Felicia finishes and Chet marks her face.

“Spread your legs nice and wide,” he growled, “and get back to it.” Felicia chewed her lip, staring at his cock as she planted her heels in the sand, giving Chet (and his phone) a very good view as she sunk her fingers back into herself, sliding them slowly in and out to match the pace at which Chet was stroking himself.

“Do you know why we seal deals like this with a show, soda?” Felicia shook her head, her eyes still glued to Chet’s straining erection. “Leverage.” Her eyes flicked up to his, a slight gasp escaping her lips. “How much longer are you and your sisters here?”

“F-five more days,” she panted, followed by another moan as she brushed her fingers up over her clit before plunging them back into her wet folds.

“You now have four days to make sure DKM claims all three of your sisters,” he grunted, leering at her. “If you don’t, on the fourth night, I’ll send them this video, with an explanation about how you had made a deal with me to betray them to us. I’m sure you telling me your little fantasy about my brothers chain-fucking your sister will ensure that they believe my explanation.”

A fresh blast of embarrassment surged from Felicia’s cheeks all the way down to clit, making her gasp and moan as her hips bucked urgently against her hand.

“We’ve had girls try betraying their friends to us before. Some have succeeded; others… haven’t. And their friends tend not to take it well when they learn the truth. We found the last girl who failed to deliver hogtied, naked, on our doorstep, with all sorts of explicit suggestions for how we might use her scribbled onto her skin, the morning after we told her friends what she’d been up to. We had an awful lot of fun with her, before we let her walk back to her friends, wearing nothing but a gallon of DKM cum.”

Felicia began to whimper, grinding furiously against her hand at the thought of the degradation she was risking. She saw herself in a dank frathouse basement, her legs tied to the legs of the table she was bent over, a large cock stretching her pussy as it pounded in and out of her while another fratboy tangled her hair in his hand, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, making her fight the instinct to gag as he began to rock his hips faster and faster until he was fucking her face. She saw herself kneeling on the floor in the middle of a circle of six naked frat boys, her hands cuffed together and a ring gag keeping her mouth wide open, their dicks all straining towards her face as they took turns passing her around and making her please them with her mouth. She saw herself on a bed with her hands tied tightly behind her back, rocking her hips as she rode one dick while she worked her lips and tongue over another, all the while keeping eye contact with Chet, who was naked and watching in the corner of the room, slowly stroking his cock. And then he stepped out of view... And a few moments later, she felt a little sudden pressure on her ass, her cheeks being spread apart…

Screaming into the rapidly-darkening sky, Felicia’s orgasm overtook her her, urgently rocking her hips against her hand as she pushed herself to higher and higher reaches of pleasure. As the waves subsided, she rested back on her elbow, her eyes gradually refocusing on… Chet’s cock. Which was now mere inches from her face.

She looked up, finding his face partially obscured as he continued to watch her through his cell phone. “I’m going to mark you again now, soda. As mine. But this time I’m going to mark you in a way everybody can see.”

Without further ado, he grabbed a handful of her hair, making her cry out softly. Which gave him just the opening he needed to slip the leathery head of her cock past her soft lips and into her mouth.

Felicia submissively closed her lips around him, leaning in to take him deeper before sliding back, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft before swirling it over the head of his cock, feeling it twitch in response as a stifled groan escaped Chet’s throat. It had an odd tangy flavor, and with a rush of embarrassment she realized she was probably tasting herself on him; she answered with a moan of her own as she leaned forward again, setting a steady rhythm as she began to bob back up and down.

From his strangled grunts, she could tell that Chet was not going to take long. ‘He must have enjoyed my show,’ she thought, her face flushing with… Satisfaction? Humiliation? Arousal? She wrapped her thumb and her pointer finger around the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking him in rhythm with the bobbing of her head, urging him closer and closer to the end she knew was coming, where he would cover her face with his white, sticky cum.

And she was going to let him, like a good, obedient little slut.

Chet let out a little groan, and roughly pushed her head away, his saliva-slickened cock springing free. She watched him wrap his hand around it and begin stroking vigorously. “Look at me,” he growled. She raised her eyes, looking right into the camera that she knew was recording her, breathing hard through her parted lips as she waited.

Chet began to groan, and she felt the first blast of his cum splatter against her left cheek. She continued to look up, shocked at what was happening--what she was allowing to happen--as Chet shifted, and she felt another sticky glob of cum strike her lips, some of it splashing through her open lips, thick, salty, and bitter on her tongue as she reflexively squeezed her lips shut and swallowed.

A third strand struck her on the chin, somewhat less forcefully, dribbling down from there onto her chest (and, she vaguely realized, the bikini top she was still wearing). As she continued looking up obediently into Chet’s phone, his moans gave way to panting, she heard his strokes slow down, and she heard his phone beep as he turned the camera off. As he pulled it away, she finally got a clear look at his face, his lustful eyes burning into her as the sun finally slipped over the horizon and out of view.