In less then a minute

"A-are you sur, I mean, you know I don't, I can get it now," stammered Betsie. She was rapidly losing control of the situation. She couldn't even look at Tom but Betsie knew that stupid grin was returning to his face.

"Actually that would be best," said Betsie's mum, thinking that her daughter just wanted an excuse to get away from Tom. What she couldn't know was the damage had already been done.

"No problem, I'll do it now. Love you."

"Love you too." Betsie's mum just managed to get her farewell said before Betsie killed the call.

Betsie looked up at Tom. "Sorry but you," Betsie started to say however she was interrupted.

"She said you had to finish your business with me first! I heard her! She said so!" Tom had somehow become more excited.

"I know but."

"No buts you promised." Tom was acting like a kid who had been told they couldn't play with their new toy.

"You heard my."

"Your mum said 'No hurry, you can finish your business with Tom. I heard her! I heard her!'

Tom was getting more and more excited. Betsie looked around to make sure nobody was watching. Betsie was getting exasperated. She opened her mouth but before any words could come out Tom said. "Do as you're told and take care of your business with me."

Betsie's mouth hung open before she snapped it shut. Through gritted teeth she said, "Fine. One hour." She grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to her house. Tom struggled to get his footing as he stumbled after her but Betsie's grip was vicelike and her pace unrelenting. She marched him to her house, up the stairs and to her bedroom where she unceremoniously threw him on the bed. Betsie unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his thighs. It might have looked like two passionate lovers going at each other but in reality Betsie was angry and wanted this done as quickly as possible whereas Tom wore a confused expression on his face like he still wasn't sure what was happening. When Betsie pulled down his boxers, Tom responded with the less than romantic, "Huh."

Betsie ignored Tom she figured that a hand job would be enough to take care of business. The second Betsie's hand made contact with Tom's dick, it started twitching. Betsie closed her hand around his dick and could feel it swell. It didn't take long for it to reach its full length of 5". Tom just moaned as Betsie began to wank him off. She was not begin gentle but Tom didn't care, he was in Heaven. Betsie began tickling his balls. It had the desired effect. Less than a minute after having his jeans pulled down, Tom shot his load all over his shirt. The white cum contrasting the black shirt. Betsie had immediately pulled her hand away when Tom started to fire as she didn't want any of his seed to come into contact with her skin. Betsie just watched as cum erupted from Tom's cock with each twitch. Betsie didn't think she had ever seen something as disgusting.

Tom lay back on Betsie's bed breathing hard. There was a massive grin on his face. Tom had never experienced a high like this as was determined to make it last as long as possible. He lay panting longer than it took for Betsie to get him off. "Thank you, you were wonderful," Tom finally said, breaking the silence. Betsie said nothing as she continued to glare at the scene in front of her. Tom raised his head to look at Betsie. Instantly Betsie looked away, embarrassed by her involvement in the whole affair. "What's next?"

Betsie returned her gaze to Tom's face when the childish grin had reappeared. "You fuck off and we never speak of this again." Betsie's tone did not match her words. They lacked the usual **** and venom.

"But you said you'd fuck me," complained Tom.

Betsie turned away. "Yeah well, I made you cum so be happy with that."

"But that was just the first bit of business!"

"WHAT?!" shouted Betsie, not quiet believing what she just heard.

"Yeah!" said Tom with a Cheshire Cat grin plastered on his face. "We have a full hour of business to take care of!"

There was a look of absolute horror on Betsie's face. Her mouth moved up and down as she tried to say words that wouldn't come out. If she had managed to make a sound, the three words that Tom would have heard would have been:

Fuck. My. Life.