Suck it up for now

With a slow nod you kneel in front of her, wrapping your arm around the foot on the toilet seat for leverage as you bring your lips up to Danielle’s tender folds, kissing and massaging them as you coax them to open. You hear Danielle taking picture after picture, but you put it out of your mind as you tease her clit with your tongue, sampling the warm juices clinging to it.

Soon Danielle’s lips are opened and a bit relaxed. Quickly taking advantage of this, you seal your lips over the opening in a French kiss, your lips massaging her outer folds as your tongue burrows over to her g-spot. Danielle’s breath comes in gasps as you push your tongue against the spot, your hands now caressing and petting her lovely ass. On a whim, you take a fingertip and carefully apply pressure at the tip of her asshole. Her eyes fly open as her moans echo across the bathroom. Taking that as a hint, you move your head back and forth, using your tongue as a sex toy while your finger keeps pushing your way deeper. Danielle’s hips push roughly against you as one hand slaps the back of your head to keep you from moving away as she keeps taking pictures.

Just when you think you’ll pass out from lack of air, your finger makes it inside Danielle’s ass. Her breath catches in her throat as she cums, her juices lapping hard against your tongue and face. When she finally lets you go, you lean back to catch your breath. Danielle calls out, “Look up here, John.” You look at her and she snaps one last picture of her cream droplets on your face and a small string from her pussy to your lips. “Perfect,” Danielle says as she closes her phone and starts getting dressed. As she nonchalantly puts her clothes back on, her eyes lock with yours. “These pictures make you my bitch. You will do what I say, when I say it, or you will be all over MySpace, FaceBook, YouTube, and PornTube within 3 hours. Don’t forget that. Now get cleaned up and come back to the table. I’m sure Britney’s getting worried about us.” With that Danielle barges out of the stall.

You wait for a beat, then slowly poke your head out of the stall…to notice several women looking at you in shock and disbelief. Realizing they heard everything that was said, you rush quickly to the men’s room and into one of the stalls, hyperventaling over the toilet as your body decides whether or not to be sick. While striving to catch your breath, your cell rings. You try to sound as if nothing’s wrong. “Hello?”

Britney responds. “John, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“We were just gonna do some shopping and wanted to know if you were coming with us.” Britney answers.

At that point Danielle cuts in. “C’mon, John, you know you wanna take us out shopping.” Her tone is completely playful and jovial, but you also remember her threat a few moments ago.