Accept the screwup

He pushes his panties aside, skirt lifted, and you get your first look at exactly what he’s packing. His cock was long, hairless, and slender, with a pronounced upward curve. He rubbed his tip on your lips, and you could taste the precum.

“Well little bimbo, you wanted it so bad, have a taste.” You gulp, opening your mouth for him to slide it in. “Oh no no no. You said get a blowjob. That means you do the work. Come on, show me what a hungry little whore you are.”

Shit, is he really making you lead on this? It’d be easier to accept if you were simply receiving a face fucking, but he’s making you actively blow him, the bitch! But you are here anyway... so you lean forward, wrapping your lips around his tip. It tasted surprisingly good, and so you began sucking and licking him as he moaned the cutest girly noises, supporting himself standing in the couch by resting his weight on your shoulders and head.

After a few minutes he stops you, praising you for being such a good slut for him, but he doesn’t want to cum just yet... and asks you truth or dare. As aroused and submissive as that made you feel, you choose dare to his delite.