The Birthday Party

Since the app appeared on his phone it was the first time Kyle felt like regular teen who fucked-up. Both of his parents were sitting in font of him and even his most seducing wink had no affect on his mom's expression. "You know, Kyle," Sarah began, her tone serious, "you can ask for money, we are reasonable parents, and your dad earns enough."

"So, I can go now?" Kyle tried to sound casual, and made a move to stand from the table.

"Not so fast, young man!" His dad's voice boomed across the dining room, his brows furrowed in a way Kyle hadn’t seen since he crashed the family car last year. "You think we’re stupid? You think that nonsense about a school project justifies pulling two hundred bucks in cash? Your mom might act calm, but we both know exactly what that money was for." Mark slammed his palm on the table. "A damn prostitute, Kyle. In our house!"

Kyle blinked, deciding against pushing his luck with a joke. Sarah stayed silent, her arms crossed, eyes narrowed—not angry, just disappointed, which was honestly worse. Kyle lowered his gaze and muttered, “It was just one time.” That didn’t help. Mark’s voice rose again, this time with frustration edging toward genuine hurt. “This house is not a brothel. And for what? Why do you need a damn hooker when your mom’s right here?”

"Really honey, I have nothing against you bringing girls, but a prostitute?" Sarah's voice was filled with concern, "Is it something weird? You can talk to me about it, I am quite open, you know!" She tried to sound supportive, yet her eyes bore into him with the intensity of a thousand suns.

"Okay! Okay! I got it! It was stupid of me and it won't happen again!" Kyle's voice was strained, trying to balance his embarrassment and his fear of his dad's wrath. He stood up and grabbed his bag, "Oh, one more thing. Brad has a birthday party today, can I go?"

"If you promise to be reasonable," Mark said with a sigh, his anger fading into a mix of disappointment and resignation. "We'll talk more about this later."

School halls felt like home turf, and he was back in rhythm. He and Cory met Britney by the girl’s bathroom during second period, Cory was left to stand guard. “Master, please fill her up! I want to taste your cum on her tongue again.” She asked while blushing.

"It looks somebody is not afraid to swing both ways!" Britney grabbed Cory's cheeks and planted a wet kiss on her, making her giggle nervously. "Beware Kyle! Or I might steal your cute little pet!" Britney winked at Kyle as she playfully pushed Cory aside.

"Yea, right. Not before I fuck your throat, and send you back to your boyfriend with a sticky white present!" Kyle grabbed Britney's hand and pulled her into a closed stall. He wouldn't dare to even look at her the wrong way just a week ago, but regular fucking sessions had changed his perspective a bit.

"On your knees, you nasty cheating whore!" Kyle whispered harshly, his voice echoing in the empty stall. Britney's eyes widened with excitement, a thrill racing through her as she sank to her knees. Her fingers promptly pulled his jeans down and she soon she had the cock right in front of her.

"Your boyfriend Brad's such a pathetic cuck," he continued, his hand tangled in her blonde hair as he guided her closer to his erect cock. "He has no idea his cheerleader girlfriend is getting used like cheap slut, does he?"

Britney's full lips parted in a smile as she took him in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of his arousal filled her mouth, and she pushed herself deeper, savoring every inch of his hardness. Soon enough, the familiar taste of his cum coated her tongue. She moaned around his cock, gurgling on his seed as he pulled out.

"Mm, such a good little slut," he murmured, patting her on the head. "Now, go share with Cory, and please let Brad have his present." Kyle buttoned up his jeans and stepped out into the hall, leaving Britney to deal with Cory's eager eyes.

"Oh, don't act so shy," he heard Britney, and the sound of lips pressing into each other. "You love this, don't you?" She whispered, her voice thick with lust.

"Yes, thanks!" Cory gulped her shared and rushed to follow Kyle to his next class. The hallways were a blur of whispers and glances, but Kyle's hand on her ass kept her focus solely on him.

"Master, do you want to fuck me again tonight? I can stay at your place for the night, you know? Wake you up like a good sex ****... with a morning blowjob!" Cory whispered as they approached the classroom door.

Kyle smirked, his hand sliding from her ass to her neck, his grip firm. "You're eager, aren't you, pet?" He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Tonight, we have other plans."

"Are we going to Brad's party? I heard it's going to be wild," Cory whispered, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

Kyle chuckled, his grip on her neck tightening slightly. "Oh, you're eager, aren't' you?" He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Make sure to be a good girl and help your master fuck the birthday-boy's girl, okay?"

The party was in full swing when they arrived. Loud music thumped through the walls of Brad's house, and the air was thick with the smell of **** and hormones. Kyle scanned the crowd, spotting Brad in the corner, surrounded by his baseball buddies, holding plastic cups in both hands.

Britney was already there, dressed in a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination. She caught Kyle's eye and gave him a knowing smile, her full lips painted a seductive shade of red. She leaned to her boyfriend and whispered something to his ear. Brad's eyes widened, but the **** had already dulled his senses, and he nodded letting her go. She winked to Kyle and Cory, and they followed her to a cupboard in the empty part of the house.

"He is pretty wasted already! I've been giving him half vodka, half beer all night," Britney whispered to Kyle, her eyes sparkling with mischief as they sneaked into the abandoned cupboard. The party's din muffled the outside, leaving them in a cocoon of darkness and anticipation.

Without wasting another second, Kyle pulled Britney closer and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring the warm cavern of her mouth. She moaned, tasting the sweetness of his power play, the thrill of their shared secret. He broke the kiss and guided her down to her knees, his hand still fisted in her hair.

"You know what to do," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Britney nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and took him in her mouth again. She was eager to get a present for her boyfriend, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off with a passion that left him gasping.

The sound of their hushed moans and the rustling of their clothes filled the small space as Kyle's hand moved faster and faster, pushing Britney to take more of him. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she never wavered, her mind focused solely on the prize she was eager to claim.

With a final grunt, Kyle came, spilling his seed into Britney's eager mouth. She let Kyle's cock-head explode on her tongue, filling her mouth with his hot, salty essence. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with victory as she held his gaze, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, collecting every drop she could.

Cory watched her master cumming in Britney's mouth with a mix of envy and excitement. She knew what was next. Britney stood up, her eyes locked onto Kyle's, her mouth a wet, sticky mess of his semen. "You want Brad to taste this?" she asked, struggling not to spill a single drop.

"Oh, yes," Kyle breathed, his eyes dark with lust. "And you're going to make sure he does."

"Come on," she whispered to Kyle, tugging on his hand. The thrill of her words sent a shiver down Kyle's spine, and he followed her eagerly back into the pulsing heart of the party. The music grew louder as they approached the living room, the air thick with the smell of cheap beer and sweat. Brad was still there, his baseball buddies nowhere to be seen. His eyes widened when he saw Britney, but before he could say anything, Britney was on him, her hands grabbing his head and shoving her lips onto his.

Brad's eyes widened in surprise as he clearly felt something different in Britney's mouth. But he was too drunk to care, kissing her back with the same enthusiasm she had shown him all night. Kyle watched with a smirk as Britney's tongue danced with Brad's, sharing the cum with him without his knowledge.

Cory watched with envy, biting her lower lip as she thought of the taste of Kyle's cum. She knew she would never get tired of serving him, of pleasing him in every way possible. She was his, body and soul. And if that meant watching Brad swallow Kyle's seed, then so be it.

As Brad pulled back, Britney whispered into his ear, her voice a seductive purr. "I bet you'll like my special birthday treat." She nibbled on his ear, her teeth grazing the lobe. Brad's eyes glazed over with lust, and he obeyed, swallowing the mouthful of cum without a second thought.