Jake, her boyfriend

“Come on Sarah, let me in!” the whiny voice calls through the door. “It’s cold out here!”

“What should I do, Mr. Doe?” Sarah asks you, looking back over her shoulder as your cock softens in her ass.”

“Get dressed,” you tell her, “and go let what-his-name in. Act like you normally would if I wasn’t here, and I’ll take care of the rest. Just play along.” She nods, wincing slightly as your cock pops out of her ass.

You calmly pull up your pants and turn off the music, as Sarah quickly pulls her pants up, pulls down her bra and shirt, grabs her shoe and tries to pull her hair back into place. You send her off to the front door, while you go hide yourself in a back room.

Another knock rattles the door, louder this time. Looking back over her shoulder to make sure you’re not in sight, Sarah pulls the door open, grabs the boy by the shirt and pulls him inside. Closing the door, she turns around angrily and slaps him across the face.

Stunned, his cheek reddening and tears forming in his eye, the boy stares back at Sarah in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jake, banging and screaming like that?” Sarah demands in a loud whisper. “Are you trying to wake the kids up? Or do you just want the neighbors to hear and report to Mr. Doe that I had some boy over while he was out?”

“I’m sorry,” Jake stammers. “It’s just that... you know, you said if I came over you’d....” He lowers his eyes to the floor, embarrassed.

“Goddam it Jake, just ‘cause you’re horny doesn’t mean that you can act stupid.” Sarah says. She approaches him, standing face to face. Her face softens. “Or is it that when all your blood rushes here,...” She reaches down and rubs her palm against the front of his pants. “You don’t have any left for your ‘other’ brain?”

Sarah smiles, and Jake visibly relaxes. :I’m really sorry, Sarah,” he says, “I wasn’t thinking. But do you think there’s any chance you could make good on that promise you made before?”

“What, that if you came over to keep me company, I’d let you come in my mouth? Yeah, I think I can still do that.”

Sarah takes Jake by the hand and leads him into the living room. As soon as you hear them enter the living room, you sneak out and hide yourself in the front hall, where you can see into the room.

“You want some champagne to drink?” you hear Sarah ask the boy.

“Sure. I mean, is it okay? You’re not going to get in trouble for opening it, are you?” He asks.

“Nah, I brought it from home,” she lies, “and I’ll take the bottle back when I’m done. No one will find out.”

She fills the two glasses to the top, and hands one to the boy. “Here’s to a glass full of bubbly,” Sarah toasts with a wink and a smile, “and a mouth full of cum!”

Jake laughs, and the they both down their full glasses. Sarah fills them to the top again, and leads Jake over to the couch. Placing her glass down on an end table, she reaches down and unbuttons and unzips Jake’s pants. Lowering his pants to his knees, she nudges him back until he sits down on the couch. She kneels down in front of him and pulls his pants down to his ankles.

Sarah takes Jake’s semi-hard cock in one hand and her champagne glass in the other. Taking a sip, she wraps her little fingers around his pulsating member. Jake moans appreciatively as she begins stroking his flesh, and he takes a sip from his own glass. Sarah returns her glass to the table, and brings her face close to his cock. She points his cock toward the ceiling and blows her hot breath across his skin. Then she plants a gently kiss, right where the underside of his cock meets his balls. Then another kiss slightly higher. And again and again, she works her way up his shaft, finally planting a kiss right on the head of Jake’s cock.

Parting her lips, Sarah lowers her head and engulfs the head of Jake’s cock in her hot little mouth. She dips her head further, sliding the meat deep into her mouth. Her thin lips stretch tightly around him, coating his cock with her saliva as she works her way up and down. Her fingers gently tickle his balls, applying pressure just below his sack, and her tongue dances around her oral invader.

Watching from the hallway, you can see that Jake is getting close to blowing his load. Deciding that the time is right, you begin to put your plan into action. Walking to the front door, you quickly open the door and then slam it shut. Striding toward the living room, you call out, “Sarah, I decided to come back a little early....”

You stop mid sentence as you reach the living room. Feigning shock, you stare at Sarah, on her knees between Jake’s legs, spit dribbling down her chin. Jake is frozen on the couch, his rapidly deflating cock still pointing toward the ceiling, a look of horror on his face.

“Ohmygod! Mr. Doe!” Sarah screams.

“What the fuck is going on here!” you scream back, in mock rage.

