Reluctantly Agree

Knowing you have no real choice, you agree, watching nervously as Peyton taps away on her phone. “What are you doing?” You ask nervously.

She looks up at you with disapproving eyes. “Just letting everyone know I’m giving head at the glory hole for the next hour. And obviously by me I mean you.” She paused for a moment, before pulling out a tube of lipstick and grabbing your jaw. “So that the studs think its me.” She said as she coated your lips in black.

You hear the door open, and sit shaking before the hole in the stall. Peyton seems excited, and puts a finger to her lips, urging you to keep quiet. The other stall door opens and closes, and through the hole someone passes two twenties through. Peyton giggles as she takes it, letting him know she’s ready. Almost immediately, a white cock passed through the hole. Peyton smirked as she saw it, giving you the small penis sign. Your little cock twitched again, knowing that it was still almost double your size. Then she grabbed the back of your head and guided your lips to the cock. Swallowing nervously, you opened wide and began to suck.

With Peyton guiding you, it seemed to feel worryingly the natural, and you could easily swallow its meager length. From the moaning you heard on the other side, it seemed you were doing well. The cock seemed to jump in your mouth, and a nice salty loaded blew onto your tongue. Your pulled away, a little cum dribbling onto your chin. Peyton **** your mouth close, eyeing you to swallow the load, and unhappily you obliged.

The other stall emptied, and you were alone with her again. That had been a… experience? Your thought were conflicted in your head and crotch. Your cock was still rock hard of course, spilling pre into your pants. Looking at Peyton counting her money, you wondered what to do.