Yes, yes. Get on with it

"If you don't keep up your end of the deal," you threaten him, wagging a finger in his face, "I will fucking **** you." "I told you I will, and I'll keep my promise. Don't worry, I'll be back inside you in no time." While he was gloating, you've dropped down to a squat. Darryl's cock looms before you, stiff and proud, and you give it a final, extra-close inspection for any trace of cum. You are not going to end up as Darryl's ****, especially not by accident. As a final safety precaution, you squeeze his cock in a milking motion. Nothing comes out. Well, it's not going to get any safer without boiling it, and that's obviously not an option. For now.

You grab him and begin stroking him up and down, considering your life choices up to this point. "I do believe I said suck." Darryl winces as your grip tightens considerably, but you let go again equally quickly. For the second time in fifteen minutes, you take him into your mouth. For some reason, you like it a lot less this time around. That doesn't mean you're slacking off, though; you want to get this over with as quickly as possible. After a quick 'warmup', you pull back for a bit. "You'd better fucking tell me when you're about to cum, Darryl!" "Yeah, yeah, sure." You're skeptical about his intentions at this point, but you're also pretty sure you'll be able to tell when he's getting close, even if he wouldn't want you to know.

And so, you dutifully set to your task. You mainly just let yourself go with the flow, doing what comes naturally without thinking it through much. You really don't want to be thinking too much about it. You bob your head up and down, trying your best to use your tongue to finish this as quickly as possible. For an instant you panic as you feel a drop of fluid seep out of him, but since you still think of Darryl as a cockroach barely worth the effort of stepping on, you're pretty confident it wasn't cum. You continue at a decent pace, but carefully. Wouldn't want the miss the signs of an impending mouthful of cum, now, would you?

A few minutes later, those signs do indeed begin to show. You were just about to stop sucking him when, somewhat to your surprise, Darryl actually warned you. "I'm going to cum soon, Cindy. If I were you, I'd probably use my hands for the last part." That, at least, you can agree on. In fact, you don't want to get any of his cum anywhere near you, so you move around so you're standing behind him and reach around to finish him off. "You know, I- MMH! - I could get used to this!" Darryl groans you start jacking him off as fast as you can. "Maybe if this whole Mandy thing doesn't work out, you - oh, fuck! - you could be my ****? Would be better than whatever idiot she picks for you!" You stop pumping him, and instead grab hold of his balls. "Say that again," you whisper in his ear as you squeeze lightly. "I was saying, you would probably be better of as my- OUCH! Ok, ok, kidding. Just kidding. Back to the good stuff now, please!" Unsurprisingly, it takes a little longer to get him off after that little bit of payback. Still, you get him to cum all over the shower wall less than a minute later.

This, of course, means that you have to clean him up again. This time, fortunately, Darryl doesn't have any extra demands. "I hope you'll still be able to get it up after this, because if you can't keep your promise..." "Cindy. Please. I'm a young, perpetually horny guy with an overactive imagination and sparse partners. I can assure you we'll have no issues there."

Darryl walks out of the shower, dries himself off quickly, and then heads back to his room. He doesn't tell you to follow, but you're alone in the men's shower with not a stitch of clothing or even a towel in sight. So you peek out into the hall and, seeing that the coast is clear, hurry after him. There's still half an hour left on the clock, but are you just going to keep meekly going along with Darryl?