Tries to negotiate.

“My phone’s in my purse,” she offered.

“Good. Go get it,” I continued to undress. She started to rise, “Crawl. And shake that ass as you go.”

She whimpered, but did as I said. I followed along, making her stop and pull off a piece of her clothing ever few feet, until she only had her panties left. Her hips swayed, teasing me with that soaked and sticky piece of fabric the only thing between me and heaven, but I ignored that, instead grabbing a glass of water, giving her my back and theoretically a chance to escape.

Instead I heard her digging in her purse. It took her a moment, and I watched her reflection in the window, but besides her phone, the only thing she pulled out was a hanky, which she used to clean the cum off her face. Slowly, sensually, like she knew I was watching. When she finished, she stared at it and slowly lifted it to her lips, tasting it, despite herself.

After a moment, and several more shameful licks, she put the hanky (carefully folded for later) back in her purse and crawled over to me. Her phone was in her mouth, like a good bitch, not carried like some sort of woman.

I turned around, taking her unlocked phone and gave her a glare, “What happened to my gift?”

“Gift?” she was honestly confused, kneeling there, phone in hand.

“I covered your face in my seed, marked you as one of my women. What happened to my gift?”

”I cleaned myself off with my hanky…”

“Is that all you did? Tell me the truth.”

She glared up at me. “No. I tasted it, to make sure I wouldn’t gag when you make me swallow your semen.”

“Is that really why? Be honest, Kianna.”

I casually hit the record button as she spoke, “No, you…you…you, I wanted to taste it. I want to taste it! Let me suck you penis, you walking penis!” as insults went, or begging for that matter, it wasn’t that impressive, but for her…I’d take it.

I stopped the recording.

“Good enough.”

I passed her back her phone and a smile of triumph passed over her face as she reached for my cock. Mouth open, ready to be used.

“As soon as you text that video to me.” She shuddered, my scent in her nose, my cock literally touching the tip of her tongue. She flicked it against the underside of my head.

“Come on, Eli, don’t you want me to--”

“Text me the video? Yes. Such a smart bitch.”

She whimpered, legs rubbing together at my ‘alpha’ behavior.

“Do it.”

She did. I heard the phone buzz in the other room.

“Good. Now, let’s see what you can do.”

She got to work. Better than before, but still not as good as Diamond…which usually I wouldn’t say, but…

“Not bad. Maybe I’ll have one of my other bitches give you some lessons though. Really help you,” I grinned and thrust suddenly, provoking a ****, gagging, gasping clench around my cock, “stretch yourself.”

She pulled back, stroking me instinctively, “You have other women?”

“Of course, you didn’t really think you’d be enough on your own, did you? Asa was, but she is a truly depraved woman, whereas you can barely manage a blowjob.”

That was a gross exaggeration, of course, but it prompted her to try to prove me wrong. I sneered externally, even as I enjoyed those efforts, “Even the basics, your hands should either be on my body, or your clit, preparing yourself to accept my cock into your cunt.”

I swear, I felt her say the word ‘language’ again my dick. Which was genuinely sort of endearing. But one hand did rise to fondle my balls as the other fell between her legs. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Well, that wasn’t true. I could, but I saw no reason to.

“You may not be great, but finally getting to use that body for what it was made for, in your own house, fuck, the very room you used to insult me…that’s so fucking hot!”

She whimpered, bobbing on my cock, rhythm breaking somewhat as her fingers worked her cunt. She still couldn’t cum, which was genuinely weird given how responsive she was to my touch. That wasn’t anything I’d done. Maybe it was some sort of weird mental block…might also explain how she’d gone so long without cumming, given how sexual she clearly was.

“You want to hear a secret?”

My only answer was a continued bobbing on my dick and whimpers.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Your daughter used to have to offer up her ass to get me to come to those fucking dinners with you.”

She froze.

“Yeah, every time we came over here, she had my cum inside her, held in by some skimpy pair of panties. Every sarcastic comment you made, every snide insinuation, every bullshit psalm, all it meant was that I’d be that much rougher with her ass the next time.” I paused, thrusting into her mouth and as she restarted, so did I, “And she loved it.”

Kianna shuddered under me…she was fucking cumming. But her hands weren’t on her clit, they were both on me. “Did you just--”

She used those hands to pull me deeper into her throat, cutting me off as she savagely began to face-fuck herself on me. Shudders ripped through her body, jiggling the breasts which pressed against my thighs, but her own pleasure was secondary to trying to shut me up and milk me dry.

And she did.

Well, Big Shot meant that she didn’t milk me dry, but she managed to swallow more than I expected.

She pulled back, swallowing the rest that filled her mouth, though quite a bit had escaped the sides of her mouth, dribbling down her chin, to her massive chest.

Finally, she pulled back, and grinned up at me, “Ha! Told you. Now, you can take your penis and your semen and get out of--why are you smiling?”