The Proposal and the Counterproposal

On the way home, with the image of Marco coming on the floor of his own room burned into her mind, Lucy felt an impulse. Instead of continuing straight, she turned and headed for her neighbor's door. She knocked firmly. The old man opened it and was surprised to see her. His eyes immediately fixed on her nipples, which were outlined with a defiant hardness under the yellow dress. Without a single word, Lucy held out her hand and gave him the panties she had just taken off in Marco's room. Then, she turned and walked away. The old man looked at the garment in his hand, noticed how incredibly wet it was, and an erection instantly formed under his loose pants.

A couple of days passed. The dynamic between Lucy and Marco had settled into a new and dangerous routine. Every day, she would pressure him. "Javier wants me to go to his house," she would say. "He wants me to give him oral sex again." Then she would challenge him: "If you don't have anything more perverted than that for me, then I'll go to your house, I'll get completely naked, and you can masturbate while you watch me."

And so it was. Since Marco proposed nothing new, she would comply. She would go to his house, take off all her clothes, and lie on his bed, offering him the spectacle of her virgin body while he masturbated, filled with an exciting frustration.

Almost a week went by like this. One day, Lucy decided to increase the pressure. "I really feel like being touched," she confessed, her voice a whisper filled with longing. "But I don't dare do it myself."

Marco felt like he was going crazy. He wanted to taste her pussy no matter what, but he couldn't think of anything perverted enough for her to let him, to "earn" that prize. He was afraid of proposing something that would put her in danger, that would make her lose herself completely in arousal with another man.

Then, he thought of something. A test.

"Lucy," he asked during one of their sessions, as he watched her naked. "Have you gotten good at sucking Javier's penis yet?"

She smiled, an expert smile that didn't fit her innocent face. "You're supposed to say cock," she corrected him, her voice filled with a new and strange confidence. "It's sexier to say it that way. And yes," she continued, savoring her own audacity. "Yes, I've gotten good. Javier comes two or three times intimately. I can take it all in my mouth now."

The confession, so raw and direct, was like a punch to Marco's stomach. "Well," he said, his own voice sounding foreign. "We won't know how good you are until I put you to the test."

He took a breath, preparing to unleash the idea that had been brewing in his mind. "I have a proposal for you. You're going to give oral sex to Javier... and the guys."

Lucy looked at him, confused. "The guys?"

"Yes. To Javier, to Carlos. To my friends. In exchange," he said, and here his voice broke a little, "in exchange for you letting me taste your virgin pussy. What do you say?"

Lucy was silent for a moment, processing the enormity of the proposal. Her mind was a whirlwind. And in the midst of that whirlwind, she felt a wave of pure, hard arousal. She had felt that Marco was losing interest, that the routine with Javier was becoming boring. At first it was a whirlwind, but now it was simple. Javier, she realized, was probably as virgin and inexperienced as Marco and her. But this... this changed the situation completely.

"Alright," she said finally. "But on one condition."

She got off the bed, her naked body moving with a feline grace in front of him. "You have two options, Marco."

She pointed a finger at him. "Option one: if you decide to be present while I do it, if you decide to watch me suck all of your friends' cocks... when they're done, I will give you oral sex."

She paused, letting the image settle in his mind. "Option two: if you decide not to be present, if you prefer to just imagine it... then, when I come back, I will allow you to perform oral sex on me."

She looked at him with a defiant intensity. "I want to see how aroused you'll get just imagining what happened."

She moved closer to him, who was still sitting on the bed, his penis coming back to life. She leaned in until her face was inches from his.

"But if you decide to be present," she whispered, her hot breath grazing his lips, "if you decide to watch, you'll get to feel what Javier feels every day. And I'll get to feel what you feel." She made one final, devastating pause. "But only after I've tasted all of your friends' cocks."

The counterproposal left him speechless. It was an impossible choice, a labyrinth of pleasure and humiliation. To see everything to receive her mouth, or to see nothing to be able to taste her pussy? Each option was both a paradise and a hell.

Lucy pulled back, smiling as she saw the confusion and desire warring on his face. The game had reached a new level. And now, for the first time, the most important rules were being set by her.