A long day...(pt2)

“Geez Destiny!” He yelled in response to his discovery, “can I get just ONE moment in my life that’s NOT about cum?! I sleep- you cum on my face, I wake up- you cum in my mouth, I call out from work, per your request- you don’t even wait till I’m off the phone to cum in my mouth. I can’t even enjoy a lousy sandwich without you cumming in THAT!”

“David,” Destiny replied assertively, thrusting David’s hips backwards until he fell into a chair, “let me give you a little insight to how relationships work. Something I know all too well is how little experience you HAVE with them. In a relationship, each party gives everything they have to the other party. That’s harmony. And I, David, have been giving you everything I have. I just patiently went along with it, not saying a WORD- not one WORD about how you didn’t show the slightest bit of gratitude over everything I gave. But I WILL NOT tolerate you resenting me for giving EVERYTHING I HAVE to you. That’s not the type of relationship I want, is that the type of relationship YOU want?”

David was triple taken aback, he was being yelled at by his dick, even more in his face than she had been all day- all over wanting to not to constantly deal with cum. Also, “relationship?!”

“W-w-what relationship?” He asked.

Destiny responded to this by slapping him across the face, leaving a phallic shaped red mark across his cheek.

“Don’t even give me that,” Destiny scowled.

“Don’t give you what?! I only agreed to do this with you until our date with Sarah!”

“WHO’S SARAH?!” She screamed before slapping him in the other cheek, leaving another similarly shaped red mark.

“Our date! The date!” David pleaded.

“Oh right. Sarah. The girl with the tits.” Destiny said, “our date. I must’ve forgotten”

David was feeling a relief seeing that Destiny was starting to calm down.

“Sorry I lost my head there for a moment. I was just upset. I’m also sorry for hitting you- that wasn’t right. It looks like I really got you.”

David glanced in the mirror to see undeniably dick shaped bruises on both of his cheeks. On the subject of his date tomorrow, how is he going to explain that? The previous night there was cum on his cheek, and then he’s going to show up on their date with penis bruises on his face. How can the date go well from there? Also, what would happen if the date didn’t go well...?

“It’s fine,” David tried to eliminate further conflict with Destiny- as it could further impact likelihood for success with his date.

“Yeah, you WERE kinda being a jerk and deserved it- it doesn’t make it right though. But could you please just try to be more appreciative of what I do?”

Great- he started this argument not wanting to be came on constantly, and he’s leaving it having to come off as grateful for it...

“Great, now finish your sandwich so we can make up and enjoy the rest of our day.”

He looked over at the remaining sandwich. He hasn’t even made it half way through it, and at this point there was more cum than sandwich.

And yet, the way the argument ended he had no choice but to eat it.

“You DO want the sandwich, don’t you?” She asked accusatory.

“Yes...” David sighed, “thank you...”

With each bite of the sandwich David imagined himself trying to stay afloat in a white, gooey sea.

It was a sad victory when he finally finished the sandwich. “What has my life become?” He thought, but dared not say.

“One other thing,” Destiny asked, “could you refer to me as one of those cutesy names I suggested? Oh! I’ve got it! Could you call me ‘my one and only Destiny’? Please, look at me and say it just like that.”

“Just get to that date, David” he thought to himself, “as long as things go well, it can all be over soon. After keeping Destiny happy, keeping Sarah happy won’t be an issue.”

Worn down, he looked at his cock right in front of his face and said, “My...one and only Destiny...”

She got so excited over this, she exploded on his face yet again. And a part of him feared it might be true