He's looking at pictures of Jesse

Catching your breath, you look up to find David staring at his phone with glassy eyes. You grab his hand and twist it to show you -- he's scrolling through bikini pictures of Jesse on her Facebook.

"What the fuck?" You shove the phone back at him.

"I don't have to answer to you. Get back to sucking my cock or I'm not taking any money out of our debt."

You do as your told, wrapping your mouth around David's head. You give yourself a break from deep throating and suck on the first three inches while tonguing at his urethra and banjo spring. You place a hand at his base and start to jack him off in the hopes that you can speed up this process.

"If you must know, despite what you might think, given the circumstances, I'm not attracted to you or men in general. So really, I'm doing this for you. If I imagine it's sweet little Jesse sucking me off, I'll finish much faster, and if I can look at her fat tits pressed up in a bikini, well, all the quicker."

David stops and flexes himself in your mouth. He replaces your hand with his own at the base, and with his other hand, grasps a tuft of your hair.

"Open."

You strain to open your jaw wider. David takes his cock and slaps it against your tongue with ****. He forces it into your cheek so your skin protrudes like you've seen in so many porn movies. Only now you're the slut. He lifts your head up and slaps your cheeks with his wet length, getting your spit all over your face.

"It's the power trip that gets me off, John. Knowing I've made my roommate my little bitch. Now finish me off."

David, with a firm grip on your hair, fucks your widened mouth, his head bruising a tonsil. You curve your tongue to match his curvature and suction your lips. Regaining control, you return to bobbing your head against his crotch.

"You're such a good cocksucker, Jesse." He was lost in fantasies of your girlfriend sucking his cock instead. Or maybe he was imagining you were Jesse. You felt his testicles tighten as you lapped at them once more. He was getting close. "Make sure you swallow all of me. Like you never do for John."

You attempted to lift your head, but David was smart and placed his forceful palm back on your head just as he said it. You strained to say, 'You never said I have to swallow' but it came out as garbled gibberish with your mouth full of cock.

"I'm sorry you'll have to speak up," David laughed, "And oh yes, you're swallowing my cum if you want any of that money."

David **** you to deep throat him, bucking again into your face. It was more violent this time though. His pace was more urgent, and his grunts more labored. He threw his phone across the car and took both of his hands to the side of your face, putting all of his strength into fucking your throat.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your throat lost feeling, you gave into the violating sensation of his shaft bruising your throat and esophagus. Could you do it? Could you really allow the cum of this horrible man to be dumped down into your stomach?

"No matter what you do in life, John. You'll always be the fucking wimp who swallowed my cum. Take it bitch."