face to keep him from seeing me lose it. I felt I got him back for giving me the mouthwash yesterday after discovering that Freddie and I were well into oral sex. I loved that about dad. We always kidded each other about the oddest things and that kept us so close.

Night was close and Freddie was running late. I had been so horny all day as I remembered the night before. I just couldn’t take it anymore and took off my skirt. I decided to get myself off in my second most favorite way. I grabbed my pillow and positioned the corner of it right at the bottom corner of my bed. Things always worked best when I went slow, so I sat on the corners of my pillow and bed, and began to work my hips back and forth as if I was riding Freddie. I couldn’t wait to slip over his cock for the first time.

After I got my engines turned on, I leaned over until I was prone, put my hands palm down on the bed beside my head, and worked my hips harder. I was remembering how the two guys had held me down so their friend could fuck me easier. Dreamland was mine even as my bedroom door opened. Thankfully instead of it being my father, it was Freddie. I stopped moving and buried my head into the bed. Freddie came over and sat on the opposite corner and when I looked up he wanted to know what I was doing. Any girl would have known from my position what I was up to, but I found myself having to confess to my boyfriend that he walked in on me starting without him.

I was too embarrassed for some reason to move from the pillow, but he coaxed me so sweetly to show him how it was done in this position. Without looking at him, I decided this was nothing compared to what I might be doing for him in the future. I went back to starting my engines all over again. When I got my heat started back up, I propped myself up on my elbows so I could look at him. His eyes were fixed on my ass as I worked my hips forward into the corner of my pillow. It didn’t take Freddie long to sport wood for me and that only freed up my mind. I sort of wished he’d come closer so I could blow him at the same time. I guess this was an exercise in masturbation though and should be left at that.

“So what do you think about when you do it?”

I could see he wanted to get into my mind more than my pants at the moment, so I let him.

“Actually, I was just remembering what it felt like when those guys were holding me down for their friend. They didn’t really need to, but it was just the right amount of coaxing to get me to hold still for him.” I could see Freddie definitely wanted to follow me into dreamland, so I dreamed on, and told him at the same time.

“It was so fucking hot looking over at you while they did whatever they wanted to me. Did you see them making me take turns sucking them off?”

As if in a trance, “Yeah, it was a little hard to focus, but really hot.”

I was really getting into rubbing against the pillow and decided he should know what he had missed. “When the guy first pushed his cock into me… he seemed to hit a tight spot. I could tell he had to force open those first muscles. Just before he pushed, I felt my cherry pop. I could feel the wetness from the blood. That was when I stared at you, just as he forced me open. You know, I’ll never be that tight ever again. I swear I could feel every vein and bump in his cock as he drove it home. I’m not hurting you am I?”

“Fuck no! You looked so frigging hot doing that. Keep telling me what it was like for you.”

I laid flat against the bed and turned my head towards Freddie. I happened to see the full mirror on my closet door and saw that Freddie wasn’t the only one watching my show. Freddie hadn’t shut my door when he came in; probably from the shock of catching me humping the corner of my bed. I could see dad was in the hallway watching me through the mirror. His hand was on his crotch and was rubbing himself real slow. So now I was performing for both of my men. I knew dad would never touch me and just wanted to watch. There was no way he could possibly know how much that turned me on. I averted my eyes from the mirror and went back to my dreams, but in a lower tone hoping that my dad wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Being on my knees in front of them was so wild. I was hoping you had been watching. It was so hot getting my head dragged off one guy to the next cock. When they felt my tits I melted at their touch. I’ll never be able to tell you how horny it gets me when a strange guy rubs my nipples and chest.” And that ended my ability to talk any more. I accentuated my hip movements until my moaning took me over. I took one more look in the mirror through tiny slits in my eyes and made the final rubs to make me orgasm. It was so intriguing seeing my father enthralled with what I was doing to myself. It was always such a pleasure to do it this way without the use of my hands at all and now it wasn’t a secret to either of my guys.

This was one time I wasn’t worried in the slightest over the noise I made and let my moaning and grunts have free rein. I gritted my teeth and squealed in delight as I came as hard as I ever had. When I dropped my head in exhaustion, I looked directly at dad through my mirror and was pretty sure he saw me looking at him. The next time I looked, he was gone. I didn’t tell Freddie about any of the things I was doing to, or for dad. I just wanted to give him that little extra something to spice up his life a bit.

