“So which will it be?”
“Suck my cock.” He grabbed me and shoved me to my knees.
Oh thank God!For a second when he’d been trying to take me out for pizza I thought he was some sort of cheating asshole. It would have been so awkward to have to tell Karma that her man was cheating, but I would have had no choice. Single Girl Rule #36: Tell a girl if her man is cheating on her. Luckily for Karma, Brody was a good boy and chose the blowjob.
And also luckily for me. Because his cock was delicious. And the combination of riding my vibrating jet ski and then watching my girls blow him had me absolutely drenched.
My turn, bitches.
Their outfits had been good, but my referee outfit was better.
I looked up at him as I swirled my tongue around his tip. And then I handled him my whistle. “Blow this when you’re about to cum. Or don’t. I’m always happy to swallow.” I winked at him and then slammed his cock into the back of my throat. He stumbled backwards into the wall, but I just kept pushing.
“I bet he doesn’t last 60 seconds,” said Ghostie into my ear.
I glanced over at the security camera and cocked an eyebrow.
“I also bet you wish it was my cock down your throat,” he said.
I nodded and kept sucking.
“You see that bed to your left?” Ghostie’s voice sounded tight. “If I was there, I’d tie your hands to the posts and bend you over. And then I’d rail you until your legs went numb.”
Ghostie.
“And just when you couldn’t take it anymore, I’d flip you over and drench your pretty face with my cum.”
God yes.
I slid one hand down and started touching myself while I kept sucking Brody. It was so easy to imagine Ghostie inside of me. Especially when I heard his labored breathing in my ear. I’d wound him up earlier just like he’d wound me up. I stared into the security camera in the corner as I swirled my fingers around my wetness.
Ghostie groaned.
I imagined Ghostie wrapping his hand around his thick cock as I slid Brody’s erection all the way into the back of my throat. I continued staring at the cameras. Do you like that, Ghostie? I went down farther.
“Fuck,” Ghostie groaned.
I pulled back and looked up at Brody. “I want you to fuck my face.”
“That better have been for me,” growled Ghostie.
I gave a saucy smile to the camera. Damn right, Ghostie. I wasn’t sure when it had happened exactly, but this whole show was for him.
Brody grabbed my head and slammed me down.
That’s right, boy. Fuck my face until you’re ready to explode.
Ghostie’s breath grew even more labored. I knew he was stroking himself. I knew he was wishing I was blowing him. And I knew he was so close to cumming. I reached up and massaged Brody’s balls as I continued to stare into the camera.
And then he blew the whistle. But I kept going.
Brody groaned and exploded into the back of my mouth.
Yummy.
I wanted to drink every last drop of it, but I also wanted my skin to be glowing for the rest of the day. So I pulled back and smiled as he unleashed shot after shot onto my face.
When he was finally done I closed my mouth and swallowed down my treat. And then I smiled up at him.