A morning blowjob with Krys

In the end, Thad’s disappearance was of little concern to Devin. His goal had been to get his mate out of his hair regarding Krys; him vanishing was the best case scenario. With none of their roommates remembering him, there was little chance that Thad would make more trouble.

With his roommate handled, Devin shifted to more pressing matters. He spent the evening in his room, sorting out the details of his upcoming takeover.

Corrupting Krys would be just the beginning.

The poor girl didn’t even make it until lunch. All it took was a text.

At the start of his break, Devin informed his girlfriend that he hadn’t showered since the previous morning. Like a moth drawn to flame, Krys emerged from somewhere in the club and forcefully dragged him from his post with a childish glee he’d never seen from her. She brought him to her car and stuffed him into the back seat before crawling after him and pawing at his shorts.

“Someone’s eager this morning,” he joked, leaning back to let her do the work of fishing out of cock.

“Shut up, I’m still mad at you.” Despite the aggression she’d used to get him here, she handled his dick with utmost care. “One day’s worth of stank is nothing compared to what it used to be. I can’t believe you showered.” Once it was out, she lifted his shaft and pressed her face against it, crushing his balls against her nose. She then inhaled his musk and shivered with pleasure, her eyes rolling back from the intoxicating fumes.

“I like seeing you ****,” he told her, grabbing her face and pressing it further into his crotch. He wanted her to spend the rest of her shift smelling like his dick. “Although I do much prefer using your tongue to clean myself up.”

“It should be the only thing you use to clean up” she grumbled, pushing back off his dick to give his shaft a long, slow lick.

He chuckled under his breath. Don’t give me any ideas. Leaning back, he watched as she traversed from his balls to his tip, wetting his length before hurrying back down. She lapped at his hairy balls, taking them into her mouth and coating everything she could reach with saliva. She popped them out and dived for his tip, taking most of his cock into her greedy mouth and started sucking.

Happy to let her do the work, Devin sat back in comfort and watched his girlfriend in action. She bobbed with expert precision, swallowing his pole without gagging and slowly building his orgasm. She dutifully drooled all over his cock, making it shine as her juices dripped down and soaked the seat beneath him. Krys seemed hungry for his semen, his girlfriend largely ignoring what little scent he had. That suited him just fine; with her professional oral skills, it wouldn’t take long for him to cum.

“Fuck, I’m getting close.” He grabbed her head and kept her on his shaft, gently fucking her face as his need to explode grew more urgent. He pulled her closer still and, with a deep satisfied groan, held her close as he shot thick wads of semen into her mouth.

Krys squealed as soon as she tasted the first spurt and pulled back until just his tip remained within her. She used her tongue to stimulate his frenulum and coaxed out more thick sperm for her to drink, letting his load fill her mouth with deliciousness.

Once he was done, she smiled stupidly up at him and showed off the load in her mouth, playing with it using her tongue. Then, once she had her fill, she swallowed it down with a single large gulp.

Devin watched Krys’ movements slow to a crawl as they descended into the quantum state. When she froze, he began gently patting her head and running fingers through her hair, feeling both confident and in control. He stayed silent, knowing the real Krystina had regained control.

He patiently waited for an outburst that, curiously, never came.

“The silent treatment this time!?” he asked, breaking the dull quiet of the quantum state. “I thought you’d be begging me to undo your love for my crotch.”

Still, she refused to speak, remaining unmoving and seemingly frozen in his lap.

“Guess you’ve learned it doesn’t matter what you say; I’m changing you regardless. It’s a shame, I was starting to enjoy our little back and forths.” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll just cut to the chase. I know you’re cheating on me.”

“What?” Even monotone, her voice carried a hint of surprise and concern.

“The current Krys doesn’t care, so I thought I’d save the news for the original you. I caught you with the cook last night before heading home. Didn’t you think it was odd I was avoiding you?” He paused for her to refute his claim but she’d shut up again. “Probably not. Guess you were busy getting your fix.”

