Money Talks

"I don't give you consent. And I am not going to be your date."

"But you need the money."

".....................Yeah. I do."

"Good, so I'll be a greater man than I already am. Blow me and take 5000 dollars. Every time you'll need money, you can just text me and let me absolutely joder you."

"That's not how you even say that- Who cares?! I'll not whore myself out for you. You don't even know how to hush people-"

Kyle for all intents and purposes is a despicable guy, and I should've not worried about his actions, but a quick fear was instilled in me as I saw him just unzip his pants and sigh with relief, pulling out the pale whale monstruosity that already creamed me before. For all intents and purposes, I discovered that Kyle wasn't a grower, but a shower - so his 8 inches were already there.

The automatic response to seeing someone flash you is either surprise or squealing, but due to the pill and the increasing pavlovian effect of arousal - I blushed and looked away, unable to hide the stiffening of my nipples - tank tops suck man, and yes, I was wearing a bra - and the shift of my thighs. He clearly saw that and moved closer, not getting any hard, but I could swear his shaft throbbed at seeing me try to keep it still.

"Well, you'd not like to get caught with a lot of money and my dick out right? And I don't mind having to pay a school fine for getting caught "getting head" in the school's library. But I am only paying my fine."

"Y-you asshole! You planned this! You want to frame me as a slut so you get out of this unscathed!"

"Bingo, my brazilian bimbo. Now, if you don't want to get caught, suck me good and make it sloppy. I need to test those slutty lips."

I could've called for help if I known Amber and Francine were eavesdroping nearby? Yeah, I could. They probably heard the whole thing and went out to call someone - the quiet shuffling of chairs was caught by my ears, but I never even connected the dots that we've might be heard.

I squatted down, with my cool Vans shoes - I really like them - and wrapped both hands to get his shaft to it's harder state, maintaining some distance from his dick. I wasn't ready to blow it yet for the first time, and unfortunately for me, Kyle was not a fan of shaving, his crotch wasn't looking like a jungle, but the blonde pubes were definitely too big for my taste.

He sighed in relief and steadied himself as all of the wallets full of cash were around me, on the shelves and occupying space along the books, painting the situation as if I was really whoring me, which was what he wanted after all.

I coaxed his throbbing shaft into the full size in no longer than a minute, my hands gliding somewhat desperatedly over the member, with precum coating my fingers in that consistency that was difficult to delete from my memories. Every time his slit opened and gushed out the clear fluid, it was like my already bred womb was somehow ovulating again, the need of breeding really made the breeder pill a hazard to me.

His hands snuck into my brunette hair, his smug grin indicating the best "I got you under control" impression he could get and basically shoved my face in his crotch. Because I was not dumb and not wanting to get caught with Kyle is generally a good motivator for anyone, I slowly wrapped around my plush lips against his length's tip - easily encasing the pinkish head.

What followed is not exactly etched into my mind, but I do remember how different Phil and Drey felt and tasted compared to Kyle. Phil tasted like hygiene and definitely wasn't on my mind while I sucked him a few weeks back; Drey was much in line with Phil's despite the fact that his dick had a tangier and muskier taste somehow? But Kyle? He was somehow not only the strongest taste, which made it impossible to ignore, almost like his dick was tasting like a concentrated testosterone bomb and that was triggering all sorts of sparks in my brain, leading to my neglected entrance clenching around nothing. It was a freaking trigger for sexual frustration.

My mouth also fitted him with some effort, no more than Phil's and definitely easier than Drey - the constant comparisons between the three certaintly are me giving you an idea of how close the three were in quesion of dick department. If you'd ask them, they'd all deny that.

My movements them were not slow, I wanted this to end fast, and by fast meant bobbing. And so I bobbed my head like a **** slut, and when the Johnny Bravo-esque dude winced, I knew I was on the right path. I had a gag reflex like most people in the world, so I couldn't throat his almost ruler sized dick, but my mouth covered a good chunk of his meat pole - while my hands were working both on the rest of his inches and on his mammoth balls.

"Shit, man. Sorry, woman. This joke never gets old. Anyway, mi putita, how does it feel slobbering on grade A meat? Oh yeah, you can't talk. You're kind of busy."

His words sent a thrill of shameful arousal my back, my mind working against me as I was and still am to some degree, a guy with a woman's body - which means that I am still distanced from Marina as a whole. And that leads to my horniness as a guy not being well translated to a woman's body, the sexual aspect of having someone serving you gets lost and I become the one who services. It's hella hot if you think about it, might not be your cup of tea, but I unfortunately discovered that it's mine.

He was patient, one hand on my hair guiding me deeper each time, aiming to get his coveted deepthroat blowjob, while saliva just drools out of my mouth and makes a mess of everything. My palm gliding on whatever I couldn't slobber on was coated with precum and drool, making it all sloppy, the sounds of sucking and tongue were heard in the quiet part of the library. Feeling in his mammoth sized balls and alternating hands was surely tiring me faster than I expected, but just feeling those hairy balls the size of plums churning out his eventual load, triggering some silent moans from me.

"Oh~! So you do like being a bitch. Damn, if all latina sluts on this school were all like you, I'd die a happy man. Could you believe some of them actually find it insulting when I say those putas are loose?"

I couldn't answer back, but I am sure he has a lack of functioning neurons on his brain, so I just focus on my task, lowering my hands to reduce tiredness, which to him sounded like an invitation to destroy my face with face fucking. Good thing I forgot to put on makeup that day.