Is it my turn to fictionalize my world, or even imagine your emotions; tell myself anything.

Anwyn gave me shit the whole way home.

Like teasing shit. Not angry or jealous.

“You gonna fuck all our clients?”

“I didn’t see? Did she have six nipples?”

“I mean, she was actually thumping the floor with her leg while you were plowing her…”

I gave monosyllabic grunts of response, not really sure where I stood. I was still embarrassed as all hell, even though everyone acted like the whole thing was no big deal. Cheri even pinched my ass on the way out the door, whispering that she wanted a turn next time.

“If I knew that was what it took to get you worked up, I’d be barking at you constantly.”

“Ok! Enough!” We were pulling up at the office and I was damn well ready for about 1000 calories of breakfast, a hot shower, and at least three hours of sleep. What I did not need was more needling about my tryst with Red. “I fucked up. I screwed a client. I’m sorry you’ll have my resignation letter in a couple hours.”

“What? Dude, fucking the clients is at least a quarter of the service. Sometimes it’ll be me doing it too.” She was practically restraining a laugh while she spoke. “Besides… I was only halfway kidding on that last part.”

I actually did a double take. “Wait, what?”

“Woof woof,” she said as she reached for my crotch.

The next thing I knew, dexterous fingers were undoing my belt and beautiful grey eyes were gazing up at me as if asking for permission.

It had only been three hours since I’d drained my balls all over Red’s pouty lips, but hot shit, my Manic Pixie Nightmare Girl had me hard as a rock in seconds, licking along my shaft with her tiny pink tongue, the twin studs flashing in the pale green light from the dashboard. “You know, it was really hot the way you just went alpha on that bitch.”

All I could do was groan in response as I made a mental note to ask her later if she used her magic when she gave head. “Seriously, it took everything I had not to join in. Will you do me like that?”

Without waiting for a response she took all eight inches in a single fluid motion; her mouth a warm wet Bermuda Triangle around my ever hardening member. She held for a moment before coming up for air. “I’ve proven I can take it. Show me how _you_want it.”

Maybe it was leftover Alpha energy from gorilla fucking (wolf fucking?) Red earlier. Maybe it was a heretofore untapped vein of kink that had always been there. Maybe some combination of both, but what I wanted more than anything was to see her eyes tear up while I face fucked her. Sadly road head, even parked, sort of eliminates the possibility of that.

I settled for all of it but seeing her eyes, grabbing a handful of her hair and basically using her face as a human fleshlight.

I alternated between violently jerking her head up and down and just forcing my cock into her warm, wet, and above all tight throat and holding her there until I felt her start to twitch from lack of air. Then starting all over again.

It wasn’t until after I’d unloaded directly into her esophagus that I realized that she wasn’t moving. I panicked, pulling her up off of me and rolling her around until I could see her face, smeared with tears wrecking her makeup, raccoon eyes and lipstick destroyed by gag spit. Just as I was about to call an ambulance her eyes fluttered open and her lips parted in a bright smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! That was-“

“That was fucking hot! Thank you… Daddy”

(Title: “I’d Die Without You” by PM Dawn)