More Deals (Route B)

Lucy was tired. The adrenaline and sheer arousal had kept her going, but the physical effort was beginning to take its toll. Alex, the boy with the girlfriend, was a wall. His long penis felt good in her mouth, but his stamina was an exhausting challenge. Javier could see it. He saw how Lucy's head movements were becoming slower, how a line of fatigue was drawn on her forehead. He hadn't anticipated that not all of them would be easy virgins to dispatch; the situation was becoming a problem.

Lucy, however, was tenacious. Driven by a strange mix of pride and desire, she redoubled her efforts. She focused, using everything she had learned in the last week with Javier. After what felt like an eternity, she felt the change. Alex's body tensed, a deep moan escaped his throat, and he finally surrendered, releasing a copious load into her mouth.

She felt immense relief. Her jaw was very sore, a throbbing pain that contrasted with the fog of pleasure in which she was floating. Javier, seeing her, knew he had to intervene.

"David, give her a moment," he said, his voice interrupting the post-orgasm silence. He turned to Lucy. "Go get some water from the kitchen. Take a break."

Lucy, caught between lust and exhaustion, nodded. She accepted. She certainly wanted to continue with the next one, with David, the main event, but her jaw hurt too much to continue immediately. As Lucy left the room, her legs trembling, Alex, already dressed, walked past her and out of the house, fulfilling his part of the deal.

Now, in the room, only Javier and David remained.

"Look, dude," Javier began, trying to take control. "That's been enough for today. Lucy is tired. Leave. I'll call you another day."

David, who had been watching everything with a predatory calm, laughed. A soft laugh full of superiority. "No, I don't think so," he said. He leaned back on the bed, completely comfortable. "I want what you promised me. And more. I want a day. A whole day for myself alone with Lucy. Without you. Without Marco. Just her and me."

Javier froze. "What? No. I can't promise you that. I don't own Lucy."

"Exactly," David replied, his voice becoming sharp. "You don't. And let's be honest, Javier. Both you and she are naive. Virgins playing at being perverts." He leaned forward, his eyes locked on Javier's. "Lucy is incredibly naive. If I set my mind to it, if I tell her the right things when she comes back, do you think I couldn't convince her to do whatever I want? I could end up getting much more than you even dare to ask for."

The threat, so direct and plausible, made Javier nervous. David laughed again, knowing he had him cornered, that he was manipulating him perfectly.

"I'm not asking you to own her," David continued, his tone now becoming conciliatory, as if offering him a way out. "I'm offering you a deal. If you want a real chance to be in Lucy's pussy, if you really want to be the first, you just have to share her. A little. Just for today. Help me, and we'll both benefit. I'll get what I want, and you... well, you'll get much closer to your goal."

Javier hated him. He hated David's twisted logic, hated how **** it made him feel, but most of all, he hated that he was right. If he didn't cooperate, David could ruin everything or, worse, take it all for himself. After a long, tense silence, Javier reluctantly nodded.

"Excellent," David said, his smile becoming triumphant. "Then, when Lucy comes back, you'll ask her to continue with my blowjob. I'll take care of the rest. But I need you to help me convince her if she resists."