We laid back on the bed and talked all about the intricacies and emotions of the night before. It seemed like it was far more a problem for me giving up my hymen to the wrong guy than it was for Freddie. His statement to me was that virginity was a highly overrated tradition. So I guess what I was about to do was to make me feel better more than anyone. I walked over to my night table and pulled out the contract. I held it close to me, told Freddie that I had thought long and hard over it’s writing and that I expected him to sign it. I handed it to him like it was a piece of my soul; and in a way it was.

I was amazed to see the trust Freddie afforded me. He took the pen from me and signed it in the properly marked spot, and then began to read it.

He hadn’t read much at all until he spouted out, “Very legal, aren’t we?”

I watched as his eyes grew and relaxed, only to grow wide again. Finally when he had gone through it, he teasingly asked for an eraser. It took him seemingly forever, but when he did it spoke to his disbelief.

“Are you sure you want this? I mean… from my point of view, wow! But are you sure you’re going to be willing to follow through with this? And what do you get out of it?”

I was very amazed he could ask that last question. The answer to that should be obvious to a blind man. I snatched the paper from him and added my signature to it. I folded it and snuck it away.

“So, you got any questions?”

He was stilled stunned over what he read, but only asked when it would begin. I told him it already had, but even I didn’t know how. I said we would go over it when I got back, and headed to the kitchen for sodas. I stayed in my panties to give dad another cheap thrill. But as I passed dad’s bedroom door, I saw he wasn’t going to be in the kitchen. I had a sneaking suspicion why his door was closed and kept going, but when I got to the kitchen I decided to go back and see if I was right. If I was, I would know why and that would just make my day.

I went back to his door, took a deep breath and walked in as I asked if he wanted a soda while I was headed that way. He was sitting on the end of his bed and jerking away frantically at his prick. I had just known I was going to be right, but suddenly I felt horrible over interrupting something he would never be able to get back to in the same way. I apologized for walking in on him and backed out quickly. I couldn’t believe I said it, but almost instinctively I said, “Just keep doing what you were, don’t let me interrupt.”

How could I say that? I must have sounded like a blathering idiot. I grabbed the sodas and went back to the bedroom, but I knew I couldn’t embarrass dad by telling even Freddie what I had seen. Hell, I was the one responsible for getting him all worked up in the first place. And then I thought, I was the one responsible for getting him all worked up. I sort of felt like I had this special humanitarian power that helped guys to have a good whack on themselves. That made me feel really cool. It also reinforced just how powerful Freddie’s new contracted role was to him. I never realized that watching someone having sex was so enthralling to guys. And it seemed to work instantaneously.

Freddie was laying back on the bed and just smiling away when I got back. I asked him if he was going to enjoy his new role and all he did was smile more. But when he could finally talk, he wanted to know if I was going to enjoy my role as well.

“You know, I’m starting to realize that as hot as it is for me to get watched doing something forbidden or just outright nasty, to a guy it’s just as hot to watch. That is at least for a guy like you that knows he can trust his girl to come back to him. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“One hundred percent sweetheart. Why don’t we go over the roles and rules one more time just to make sure I understand what you got me to sign off on?”

I was in total agreement with that because just reading it made me boil, so talking about it was going to get some real sex going, not just ‘pillow sex’ as I called it.

I started with the roles; Freddie was the Voyeur and had all rights to watch, listen, and question me about any sex I had with third parties, including the simplest of things like kissing. I was the Exhibitionist. It was my responsibility to make it as hot for my Voyeur as possible, as easy to see and hear as possible, and to keep others from knowing he was watching. My last obligation was to come back to Freddie and offer myself to him so he could finish enjoying himself in whatever manner he needed at the time.

I moved on to the time constraints. I had promised him two things in the contract; I would find at least one thing a week to do that would reach the height of being worth a voyeur watching, and he got to set me up once a week to see what he wanted, as long as I didn’t get hurt. And either of our obligations could be a surprise to the other, or worked out in advance.

The contract could be ended at any time the other felt threatened over what might be happening to our relationship by stating it in writing. And all this was my way to feel better over not giving my cherry to the guy I had really wanted to get it.

I was about to go into more detail when dad - knocked - on the door and asked to speak to me. I got up to go talk about the obvious and he asked my to put some pants on. I blew him off and closed the door behind me. I figured he wanted to talk in his room, but he stopped me. I guess the ‘crime scene’ wasn’t where he wanted to go right now. So we talked in hushed voices right there.