In a sudden moment of panic, Jake bursts up off the couch and bolts for the door, all the while trying to get his pants up above his knees. As he tries to hobble past you, you grab him by the back of his shirt, stopping him dead in his tracks. You drag him back to the couch and toss him down. As he tries to pull up his pants, you flash Sarah a quick wink, eliciting a smile from her. Sarah climbs onto the couch next to Jake, and you stare at both of them angrily.

“I can’t believe what’s going on here,” you begin. Looking at the boy, you ask, “What’s your name, young man?”

“Jake, sir.”

“Well Jake, do you think it’s appropriate for you to be sneaking into other people’s houses, while your girlfriend is trying to work, just so you can get your rocks off?”

Jake looks at the floor. “No sir,” he mumbles.

“And yet you were willing to risk your girlfriend’s job, just so you could blow your load. Next time, I suggest you consider using your hand and a box of tissues. Do you understand me?”

Jake nods his head, flush with embarrassment.

“And you, young lady,” you begin, turning your attention to Sarah, “I’m very disappointed in you Sarah. I trusted you to take care of my children, and this is how you repay me. By bringing your boyfriend over and sucking him off on my couch?”

“I’m sorry sir,” Sarah mumbles, trying not to crack a smile.

You continue. “Did you think it was ok? Did you think it was worth risking your job, just so you could trade oral favors with this boy? Next time you want some boy to eat you out, why don’t you do it on your own time?”

A glint of recognition flashes in Sarah’s eye, as she figures out where you’re going with this.

“That’s not true!” she blurts out.

“Excuse me?” you ask, “what do you mean, ‘That’s not true’? Are you trying to tell me that I didn’t see what I thought I saw? That I didn’t walk in and see you on your knees with this boy’s penis in your mouth?!?”

“No- that’s not what I mean! I just meant that Jake never...” She stops, in apparent embarrassment.

“Jake never what?” you ask.

Sarah blushes, some real embarrassment showing through the charade. “It wasn’t like that- I mean, he didn’t.... Oh, just forget it.”

“What are you saying, Sarah? That you were willing to suck Jake’s penis, but he wasn’t willing to lick your vagina? Is that it?”

From the corner of your eye you see Jake turn bright red. Sarah just nods her head.

“Ah, I see,” you say. Turning to Jake, “Would you like to explain yourself, young man?”

Jake stammers something about it being gross, that you can barely hear.

You get close to Jake, leaning into his face. “So what you’re saying is, you’re willing to risk Sarah’s job to blow your load, but you’re not even willing to give her any pleasure in return? That’s just about the most immature, selfish thing I’ve ever heard!” You pick up the champagne flute and hurl it across the room. The glass shatters against the wall. When you look back, Jake is cowering in fear.

“I’m so disgusted with you, I think I’m just gonna call the police and have you taken away!” you bluff. In reality, you doubt Jake has done anything that the police would be interested in- but in his fear, Jake either doesn’t realize that or isn’t about to take a chance.

As you pick up the phone, Jake shouts, “No! Don’t call- I’m sorry!”

You place the receiver down and turn to face Jake. “Are you really sorry, or are you just saying that to stay out of trouble?”

“No sir- I really am sorry,” Jake practically cries.

“Well then, what are you going to do to make this better?”

“Better? What do you mean?” Jake asks, tears in his eyes.

“You understand me. You’d better fix this right now.”

Jake gulps. “You mean by giving her oral?”

“Damn straight,” you reply. “I mean, if you don’t want me to call the police, you’d better rip off this young lady’s pants and panties, and start eating. And you’d better not stop until she cums.”

Jake stands up and nods his head. “Ok.” He looks around, not wanting to look Sarah in the eyes. “Where should we go?”

“You’re not going anywhere. You started this right here on this couch, and you’re going to finish it on this couch.”

“With you watching?” Jake asks, incredulously.

“How else will I know if you did a good job? You eat out Sarah right now, on this couch, or I call the police and have you taken away in handcuffs,” you threaten. What’s it going to be?”

You pick up the phone, nodding first to the phone, and then to Sarah, who is now reclining back against the arm of the couch. She has one leg up on the seat, and the other on the floor, and a sultry look on her face.

Jake looks Sarah in the eyes, takes a deep breath, and says, “Fine- I’ll do Sarah.”