She remained quiet for a time, refusing to comment on his accusations. “What are you going to do to me now?” she eventually asked, low and quiet. She looked resolved to her fate.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured her with a gentle head pat, “I actually quite like the idea of you slutting around; as long as I get something from it. With my sweaty boxers on your face and your need to smell my crotch, everyone thinks you’re a little crazy anyway. You’re not going anywhere.”

“I knew you were a cuck!” she snorted, finally finding the conviction to stand up for herself. “I don’t regret fucking Samson. His dick’s bigger and my tight Asian pussy deserves the best!”

“Whatever,” he states dismissively, “I’m turning you into my whore now. Repeat after me: Every man that has sex with you pays in advance for privilege. Your boyfriend is the exception; he’s the one you give the money to.”

“Every man fucks me for free. My boyfriend’s the exception; he’s a little cuck.”

“Every man that has sex with you pays in advance for privilege. Your boyfriend is the exception; he’s the one you give the money to.”

“It’s a privilege for men to have sex with me for free. My boyfriend is an exception; he pays me to do so.”

“Every man that has sex with you pays in advance for privilege. Your boyfriend is the exception; he’s the one you give the money to.”

“Every man that has sex with me considers it a privilege. My boyfriend is an exception whom I pay money to.”

“Every man that has sex with you pays in advance for privilege. Your boyfriend is the exception; he’s the one you give the money to.”

“No one that has sex with me pays for the privilege. My boyfriend is the exception; he’s the only one who pays me.”

“Every man that has sex with you pays in advance for privilege. Your boyfriend is the exception; he’s the one you give the money to.”

“Every man that has sex with me pays in advance for privilege. My boyfriend is the exception; he’s the one I give the money to.”

The world around him flashed out of its stasis with little change. They were still in her car and, between his legs, Krys moaned and burped up his cum. She continued to give his shaft long slow licks, moving lower until his cock ran the length of her head and his balls rested right beneath her nose.

Her face had become a mess of spittle, forgotten semen, and rogue pubes. She took a big whiff of his musk, shook in delirium, and sighed heavily.

Rejuvenated from his orgasm, Devin left her to her vices while he dug for his phone to check the time. “Better get your fill,” he warned her. “Our break’s almost over.”

“Fuck going back to work!” She took another long lick and nuzzled deeper against his shaft. “Dad can afford a bit of time theft.”

“Well, I’m not his spoiled brat. I don’t have that luxury.” Krys whined as he pushed her off his cock. He sat up in the car seat and stretched in what little room he had.

“I can’t believe you,” she bemoaned, looking up at him. “Your hot Asian girlfriend drags you to her car to suck your tiny white dick and you throw her aside to go back to work.”

“You’re a junky, getting her hit. I know you’d rather be in the kitchen, fucking Samson” He opened the car door and stepping out in the morning light. He then leaned back in and blew her a kiss. “Although I do love being your dealer.” He reached his hand inside the vehicle. “Pay up.”

Krys shot him a glare but still bent down to grab a large wallet tucked under the seat. She quickly opened it and fished up a small wad of cash which she quickly handed it to him.

“Who’s this from?” he asked, quickly counting the bills with his fingers. She'd given him just a little over a hundred bucks.

“The cook and one of the janitors.”

“The janitor?” He pocketed the money. “Rich Asian pussy like you, I thought you’d be chasing after your father’s business clients.”

“You know I would if I could!” she barked, crossing her arms and turning away from him. “But good luck finding members who aren’t put off by me wearing your shorts. Only the dregs of the club are into it. …Besides, the janitor smells a little like you.”

It was hard for Devin not to laugh. When he’d made her hot, it hadn’t taken her long to start slutting around with the jocks in their lives. Now, no one wanted her. He’d crippled her sex life, yet her determination to cuck him meant her only option was to be a whore for her father’s degenerate employees.

Yet, for the past three days, like clockwork, she came running just to suck, smell, and drink from his cock. She might consider him a cuck but she was now, without question, his whore.

With Krys taken care of, it was time to begin phase two.