“I wanted to talk about what you saw.”

“Oh dad, that’s so embarrassing. Do you think I really didn’t know you and every other person on earth plays with themselves?”

“But that wasn’t the worst part.”

“Dad, stop it. I know what went on, and I didn’t stop it did I? There’s nothing wrong with what happened. We both got a little something out of it and we never even touched each other. If I can live with it, then you should be able too. Was it fun for you?”

He stammered, but finally said it was, and when he added that ‘but’, I cut him off.

“Well, in case you didn’t notice, I didn’t miss a beat. You don’t have anything to feel guilty about, you didn’t take advantage of me. If anything, I sort of used you. Now can we please stop talking about this? I don’t want Freddie to hear us. And besides how natural it is, it‘s still embarrassing to admit to my dad.”

“Okay, but this (pointing to my pantied bottom) has got to stop.”

“Yeah, right dad. We’ll be the first in the world to make believe that sex doesn’t exist. Get over it and enjoy. I love you. Now, bye...” I pushed him on his way and went back to Freddie, feeling like a humanitarian once again. I really did love my dad for all he did for me and if all it took was a peek at me to make his life a little more livable, he was going to get it. Catching him beating off only gave me the assurance that I could do that for him.

Freddie asked what was up with dad and I told him it was nothing big. Then he wanted to know when our contract was first going to be enforced. I told him about a second spot that was almost as easy to see things at and it was the local bowling alley. I told him how I would get hit on every time I went there, no matter who I was with, or how I was dressed. I told him about some of my past experiences there and how they went down. They involved the parking lot most of the time, but I had been whisked away to a bathroom on one occasion, a backroom when the attendant hit on me once, and even did some light making out in the attached bar a couple of times. And in all the times I messed around with guys there, I’d only given one guy anything of substance. He got a blowjob in the bathroom one night just before closing when there was only a few people left. It suddenly occurred to me that I was pretty much a slut, but when you take into consideration that it all happened over six years, it wasn’t that bad.

Freddie wanted to know when the first time was and what I did, but I told him it would be pretty disgusting to hear. He disagreed, so I told him. It happened my second time there at the alley, I was thirteen and the guy was probably around forty. He had been eyeing me all night and when I went to the car I had come in for my hairbrush, he followed me out. He started complimenting me on how cute I was and seemed really nice. I knew he was hitting on me and the more we talked, the more I was willing to let him cop a feel of the crotch he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off. So once he got me really hot, he asked if he could get a kiss from a sweet young thing like me. I coyly agreed to let him, and he gave me an all out passionate kiss including tongue. When he saw I wasn’t pulling away, he grabbed my ass. When I didn’t stop that, he felt free to explore my whole body over my clothes. It was the first time I’d ever let a man feel my crotch, but he was really good at it so I let him do it for a few minutes.

I pulled away from the guy finally and told him I had to get back to my friends. But he pleaded for one last feel and I gave in. This time he slid his hand under my top and groped the bulges that should have started growing by then. I felt so controlled by the guy and so tiny in his big hands. When he felt my nipples harden under his touch, he twisted at them a little and I got so hot. But someone was going to catch us, so I pushed him away and told him I hoped that he had a good time. That was the first time I realized that letting a guy feel me up was almost like giving a gift to a guy.

I looked at Freddie’s hardened prick and saw how much he liked hearing my little story. I just had to ask him. “You want to go bowling tonight?”

“You bet!”

As I got dressed to go, it was really hot preparing myself to get checked out by other guys right there in front of Freddie. I even asked his opinion on each piece and he would give me a real response. I was beginning to feel like I was packaging myself up as meat, but the wetness I could feel coming on made me fine with that idea. It wasn’t long before I found myself rolling a dismal three pin ball and seeing the guys from the next lane checking out my ass in the tight shorts I had chosen. I was hard to keep from looking back at them. I know guys get subconscious when they get caught leering and I didn’t want to spoil their fun.

