Good Girl - No pulses

She is good! Very good!" Frank says with a nasty smile "Far better than how she was when you last came to me"

Not that you remember any of that but you nod trying to follow along. Your cock is rock hard now, the anticipation building up. A small part of you begs to stop this exploitation but you are in a new world and you are expected to accept such gifts from the host.

"And she absolutely loves it." Frank adds between chews

Jennifer pulls your pants down slowly. Being unable to see her, you imagine her face, her expression. Is she truly happy with the role? Is there any resistance to such social order?

Her warm, wet mouth engulfs your shaft, sending shivers down your spine. The way she swirls her tongue around the tip, teasing it before taking the entire length into her mouth is nothing short of artistry. You can hear the slurping sounds she makes as she moves back and forth, taking your cock deeper into her throat with every stroke.

"John, why are you not eating?" Frank asks playfully

"Uh...uh..." all you manage to moan.

"Easy man. Savor the moment. You're a lucky bastard today." Tyler slaps your thigh in camaraderie. "I am not sharing with just anyone, you know."

You try to return to food, but it tastes bland compared to what Jennifer is doing to you. Her hands start massaging your balls lightly, her lips caressing your shaft. Every move she makes feels deliberate, and practiced. Indeed, it feels like she is made for this.

The thought creeps into your mind - is this how things work here? Are all women born to serve men in such degrading ways? But no, you have seen free women around. What determines who is a **** and who is not? And most importantly...

Jennifer's skills overwhelm your thoughts soon enough. She speeds up her pace, taking more of you into her hot mouth, gagging slightly. Eating, talking, or thinking become impossible. All you can do is groan, pant, sweat and feel. Her expertise makes it impossible to last much longer.

"Heh, you always were a loud one," Frank chuckles "Hey slut, make him come already. I and Tyler require servicing, too."

"Don't order MY **** around," Tyler complains in a mock protest, but there is no real anger in his voice. "You sold her, remember?"

"Yes. Only because she fell in love with you."

You reach your climax with a muffled roar, pumping your seed deep into Jennifer's throat. She gulps it down eagerly, draining every drop from you. The sensation of her swallowing your cock whole, her tongue cleaning every inch of it leaves you breathless and exhausted...After consuming everything, Jennider wastes no time and moves to her brother next.

You sit back, spent yet strangely satisfied. This world does look better than your own. Why should you question the order of things when all your needs are fulfilled beyond your wildest dreams? It is way better than the life of a lonely middle-aged man. You smile to yourself, feeling grateful for this unexpected turn of events. All you need to do is to buy a ****... Or... the world has changed. Perhaps a **** awaits you at home!?

Determined to get back home soon, you start consuming the meal. You are tempted to leave immediately but it would be impolite to not finish your dinner. So for the next twenty minutes or so you finish the delicious dish, chat with guys, receive the second blowjob (4th for Jeniffer) and only then say "Thank you for your hospitality but I have to go."