With defiance

"Erm, well if you insist!" You laugh nervously, trying to hide your awkwardness behind a lame joke. Linnea simply wrinkles her nose in hatred. You look down instead, avoiding her accusatory stare. Despite being introduced to women in a whole new way since entering Blowjob Universe, and becoming intimately familiar with the inside of more than a couple of girl's throats, you still clearly have no idea how to talk to a real girl. There's still a significant part of you that remembers being unceremoniously dumped by the only girlfriend you were ever likely to have in life. Despite the assurances from Able Master that Blowjob Universe holds no nasty surprises for you, your feelings regarding your ex aren't easily assuaged. Being dumped hurts, especially since she's now clearly so much further out of your league.

Tommy has no such reservations, however, and makes no attempt to hide either his overt ogling or perverted thoughts. He grabs his wet cock and starts to jerk off unashamedly, to Linnea's utter disgust.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she screams. "Jesus! Put that thing away!"

Tommy laughs and grabs his cock, pointing it straight at your ex-girlfriend before thrusting his hips in an arrogant, over- the-top display that leaves a series of wet smears on her midriff and khakis.

Linnea totally flips out. "What the actual FUCK! You repulsive little shit!"

She holds her shirt away from her body, frantically trying to keep the wet patches away from her skin. "Oh my fucking god, are you serious right now? No, get the fuck away from me!"

She slaps at Tommy's cock as he continues with his lewd display. You can't help but laugh. Trust good old Tommy to break the ice! Your own cock twitches in anticipation. You reach down and grasp the base of your shaft, squeezing gently. You still haven't cum from Claire's throat fucking earlier, and your penis is both painfully hard and throbbing for release. A strand of pre-cum oozes from the swollen, purple tip to hang in a strand from the underside of your thick shaft.

With Tommy here to back you up, you're starting to realise there's an opportunity for a second chance with Linnea. A chance to do things... differently.

Tommy continues with his taunts, slapping her big, firm ass and mocking her small tits. As far as you're concerned, her svelte chest looks amazing above her tight slender waist and curvy hips, but given the way she's blushing, her confidence is taking a major hit.

"I mean, I'd still do you", Tommy says. "But there's no way you've changed that much. Still looks like your packing some junk in that trunk to me!" He slaps her ass again.

"Get off me, you, you... For the last time, I'm not fat!" Linnea pouts.

"Yeah?" Tommy replies. "Prove it."

"I don't need to prove shit to you!" Linnea says indignantly. "Just delete those pictures so I can get out of - hey! Get off me!"

Tommy has grabbed your ex's shirt, yanking it forcefully up and over her head. Unfortunately, with the shirt being so tight, it catches around her neck, leaving it hanging comically over her head.

"Come on, bro! Get her shorts off, man! I wanna see this bitch!"

You're too busy staring slack-jawed at her revealed torso. God, it's incredible! Tanned, tight and firm. Her waist is tiny, with the subtle hint of abdominal muscles rippling under her flawless skin as she struggles to free herself. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd put effort into improving her body! Her tits are small, it's true, but they rest high and perfect on her slender body, and you know from experience that there's a pair of cute, very perky nipples under that bra.

Tommy pushes Linnea to her knees; she's still blinded, and her slender, toned arms flail uselessly above her head. He takes advantage of the situation by grabbing her wrists and pulling her shirt free, using it to bind her arms behind her back.

Her vision restored, Linnea's eyes suddenly light up. She pushes herself into a sitting position and cranes her neck, peering eagerly over your shoulder. You turn to find Claire standing in the doorway. Her face shines with a wet sheen of spit and sex juices, the sloppy mess still dripping from her chin onto her already stained blouse. Her hair is a mess. In short, your once pristine step mother looks like a sloppy whore. And it was you who did that to her. The thought sends a pulse of hot lust through your cock, and you give it a quick stroke, spreading your dick lube over the head and down your shaft.

How come you could dominate your step mom - your sister, even - without a second thought, but still have these weird hangups when confronted with your ex? Maybe because, unlike any other girl in your sad little life, she actually, inexplicably, liked you? Perhaps because despite your preference for sick porn, you liked her? Maybe... oh, for fuck's sake, David. Get over yourself! You have to stop thinking about Nea as your ex! Here, she's just another mouth to fuck. Nothing more. Ignore your feelings if they're getting in the way. This bitch dumped you! So what if you spent more time with porn than her? If you think about it, it's really her fault for not putting out when you were together! Yeah, that makes sense. And now it's time to get even!

Whilst you're busy bullshitting yourself, Linnea remains utterly defiant, still clinging to the hope of an escape from Tommy's clutches.

"You have to help me!" she exclaims. "David's a fucking pervert! He took photos of me, and now he's trying to - hey, wait! Where are you going? Come back here, help me! HELP ME!"

As soon as Clare noticed that you'd focused your attention on her, she quickly hung her head low, turned away and scurried out of view, clearly uninteresting in getting herself involved in any more of your antics.

"Yeah, nice try", you laugh, turning back to Linnea. You ogle her struggling body, her chunky ass straining against her tight shorts as she squirms to free herself. You bury your reservations even deeper, imagining all the things you'd wanted to do with her whilst you were dating. Things that are now quite literally within your grasp.

"It looks like 'mom' isn't joining us today", you say, mockingly. "Want to call for Rachel instead?"

You cusp a hand to one ear and shush Tommy's snickering. Rachel can be heard in her room at the end of the corridor, still dry retching from the little gag reflex trick you pulled on her before.

Linnea stares at you defiantly. "You're not going to get away with this, you asshole", she says firmly.

The fact that she's still clinging to a future that doesn't involve her getting brutally face fucked is actually kind of cute. Silly little girl.