After a while Freddie was getting very charged up himself at all their leering at me, so I decided it was time to kick it up a notch. Whenever I would sit at the scoring machine, this one guy about twenty-five kept popping into the chair next to me. I decided he would be my first unplanned interlude. So when Freddie was coming up to me and the guy asked if he was my brother, boyfriend, or what, I told him we were just good friends. Freddie took the hint to stay off to the side a little and I asked him why he wanted to know. He told me he’d love to get a kiss from me. I said ‘no way’, but in that voice that told guys I wasn’t adverse to the idea of him trying again.

We teased each other for a while and I finally asked him if I let him kiss me if he’d leave me alone. Fat chance of that! But he lied and said he would. I waited until Freddie went to throw a ball and turned to let him. He laid into my lips and held the back of my head in his hand. I could tell Freddie was turned toward us while getting another ball and the guy’s friends started whooping it up. I felt so slutty, so amazingly slutty as Freddie kept taking peeks at us. He kept asking for more and I told him that I couldn’t in front of my friend. He suggested that we go out to the parking lot for a while and I asked him what he thought Freddie would do all by himself.

I knew Freddie was listening to everything, and I came up with an idea. We were on the last frame of the game, so I asked Freddie if he wouldn’t mind running to the store for me to buy me a sub. It was a couple of miles away and would give me about fifteen minutes with my suitor. I asked him to go while I talked to my new friend and come back for me. Like such a ‘good friend’, he didn’t want to stand in the way of me making new friends and said okay. I whispered to the guy, Johnny, that as soon as he left I’d go to the parking lot with him. But I made sure he knew it was just to make out a little for a cheap thrill. He was very much okay with that.

I tried to get alone with Freddie long enough to tell him to hide outside, but I didn’t get the opportunity. I could only hope he would see through my request. He wasn’t gone ten seconds before we were kissing again and his friends made sucking noises like a bunch of little kids. I let him lead me outside to the parking lot. He wanted to sit in his car, but I was a little too excited and was thinking that he might get a little more than I had suggested. So, I steered him to the side of the building by the tree line. Nobody drove past this way and if Freddie had stuck around, it would be easy for him to walk around the building to see what was going on.

Johnny quickly had me backed up against the side of the building and went nuts on my mouth. When his hand went to my crotch, I signaled him an okay by spreading my legs a little. He rubbed at me so hard and intensely that I melted under his touch. I kept looking for any sign of Freddie, but he didn’t seem anywhere in the area. Even though I could feel this guy’s erection pushing against my belly, I didn’t want to go too far since I didn’t think Freddie was in the area. I let him grope at me under my clothes all he wanted to and he kept asking if I liked giving head. I couldn’t seem to lie to him. I told him I did, but that I wasn’t into it right now. That got him a little mad. I guess I was being an awful cock tease towards him.

And then when the guy lifted my shirt high enough to lick at my double A’s, I took a good look around. I finally saw Freddie off behind the side of the building and suddenly the lips biting at my tiny nipples made them extremely hard. I wanted to come right out and tell the guy I’d blow him, but I knew it would be hotter for Freddie’s sake if he needed to coerce me. So when the guy asked me to suck him off again, I didn’t say no, I just sort of shrugged my shoulders. That was all it took to see him go for his zipper. When he had his pants opened, I reached down to feel his cock. Damn, he was inspiringly hard for me. I always loved it when I could get a guy that hard over me. But I still played the reluctant little girl for him and I felt that wonderful pressure on my shoulders that told me he wasn’t able to wait any longer.

My shirt was still around my armpits and my nipples were tiny frozen peas. Even as I reached out to grab his cock, I reached my other hand to my nipples to twist them as I got started on him. His cock tasted so delightfully musky to me and he wasn’t the type to sit back and wait for me to suck him off. Johnny liked to fuck the face wrapped around his cock. That always meant to me that he was the kind of guy that insisted on his girl sucking down his cum as if it were a reward. I wondered if he would eat cum for his girlfriend.

I couldn’t see Freddie from my position, but he had to like what he was seeing. And as Johnny put his girl to work trying to endure his assertive thrusting, I imagined how hard Freddie had to be watching me servicing this guy. It didn’t take long before the guy was whispering his grunts of approval over my willingness to allow him to out rightly fuck me in the mouth. But I got him mad when I told him not to cum in my mouth. I knew he wasn’t the kind of guy that would like hearing that, and sure enough, he came back at me.

“I’ll cum wherever I want, just take it bitch.”

