Strike Two

You were eating a creampie out of Carrie's pussy, your hands perched tenuously on her thighs.

"C'mon cucky, my boyfriend made a real mess down there, you've got to get it all out. After all, what if my birth control fails?" she said in a mock taunt. "Then my belly will grow all big with my black son."

You shuddered against her. She petted your head soothingly, as the last thick glob of cum went down your throat.

"That's my good boy," she purred. "So today is a big day. Strike two. What are you giving up, sweetie? Mouth or ass?" She wagged her tongue at you, then rolled over, exposing her bleached asshole parked just over her waxed cunt. Your cock twitched.

"Ummm..I'll give up your throat." She tsked at you.

"You can't get into a girl's throat anyhow, cucky. But mouth it is." She pulled you up into the chair, then knelt down before you. It felt like a strange position now. Like it was wrong.

"Wow, this is weird. I can't believe I ever did this for you," she said, shaking her head as she leaned up to kiss your cock. "I don't want to waste time with this cock." She looked you in the eyes with her big brown eyes, starting to expertly hoover her mouth up and down your pencil dick, coaxing out the cum before you even had a chance to enjoy it.

"You really need more stamina, cucky. I promise you Jerome doesn't have that issue. Maybe we should let you watch sometime, hm?" She smirked, disappearing once more.