Stacy goes south

You watched in awe as Stacy went to work, devouring your dick with a an expression of pleased concentration. It was euphoric as those soft lips of hers slid up and down your length, coating it with her warm saliva.

Her mouth, so soft and inviting, worked rhythmically to coax wave after wave of pleasure from your sensitive manhood. Your closed your eyes for a moment and allowed yourself to drawn further into the bliss until you felt the familiar spike of energy.

Your dick twitched and began to release spurt after spurt of hot cum with such a ferocity that you were sure it was hitting the back of Stacy’s throat. Yet the girl didn’t stop her ministrations, sucking and tonguing your length with happy little hums of contentment. Once you had given her everything the girl began to lick and clean your cockhead dutifully, giving it a little kiss before she was done.

The afterglow had your head spinning, and Stacy slowly rose to her feet and threw her arms around you.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” she said with a pleasant little sigh, “I had dreams about you last night. Touching you, tasting you…but also just boring stuff, like having you hold me in bed,” she shrugged, “I guess I’m addicted.”

“We can do this a lot more,” you replied, “hell….I wouldn’t mind, you know, having a proper date instead of these quick little sessions where we have to hide.”

Part of it was the plan you had devised with your friends, but you were surprised to discover that you genuinely wanted to pursue this girl. She was a bitch, but there was something charming about her.

Stacy seemed to ponder that and looked up at you cautiously. “You know people would talk, right? You’re not an outright loser, but you’re definitely lower-middle class as far as popularity goes.”

“Does that really bother you?”

She seemed to think about it for a moment then shrugged. “I guess not. I could probably buy and sell anyone who has an issue. That goes a long way.”

“Then how about we do something this Friday?”

“Like what? Other than the cinema, this town goes into lockdown come nightfall.”

Now was the time to play your hand. “What if…I came around your place, you know, for dinner or something?”

Silence hung in the air and you suddenly were afraid you had overstepped. Maybe you would have to cross the line and use the ring once more?

But then Stacy spoke. “Look, I wouldn’t mind that, but my dad is very weird. He’d interrogate you and shit. Is that something you’d really want to go through?”

You shot her a smile and laid on the charm. “For you, it’s worth it.”

Phase one of the plan was complete but even as you externally beamed with excitement, you began to worry. The mayor, the cult, you were walking right into the lion’s den.