A 'friend' of Jacob's sits down, and you find yourself giving Jacob a second blowjob while they talk

Before you can think to crawl out from under the table, let alone slip your mouth off his dick, one of the chairs is pulled out and some sits down on your side of the table.

"Jacob," rumbles a voice that, in spite of its deepness, sounds smarmy.

"Tyrone," Jacob says back, distaste dripping from him.

The other man chuckles, pulling himself toward the table. Scurrying away from him you **** Jacob's legs apart, seeking protection between his legs.

"Where's the little lady, Jake? I thought I saw some tight white pussy clinging to your arm when you came in, but I lost sight of you for a moment."

"She's in the bathroom," Jacob lies, and you let out your breath in relief.

"Better not let her out of your sight for long or she'll be blowing men in the gents room. She looks the type."

You wait for Jacob to object, but instead he reaches one hand under the table, cupping the back of your head in his big hand and pulls you toward himself possessively - or maybe protectively.

"What do you want?"

"Just popping in to say hi," Tyrone says, a grin in his voice. Behind you a whiff of a breeze warns you that Tyrone's foot is swinging forward and back and you spread your legs to avoid him, not wanting him to accidentally kick you and reveal your presence under the table. "Thought I'd take a look at your latest fuck slut. Bet she gives a mean blowjob," Tyrone chuckles.

Jacob grunts in response, or maybe he's just reacting to your quickening breath because you can feel - with horror - his dick starting to twitch.

'Not now,' you think, but with a mind of its own Jacob's log of a dick starts to harden in your mouth.

"So what's the latest play?" Tyrone asks, to your mystification. "Model? Actor? Mayor's son?"

Jacob doesn't say a thing, though his hands tighten in your hair, his strong grip taking away any chance you might have had to pull away. Without that you feel his dick seeking the only passage left to it. For the second time that night you feel his dick nudging the entrance of your throat, but unlike last time your lips are pressed against the base of his cock.

Horrified at the thought of his dick reaching full length in your throat - it's challenging enough normally to deep throat him but you've never gotten the last two inches in - you start sucking and licking, even lightly humming to try and make him cum. But with an orgasm so recent your efforts only succeed in making his dick harder, and that only makes his dick burrow deeper into your straining throat.

With breathing becoming ever more difficult you wonder if you hear them right.

"Mayor's son," Jacob says for some reason. "You still selling answers to exams at all the local colleges?"

Selling answers? Your ears perk up at the thought of knowing the answers. With your failing grades you can't help but be interested.

"Yeah well, someone's got to help those poor grateful sluts. They're so busy going down on their boyfriends they don't have time to study. I'm doing a college near here on the coast for a couple of days."

College on the coast? You struggle with both not **** on the ever-deeper explorations of Jacob's dick and trying to remember what college is near the coast. Dimly you seem to recall some rival of your own college. Being into athletes but not sports you heard something about a fierce rivalry, but you can't quite recall the name. No doubt having Jacob's dick pushing into unexplored territories has something to do with that.

"I suppose you're still selling answers to the guys and giving answers to the girls for favors?"

"Damn straight. Ain't nothing better than having some sweet little white slut beg you to fuck her as hard as you can in exchange for answers. The harder the fuck, the more they let me do, the more answers I give 'em."

"You always were a sick fuck," Jacob murmurs, probably because your shortage of air has driven you back to sucking and licking with a vengeance as your throat expands painfully around him. You've had to push your body back a little in order to straighten out your throat so you can take Jacob's dick.

"No more than you," Tyrone countered.

You feel the whoosh of air a moment before Tyrone's toes smack into your pussy. You yelp, Jacob's cock muffling the sound, his hands jerking you forward, and the last inch of his enormous dick sinks into you. Buried full-length you're sure there's a bulge in your throat, but you're too busy trying to make him orgasm so you can breath again.

Tyrone's foot smacks into your pussy again and try to move away. With the way your legs are entwined with Jacob's all you can do is spread your legs farther, as if it would let you get away. Tyrone gives a few more harder kicks, apparently trying to get a response out of Jacob.

