... spar with Tom and swallow an unexpected load from Sam

"Aw, is Tommy jealous? Does Tommy wanna get his dick rubbed?" you taunt, rubbing Sam's dick harder just to antagonize the man who has been a constant thorn in your side.

"Don't call me Tommy," he snaps back.

"That's it? Weak," you smirk, and liking that you seem to have the power you bend your head to lick around Sam's dick-head, drawing a gasp from the man.

"You like that, Sam? I bet Tommy wishes it was me. He'd wanna stick his puny like prick down my throat and face-fuck me." So saying you plunge your lips down over Sam's cock, pushing forward until he's at the base of your throat. Ignoring your gag-reflex you manage to push it balls deep, even though you **** a bit on it.

"Wanna do that to me?" You ask Tom when you surface.

With his hand on his crotch Tom licks his lips, looking hungrily at you. "I'll do more than that, and I won't be gentle, either. I'll grab your hair like handles and fuck your face," he tells you. "Then I'll use your slobber so I can jam my log up your ass."

"Log?" you laugh. "I bet it's a toothpick. Sure, jam it balls deep, I might even feel it. Maybe if you spank me," you swat your own ass hard before breathily continuing, "I might clench up and feel your pencil-dick inside me."

"Hey, not my fault you're so loose you can't tell when someone's in you," Tom smirks, annoying you. Forgetting Sam you clench your hand. "Maybe if I used my fist in your cunt at the same time there'd be some friction."

For some reason you pant as you open your mouth. "With those little boy hands?"

"If they're so little boy then maybe I'll put 'em in both holes."

"Oh God!" Sam cries out, and to your complete surprise he sends out a thick squirt of cum. Because your mouth is wide open, panting for breath, the first shot lands on your tongue.

"Suck him, whore, he might pay you," Tom sneers, and for some reason you do, sealing your lips and sucking mightily upon the discharging prick while telling yourself that you're only doing it because it's the polite thing to do.

"Goddamn," Sam says with a gasp, using your hair to yank you off his cock. You stay on the stairs, on all fours, panting like a dog for some reason, blinking in confusion as he stands up.

"Your knee," is all you can think to say.

Sam smiles down at you and flexes his leg. "It must've gone back in while you were sucking me off. The endorphins from you blowing me must've acted like a painkiller."

"Oh," you say, sounding like a gasp.

"Come on, let's get this last bit of furniture in to Philip's apartment," Bill says, taking one end of the dresser.

"Lazy slut. Just sitting there while we do all the work," Tom mutters, and you glare upward at him, only to find yourself staring at his ass and thinking how good it looks.

"Damn, she's checking you out, bro," Sam says to Tom, who looks back with a smirk.

"Course she is. Come on, bitch. You can stick your face in my ass later."

Flushing, yet somehow unable to look away for more than a few seconds you trail along behind them, your legs feeling weak - from exertion, you tell yourself.

"Here we are, the last piece of furniture," Sam announces, as if it were him carrying it in.

"Excellent. Put it over here," Philip says. You don't pay attention to where he points, though, as you're looking around for clothes with which to cover your nudity.

"I think we should have a celebration. But do we go out, or stay in?" Bill asks.