Post-nut aftermath.

He didn't just cum. Oh no.

Tyler forcefully used her mouth in those last few moments, going from tip to base, tip to base, tip to base, and then finally tip to BASE as he immediately fire a wad of sticky, thick cum down her throat the moment she heard him groan out her name.

She felt it slide down her throat and into her gullet, his throbbing cock secreting ounce after ounce of his love batter, his hands on her hair, her hand busy with her pussy...all of it. The primality of it all. The pure and sheer animalistic need to cum and to cum hard took over Tyler as he filled her stomach.

One throb. Another load inside of her as she heard him growl, his entire body flexed as dopamine flooded into his brain.

Another throb. Another load. This time she felt his forearm against her head, strong and tense, holding her where she needed to be.

Another throb. Another load spilled into her awaiting stomach.

Another throb. He just wouldn't quit.

He pulled off of her and immediately fired his few remaining random spurs all over her shirt.

As he finished, she immediately cleaned him without hesitation.

His breath was ragged. His cock was sated for the moment. He gave Zoey a reassuring pat on the head.

"You're a very, very good girl."

"Thank you, sir." She smiled. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and pulled her pants back up. "I didn't finish myself off, sir. Can you help me with that later?"

"Of course." He leaned down to help her back to her feet. "Where is the light switch?"

She instinctively flicked it on from where she was, illuminating a short hallway that led into another dark room. It looked like a living room. "Here we are."

Tyler took a good, long look at Zoey. He smiled and said, "Aww."

"What?" She asked.

"You look so cute with cum splatters in your clothing." He took note of how disheveled Zoey's hair was, the cum on her shirt, and how...sticky her pants looked. She really just got done undressing from work, heard him from outside, and then threw him in here. He pushed her hair back in an attempt to fix it.

"Stop." She said, flushing a little. "I don't think cum splatters are a good accent to my clothing."

"It's true! You look like you did a very, very good job." He gave her head another reassuring pat.

"It sure tasted like I did a very, very good job."

"Did I beat your best friend?"

She grinned. "Not even close. But you definitely came enough to feed one very horny girl." She turned and beckoned him through the doorway again.

"Am I ever going to beat him?"

"Oh probably not." She said with a wink as she put her hands on his chest. "Primarily because my main goal when I suck now isn't to throw up, but to keep it all down for the cute little nerd who blows his load down another girl's throat." She leaned up to give him a quick kiss. "Now c'mon, follow me. I'll show you to the kitchen."

He raised an eyebrow. "What was the point of us going in here to do this?"

"Oh, um...no reason."

"Zoey, c'mon. I've seen your butt. You can't hold secrets from someone who sees your butt."

"I can keep plenty secret. I am a great secret keeper."

"Like?"

"Like the one time my friend Stephanie got so drunk she peed all over herself and then made out with some dude who told her she was so wet."

He paused for a moment.

"Oh, dammit."

Grinning, he wrapped a hand around her back. "You don't do that, do you?"

She smiled. "No no no. I just get turned on easily."

"So now that I know that...c'mon, tell me why we're here."

She looked embarrassed. "It's dumb."

"Well, so are you, but I still like you, don't I?"

"...I didn't want you to see the dumb faces I make when I suck cock."

He laughed a little. "You make weird faces?"

She nodded. "Just don't talk about it, okay?"

"Are they like orgasm faces?" He asked.

"Oh my gosh, what does 'don't talk about it' mean?" She got legitimately flustered.

"It means I better get to see those faces one of these days. Preferably later tonight when you suck my cock on your bed."

She grinned. "Who says I'm bringing you to my room?"

"The fact that if we don't, I'm going to carry you there myself and take what's rightfully mine, slut."

"Getting possessive now, are we?" She teased. She stuck a tongue out, but he quickly caught it with his fingers.

"I was possessive the moment I realized what you meant when you said you got turned on by seeing my girlfriend..." He pulled her in close and stuck a hand down her pajama pants, groping her ass. "I understand. I felt that feeling when I came...I want more of that feeling."

She licked her lips. "I'm not a very good person. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I'm the one who now owns his own personal fleshlight."

"You have to fuck a fleshlight to own it." She said confidently. She felt butterflies in her stomach.

"Then I at least own that mouth of yours." He let go of her tongue and kissed her roughly. "And I like my property with all of their goofy ass faces when they suck cock, so I better see it tonight."

She couldn't help but laugh. "This feels...we're...this is so wrong."

He grinned devilishly. "It was wrong the moment you put your feet to work a week ago." He let his hand trail past her little pucker and into her pussy, causing her to stand on her tippy toes and fall into him. "Let's stop lying to ourselves, Zoey. We're terrible people. I made some dumb excuse to my girlfriend so she would leave so I could come here and get sucked off by my co-worker. You let another man violate your privates."

She hesitated. "I like this. I like this feeling, Tyler. I don't like that I like it, but when I get this feeling, I'm not the one in control anymore. I feel like I'm giving into a darker side, or something." She laughed a little.

"If that darker side lets me fill up all of your holes, then keep it that way."

"So it's going to happen? We're...I mean, we're going to...you know."

"We were on that trail long before I came over here, Zoe. I just want to make it more special than coming over to your house and blowing your back out." He slid the finger out, and then back in, causing her to squeal a little.

"That's...oddly sweet." She fixed her face quickly as she gave him another kiss. "So."

"So?"

"We're really, uh, not hiding this anymore? No more... 'rules'? We're really going to be...ch-"

"Ah tut tut," He said, covering her mouth with a finger. "We're not. We haven't broken our rule yet. We're just...I'm just...coming over to your house to play a game." He pulled the finger out from inside of her and stuck it in her mouth. "The game just so happens to be, 'How many times can I cum on someone else's girlfriend?'"

"Sounds interesting. How do we play?"

"Let's discuss ground rules over some sandwiches."

"Yes please."