Dessert

During dinner, I don't dare look at Thomas. I'm afraid he can read what's going on inside me in my eyes.

At least Dirk doesn't seem to have been talking. Neither of them makes any reference to what happened this morning. Does that make Dirk a gentleman? They say he enjoys himself and keeps quiet.

No! Dirk is an arrogant asshole. A macho man who knows no boundaries.

But what does that make me? A slut. An unfaithful wife. I should have set boundaries. I should have said no. I should have kicked him out of the apartment before it happened.

I can't do that. If I ask Dirk to leave, I have to explain why. Impossible.

Thomas invited him and wants him to stay. So it's his fault, right?

I get up, the empty bowls in my hands.

“I'll get dessert.”

Dirk immediately takes the stacked plates and dirty cutlery. “I'll lend a hand.” He follows me into the kitchen.

“The game is about to start, I'll turn on the TV,” Thomas calls after us.

No sooner have I put the dishes down on the counter than Dirk is standing close behind me.

His hands caress my hair, my shoulders. Circle my breasts. They roam lower.

“Don't...” I whisper. “Thomas...”

“If you're silent, he won't notice.”

The voice of a commentator booms from the living room.

I turn around. Look him in the eyes. They are dark and deep. All I can see in them is my own reflection.

He pushes me down against my resistance until I'm kneeling in front of him. Of course, he opens his pants and pushes them down. His cock springs out at me, already fully erect again.

I shake my head quietly. I could run away. Escape.

His gaze holds me captive. So does the fear that I would have to explain to Thomas what's going on here.

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. The scent of his shower gel rises to my nose, spicy, maritime, like a fresh breeze at the sea.

He tastes salty. His glans, smooth and plump, slides between my lips.

I start to lick. Close my eyes.

“Look at me.” It's not a request.

He towers over me as I suck his cock as if there were nothing better. The thought that Thomas could walk in at any moment and catch us sends a cold shiver down my spine. I have to finish this. Right now. I lick faster and harder. Suck. Jerk his shaft with one hand, squeeze his balls with the other.

Dirk's breathing becomes rougher. He's about to cum.

He puts both hands on the back of my head, takes control. Pushes his cock all the way down my throat.

I gag.

He comes. Hard, hot, powerful.

As soon as he lets me go, I fall backwards onto my butt. I don't dare spit it out, so as not to leave any traces.

As I pick myself up, I notice how soaked my panties are. What kind of slut am I?

Dirk grins as he leaves the kitchen. “I'm so excited for dessert.”