Lost bet

The guilt was unbearable. If not for my stupid bet Jessica would not be here like this, I was certain of it.

{if look_away=true

}I couldn't watch any longer. As I turned away Brandon caught me in a hug. Right now I didn't mind seeking shelter from my shame, even in his arms.{else

}Even so, my eyes were locked on the obscene display in front of me. I couldn't look away, even though I wanted to. I my body was completely frozen. I could only observe.

Looking up, Andrew gave us a grin and a thumbs up with his free hand. Jessica remained oblivious to our presence. There was something feral about the way Jessica attacked his cock, about the sounds she was making. Like a woman who had almost died of thirst finally getting water. To my horror I could feel a familiar warmth spreading in my nether regions.

(Kink +10%)

As I stared Brandon put an arm on my shoulder and pulled me away from the scene unfolding in front of me.{endif}

Brandon gently led me into his bedroom. Sitting down on his bed he left me standing stunned in the middle of the room.

"I'm amazed at how fast she caved," he gloated. "I had estimated Andrew would need at least two weeks to get anywhere with her. Guess she's an even bigger slut than I thought."

"I guess that means I win the bet," he stated simply.

I could only nod weakly at him. The shock had completely drained me of all my fighting spirit. At this point I was completely at his mercy. To my surprise the thought sent a deep surge of thrill and trepidation through me.

{if followed=true

}"In that case, let's continue from where we left off last time we were here."{else

}"Then I believe it is time we brought our little discussion to a close. What was it you accused me of in our first meeting again? You said I had a minuscule manhood I believe. I can't let that stand."{endif}

As he said this he pulled of his pants and threw them in the corner, leaving him in his boxers. The large bulge hinted his size.

"Come," he said waving me over. My body moved automatically at his command, stopping when I stood between his spread legs. With a finger pointed at the ground he wordlessly had me kneeling in front of him.

"Take it off."

With shaking hands I grabbed the elastic of his boxers and slowly pulled, releasing his cock right in front of my face. It was {if followed=true}still {endif}beautiful. Both thick and long, with a heady musk that assaulted my senses. Brandon cleared his throat, making me realize I had simply been staring at it. Getting back to task i pulled down his boxers completely and put them aside.

{if blowjob=true}"You struggled a bit last time you sucked me off slut,"{else}"Suck me slut,"{endif} he whispered voice heavy with lust. {if blowjob=true}"Show me that you have improved."{endif}

Mind empty, I leaned forward and started licking the underside of his cock. Working myself up, I took the head into my mouth and started swirling my tongue around it. The smell and taste of it was overpowering. I continued pleasuring the tip, depositing saliva as I did. When I was satisfied I lowered my head, taking more of him into my mouth. I couldn't take too much due to his size. Slowly moving up and down I sucked the cock of the man I despised, savoring every second.

"You look so happy right now," Brandon said. "In your element. A slut doing what she does best. Worshiping my cock."

I suppressed a groan deep in my throat. His comments hurt, yet I couldn't deny the truth. Not anymore.

"{if blowjob=true}It's too bad you made me delete those pictures I took last time. {endif}The way you look right now should be preserved for posterity."

I dreaded what he was about to say next.

"Give me your phone," he said. There was a finality to the command. Not having the strength to resist him, I simply fished my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. I closed my eyes and focused on my cocksucking, ignoring the shutter sounds coming from above.

"I don't think sluts sucking cock should be wearing pants. What do you think?"

I lifted my head to respond, but his hand at the back of my head held me back.

"I didn't say you could stop."

With his lips still wrapped around his dick I tried to nod and started working on the buttons and zipper on my pants. Getting my pants around my knees and getting them off while still sucking him was a bit of a challenge, but I managed. Looking up at him to see if he approved, I saw he had taken of his shirt and was completely naked. Holding up my phone he took another picture with me staring into the camera.

"Are you wet slut?"

Feeling between my legs, I nodded affirmative.

"Prove it. Give me your panties."

Hooking my thumbs in each side I pulled them off, lifting me knees a little to do so. I handed them to him and he held them to his face, smelling deeply, before throwing them into a corner of the room.

"I think cocksucking sluts should be naked. Make it happen."

Luckily I was wearing a tank top, so I could pull down the straps over my arms and pull the entire thing off. My bra and socks followed shortly and I was completely naked.

"Spread your legs," he whispered, voice strained. "And go deeper."

Spreading my legs I couldn't resist putting one hand between my legs, stroking my pussy. I was incredibly wet, and so sensitive even the slightest touch sent shivers through me. My mind hazy with lust I pushed myself down on his cock as far as I could. My gag reflex complained, but I **** myself to ignore it. At my limit I raised back up only to **** myself down immediately. Fingering myself furiously I tried to facefuck myself on his cock as hard as I could. His groans and obscene wet sounds filled the room.

"I like the enthusiasm, but your technique could be better. Let me help you."

A strong hand gripped my hair and pushed me down. His cock was too deep! My gag reflex screamed at me! I couldn't breathe! Yet the hand was relentless. It held me fast like a rock. Panic set in and I pushed as hard as I could to get off, but he was immovable. Finally, when his point had been made that he was in charge, he blissfully released me. I was coughing and heaving for air, the only reason I didn't collapse on the floor was that he held me firm. With his other hand he took another picture before pushing me down again.

I lost track of time as he mercilessly fucked my face. I was reduced to nothing but a receptacle for his pleasure. My world consisted only of his cock violating my throat. When he was finally satisfied he released me into a crumpled heap on the floor. As I lay there, heaving and coughing, face covered in tears and saliva, he picked me up curiously gently and deposited me on the bed.

"We'll have to work on your deep throat technique later, but now there is something else I want to do," he said while he stroked my hair. "I'll give you five minutes to gather yourself first."