Bitch…whoa guy. Who do you think is giving you the blowjob here? I was glad I was really the one using him here, or I would have stopped and left him with blue balls, or at the very least standing in a parking lot jerking himself off. I decided as punishment that I’d let him cum in my mouth, but I wouldn’t do as I planned and let him watch me swallow his sperm for him.

I saw he was ready to get off, so I twisted once really hard to the side to look for Freddie and caught a glimpse of him. And when my exploitive man was ready to get off, I became very reluctant for him. That made him get that much more aggressive with me and our movements became more animated. But when he was ready to hit me with that first squirt, he became very dominating and told me to swallow. I twisted all around not wanting to give him that achievement, but he held my head in place for himself and let loose on me. I was so pissed that he was winning. I could feel his cum going in so deep that I had no choice but to swallow it for him. Once a guy got me started, I sort of lost the ability to stop him. I stopped fighting him and held still as I felt his cum hitting the back of my mouth over and over. I took a couple of deep gulps and he had won.

When he let go of me and backed away. I coughed a little until I got air, then I told him he really had to work on his manners. He got more insulting and told me to grow up. That bastard! I’d just gave him one hell of a blowjob and he was so unappreciative. I told him to fuck off and go gloat to his friends over having successfully used me. And he didn’t even wait to walk me back to the front doors. If it wasn’t for the fact that Freddie was waiting to come to me, I would have scared the fuck out of the guy by saying that one word that would either get him to run after me or from me; rapist.

As soon as he was out of site, Freddie came up to me and I was still pulling myself together. He pulled me to him and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. I realized that I had just let a guy cum in my mouth and tried to pull away from him. I figured he hadn’t known that I had gotten the guy off and didn’t want to send him into total humiliation over kissing me through the taste of another guy’s semen. When he finally released me I told him, “You know, I got the guy to cum.”

He looked a little bewildered and said he knew.

“Doesn’t it bother you that he just did that in my mouth and then you kissed me?”

“I guess if I can let you do that for me, I shouldn’t complain, should I?”

I smiled at hearing that and kissed him again. “You really don’t mind the taste?”

“I guess I’m a little curious over what you did for me. But I’m not going to let you think that you’re too nasty to kiss after that.”

“Well then, did you like what you got to see?”

“Immensely! Did you have fun?”

“Until the end when he made me swallow it after calling me a bitch. I was just a cheap whore as far as he was concerned.”

Freddie teased me a little about why I was complaining. He knew I liked swallowing for boys and I had just acted like a whore, so what was the big deal over what the guy thought. I guess he was right. I had certainly gotten what I was after. I told Freddie I couldn’t wait to show him my talents now and told him we had to get home.

“I still don’t like the idea of screwing around with your dad right there. Let’s go to the shack.”

“But I wanted to fuck you tonight. You didn’t get to last night, so I wanted to make sure you got to tonight.”

He insisted that my false need to insure him of anything wasn’t necessary and that he wanted to give me a day or two to heal. But he promised to fuck the hell out of me as soon as my pain subsided. How could I argue with that? So I let him drive us back to town where we promptly walked down the tracks so I could give him one fuck of a great blowjob. All the time I was working him off, he was telling me what he had seen and felt about it, and I would pause to insert my feelings. He even seemed to like hearing my description of the guy’s cock and balls, and what I had thought about them.

“What about the kissing in the bowling alley?”

“I have to admit, it really bothered me when I turned around and saw you in a lip lock with the guy. But when I continued watching you and knowing you were just doing it to tease me, it got me really hard. The thought of you teasing him into giving you more made me see how much you were trying to please me. Plus… it’s pretty awesome knowing that I have such a hot girl that she can just kiss another guy and get whatever she wants.”

“So I shouldn’t do that again then?”

“Hell no, I love it when you tease me. Even when it starts out bothering me, watching you work your magic is such a fucking turn on. Even last night I had to fight to keep you from sucking those guys off… until you started doing it. Then it was like the best porno movie ever. Just do what you want and I’ll let you know if it bothers me too much.”

“Deal. Now let‘s get this cock to spray for me.”

“Can I feed it to you too?”

“Yuck, that’s gross.” I smiled up at him as seductively as I could and saw he knew what I meant. He grabbed the back of my head and told me that I was going to, but he wouldn’t make the mistake of calling me a bitch.”

Just before he was ready to shoot I said, “Wrong, you’re the only guy that gets to call me his bitch. As long as you make it sound really slutty.”