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So Justin turned out to be a bit of a creep, too. Total misogynist. But I still needed his sperm for my little side project. The lustful look in Justin's eye worried me a little, but I still thought I could keep it from getting too out of hand if I channeled his attention.

He wanted a closeted slut **** for some male attention? Why the hell not? I was occasionally up for a little roleplay, even of the less dominant variety if the partner was right, and I hoped it would get his rocks off faster to let his scenario play out.

I gasped softly for effect at his words. "Slut? No, I..." Trailing off, I looked up at him, wearing what I hoped was an embarrassed expression. I made sure to keep my chest pressed out slightly, even as he gripped my tits like he was trying to strangle them.

He laughed and released my aching breasts. "Oh yeah, definitely a slut. You act tough and edgy and goth and all that, but you're still just a woman." He kept his voice down to avoid unnecessary attention from anyone else in the cafe, but we were still unobserved in our little corner nook. He glanced down at my mostly-exposed cleavage and then over his shoulder briefly. Turning his attention back to me, he snapped, "Well get 'em out, slut, and let's do this. I don't like to be teased..."

Inside, I scoffed. The last time someone talked to me like that I ended the night tying him to my spanking bench and pegging him with my favorite strap-on. He came so hard it was almost funny. I wanted to punch Justin's face but he admittedly had me cornered and it would ruin any chance I'd have of getting his semen.

Instead, I bit my lip in pretend nervousness and started opening more of my shirt to him. I wanted to keep his focus on the tits. If he decided to get rough, it would get ugly and they was no way in hell I was going to let him TRAP me. He looked down as I finished the last button and my shirt fell open to show my full bra. I smiled as he did, and raised my hands to the cups to pull the bra down.

The instant I finished, he shoved me to my knees so forcefully I almost cursed. My knees hit hard and he grabbed my hair roughly with one hand. "Get my dick out." I had expected him to take a moment to admire my beautiful boobs, but he didn't seem to care as long as they were out. It actually hurt my pride a little, and I was not at all used to people being so aggressively dominant with me. It took effort to stay in character.

"Yes!" I said simply and my hands shot to his belt. In no time I had his admittedly impressive cock out and started rubbing it against my soft jugs. "Fuck my tits!" I whispered up to him, only half-****. I was really proud of my bolted-on tits and he hasn't even glanced at them. I wanted to get that big dick between them and drive his crazy with them. I even let my saliva pool in my mouth and drooled a little onto my chest for lubrication. I surprised myself by how excited I was.

He didn't need to be told twice. He shoved his big member against my sternum and I clamped my flesh down around him with both hands. He kept his one hand in my hair, forcing me to look up at him while he enjoyed my soft skin. That suited me just fine, as I wanted my mouth to remain as inaccessible as possible.

I kept expression sultry and encouraging as he rocked his hips. I spoke in a stream of "mmm" and "yeah" and other basic expressions. It had been a long time since I had done one of these without being the one controlling the pace. I wasn't testing or reading anyone for anything, I was just being used. It wasn't anything that physically thrilling, to let a man fuck the space between my tits, but kneeling on the corner of the cafe, **** to look up at the man calling all the shots, knowing that the cock just inches from my chin could strip me of my very humanity if I weren't careful... Well it was kind of exciting. If Justin hadn't been a total ass I may have even enjoyed myself.

As it was, I focused on the goal. Get Justin to cover my chest in semen, then find a way to get Hank to drink it. I was going to get some **** for Sarah. It was funny. Just a few hours ago she was just some chick I worked with. Kind of a stuck up princess type. No one I would ever cared to have more than a casual sexual relationship with. Now I found I cared about her like she was stolen from me and in a sense she was. I believed I had more time to get her another dose of semen before she reverted back to a person. She was going to be mine forever!

Some of my anger must have made it to my face, because Justin was looking at me differently. I could tell he was getting close to cumming. I had to focus up to make sure I kept my humanity intact. No telling what an asshole like Justin would do to me if he could get away with it.

"Come on, stud, I want to feel your huge load all over my big tits." I pleaded in earnest. Anything was better than the mouth at this point. Pity, I used to enjoy drinking cum now and then.