With you unable to breath in order to protest, and unwilling to draw attention to yourself, and Jacob unaware of the kicks, you suffer in silence, each kick sinking the toe of his boots a little into the pulled-wide hole between your legs. Perversely your clit seems to reach out toward him, and you're ashamed to realize that you've been rubbing it between kicks.

Like some macho game Tyrone keeps kicking, no doubt smirking at Jacob and waiting for Jacob to break and tell him off, but Jacob never does. Instead the foot keeps striking your cunt wetly, drawing a moan of pain and pleasure each time.

Without light you can't be sure, but you feel your vision begin to go black, spots growing bigger, sucking becoming more and more difficult as you begin to panic. And yet, the worse it gets the more pleasure you get from each kick until with one last vicious kick your cunt spasms and and orgasm crashes over you, making your body convulse.

"Well, I guess I'll go home, make sure my shit's ready for tomorrow. Damn but I hope some sweet little whore begs me to fuck her ass. Think maybe I'll hold out on her until she really convinces me. Speaking of whores, too bad I missed yours. I bet she's a fun one. You using the aphrodisiac on her? Nah, never mind, your games are your games man. See ya round, Jake."

Light blazes under the table cloth as the big man stands up, or maybe it's the fireworks in your brain. Either way you only dimly realize that the drone of senseless words has ended and the man behind you has left. It isn't until Jacob pulls you off his dick and you're gasping for breath that you realize it's just the two of you.

Even then you're still coming down from your orgasm, and between that and the need to finally breath you just groan as Jacob cums likes a fire hose on your face. Apparently having you suck his dick in front of a stranger makes him horny as hell, and your cheeks, nose and lips are soon covered with spunk.

Still panting you crawl out from under the table, too weary to care that the waiter has chosen that moment to arrive.

"Uh, are you, um, ready to order?" the man stumbles, wide eyes on you as you get to your feet.

"We've changed our mind," Jacob grumbles, standing up. Before you can even sit he grabs your arm and pulls you toward the door.

"What? We aren't going to eat?"

"Meeting Tyrone's ruined my appetite. I'll take you back to your place," Jacob says. You have to walk with quick long strides to keep up, each one making the skirt pull up.

"So, uh, is he a friend?"

"Hmm? Oh, Tyrone? Did you hear much?"

"No, I was kind of busy, um...." you stop, embarrassed, yet knowing you shouldn't be. It wasn't like you'd meant to suck him the second time with a stranger behind you. Or cum like a wanton slut from some guy kicking your pussy while you choked on a dick. God that was weird...

"Oh. Good," he smiles quickly, a bit of strain leaving his face. "I mean, yeah he gets results, but the price... well, never mind. Here we are," he says, and you realize that he must have broken the speed limit and blazed through every intersection because you're outside your apartment.

"Do you want to come up?" you offer automatically, even though you know it's a bad idea, What with the marks left from being gang-banged yesterday it would be better if he didn't get a chance to get a look at them. And with your light switches being broken you've been unable to turn off your lights since you first moved in. You'd thought of telling your creepy landlord, but...

Shaking your head you push the thoughts aside, slipping out of the car without waiting for his answer. He'll either follow you or not. Either way you've been thinking about Tyrone's words and the promise of easy answers to your next exam.

For once Jacob doesn't seem interested in fucking you, but maybe that's because he already came twice. In spite of your earlier orgasm you find yourself strangely horny, like having him at your apartment triggered an automatica erotic reaction. Instead of thinking about that you turn your mind to Tyrone. The only college by the shore near here, that you know of, is your school's rival.

Just as seedy and undiscriminating in who it accepts, you've heard that there's a nasty feud between the schools. You remember hearing about it, and nearly went there for school, but then you heard it was located in an area disputed by three different gangs, and chose your current school instead.

It's a little late but you could always head over there, see if you could find him. It sounded like he was in the area but wouldn't be for much longer. Since Jacob probably wouldn't tell you how to find him after he moved on it might be better to seek him out tonight, rather than risk missing him by waiting til tomorrow.