She uses her hand

“So,” you breath, eyes closed and feeling Tatiana’s warm little hands roaming over your throbbing erection, “are you going to help me out down there or just tease me until I explode?”

“You better not be getting close already,” huffs Tatiana, “this is still part of the casting I’ll have you know.”

“Oh is it now?” you ask, feeling one of her hands creep up to the waistband of your underwear.

“Absolutely, have to make sure that you have the gear for the job,” she says before something intensely cold dives down into your underwear to grab your cock at the base making you jump a little.

“Sorry,” she offers, “hands are still a little cold.”

“It’s fine,” you reply, pressing your face into the small of her neck as her hand slowly begins to pump your cock again and again, eliciting a grunt from your lips and a slow drool of precum from your cock. She smells nice, aroused, and it takes your breath away.

“Damn you’re actually like,” Tatiana pauses, reaching her other hand down to grab your cock with both of them. “You’re a two handed job at the minimum,” she giggles.

“You like that?” you ask, breathing deeply as she starts pumping her hands again in a slow and steady rhythm.

“Certainly getting you bonus points in the casting,” she replies.

“I’m glad,” you add, reaching down to grab her ass and pull her closer.

“Ah! ~uh~ Fuck!” she grunts in reply, her breath coming faster now and speeding up the tempo of jacking you off as well.

“You’re hot,” you groan into her neck, chest heaving, as your hands start to play with her ass, rolling her skirt up inch by inch.

“I know,” Tatiana giggles cheekily, tilting her head to deliver a string of kisses along your chin. “You’re not too bad yourself, but this is strictly a business arrangement, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, is it?” you ask, eyes closed and bucking your hips reflexively into her increasingly slick hands.

“It is,” Tatiana replies, “this is for my art, not any personal reasons.” She punctuates it by giving you a big kiss right on the lips.

“Would it be for your art to get bent over right now?” you ask seductively, her hands shooting hot lightening up your spine.

There’s a momentary pause as she seems to think it over. The fact that she even is thinking it over makes your pecker throb excitedly before she chuckles. “Not tonight,” she finally says.

“Why?” you reflexively ask as she goes back to jerking you off with both hands, which are now thoroughly coated with your precum.

“Well for starters, this,” she says, raising a hand, still connected by a string of precum to point at herself and then you, “this is only happening if Louise does not know. If we stumble back in there looking like we just fucked, she will know.”

“She won’t know,” you chuckle, reaching up to start massaging her tight little butt.

Even without the sight of that third eye you can see the unconvinced look that she gives you that translates into a hard “no means no.” She clearly feels you deflate a little at the loss of goth pussy prospects.

“Oh cheer up,” she murmurs softly, her hand returning to your member and starting to gently jack it back and forth again. “When you come over to f―, to help me with my project, I’m sure that we can figure something out to make it up to you.”

You feel your cock throb between her hands with renewed excitement.

“You like that?” she murmurs again, deeply, “you want to bend me over and have your way with me?”

“Yes,” you grunt.

“Want to push me up against the wall and make me scream,” she murmurs, hot breath mingling with yours in the cold air.

“Yeah,” you growl, eyes closed and focusing on the intense feeling of her jerking you off. You dig your fingers reflexively into her warm ass, massaging the soft flesh in your hands.

“I’ll let you in on a secret too,” she says in a near moan, face pressed against your chest, “as long as you praise me and call me a good slut I’ll let you do anything you want.”

“Anything?” you ask, feeling your cock twitch hard. Ideas of Tatiana, pinned under you, getting bred. Her pussy taking load after load of cum deposited straight to her deepest places. Her cute face plastered with thick ropes of your cum. Your imagination runs wild wondering what that cute little body looks like under her dress and what it would look like with a telltale pregnancy bump. Of course, you’d have to make sure that she’s got an egg in there to fertilize first. Telling her to stop taking birth control definitely falls under the definition of “anything” in your book.

“Anything you want,” she repeats with a sly grin, no doubt feeling you tense up again at the offer. She feels your cock throb in between her hands again.

“Fuck,” you groan, feeling your balls churning.

“Are you getting close?” she asks, redoubling her efforts, hands slick with precum making a wet noise.

“Kinda,” you gasp, not trying to disappoint her with just how fast you’ve gotten to the next peak.

“Good,” she murmurs, “my hands are starting to get tired.”

“Oh, well let me just,” you drift off, pistoning your cock back against her hands.

“I bet you wish ~hah~ this wasn’t just my hands,” she groans, craning her neck back to look you in the eyes.

You answer her with a deep kiss that leaves her mewling into your mouth as you thrust back against her hands still furiously jerking you off.

“You’re good at this,” you sigh as you break the kiss.

“Yeah?” she murmurs into your chest, resting her head against you again.

“You’ve got good lil’ hands you good lil’ slut,” you grunt, “perfect for my fat cock.”

“Yeah?” she whimpers, burying her head into you, jerking you off hard and fast.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” you groan.

“Yeah?” she breathes, “want to bend me over and turn me into your pretty little fucktoy?”

You grunt a response.

“Just bending me over and fucking me until I’m begging you to finish,” she whines, “please cum for me, I’ve been a good slut, pretty please.”

You growl, feeling the telltale contractions of your orgasm approaching.

“Please cum for me, I’ve been a good slut, just let it all out for me please,” she begs, voice cracking.

“Here it comes,” you groan, feeling the pressure build up the length of your cock.

“Yes! Do it! Do it!” She gasps, scooting under your arm so that she’s not in the firing line. You feel her jacking reach a fever pitch just as your orgasm breeches.

“Fuck!” you hiss, eyes shut hard. You feel Tatiana’s hands grip your cock like a vise, holding it tight as it throbs again and again. You feel the first wad of cum go long, then another, then another, and then another. Rope after rope sails out of your cock, splattering on the grass and dead leaves. You feel yourself curl up on your toes as your balls empty themselves over the course of what feels like an eternity.

Finally, the pressure in your balls subsides, your cock deflates momentarily, and you lean back against the house wall behind you.

“Wow,” Tatiana whispers, releasing your cock as you try and recover from your orgasm.

“Jesus,” says another voice and you feel Tatiana go stiff as a board and release your cock before it can harden again.

You crack your eyes open just enough to see the heads of the couple that had been making out peaking around the side of the house. There’s a long silent moment as you stand there, sucking in a breath, cock hardening despite the cold night air. The spell is broken when you go to pull your pants up to your freezing member, and by the time you look back, the couple are gone, disappeared.

“Did you see who that was?” you ask, pulling your pants up and buckling your belt.

Tatiana is silent.

“You good?” you ask, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh yeah,” she replies, looking up to meet your eyes for a moment before looking down and out at the yard again, “really good.”