And something to suck on

You lounged across Trev’s bed, with your head in his lap. Watching video after video of his former girlfriend and her new partner prancing around in short skirts and big boots. It was all pretty generic stuff to be honest: previously trending dances and attempts at improv comedy, all overshadowed by the necessity of showing off a lot of thigh and cleavage through a general black, leather and lace theme to every outfit. Lord, did the boy’s lover turned landlady have a figure to show off though! She was practically built of bosom and curves… a fact that made your skinny, emasculate self squirm a little with jealousy.

Still, you were pacified for the moment by the comforting presence of a cock in your cheek. Nothing soothed your soul like a good bit of sucking and slurping up and down the shaft of someone else’s meat stick. Trev had seemed a little caught off-guard when you surreptitiously unzipped his fly and delved a hand inside, but had made no direct complaint… which was all the encouragement you needed. It was nice; to spend some quality time just getting to know his penis in the quiet mid-morning calm of a Monday. You always felt a little more connected to a new friend once you’d learned the particular quirks and sensitivities of their genitalia. How else was a slut like you supposed to really get to know someone?

This exploratory interaction however, was clearly enough of a distraction to prevent either of you from noticing the sounds of the front door opening or someone approaching down the corridor. The first you knew of an extra presence, was her voice as she opened the door:

“Trev, you in buddy? Me and Kris got some great shots so quit masturbating and- Oh! …Hello!”

You looked up from your mouthful of penis to see the ongoing protagonist from those rolling videos standing in the doorway. Her voice had turned from brusque and casual to gleefully teasing as soon as she’d seen you, a wide grin plastered across her features. There was no way to hide what you were doing, but the instinctual urge was to sort of gulp in cheek-reddening embarrassment… which of course only really served to draw that pillar of flesh deeper down your throat.

“Uh, hi Diane…” Offered Trev, scratching the back of his head in that strange mixture of embarrassment but also pride that boys tended to get when caught out in such a way. “This is, um, Sam… who I was telling you about the other day.”

“From the bus stop!” The gothic beauty replied gleefully. Clearly the story of your encounter the other day had been recounted in full, and met with some excitement. Just how much did Trev share with this ex/landlady of his?! The nature of their relationship both intrigued and intimidated you. You tried to free your lips of cock in order to gain some decorum to the situation, but were immediately rebuffed:

“Oh, no. Don’t stop on my account!” Diane cried, stepping forward into the room and proceeding to sit down on the bed as close as she could to the two of you.

“I’d like to see what you can do with that big ol’ meat stick of Trev’s. From what he’s told me you’re a kinky little cumrag!”

You looked up at the curvaceous young woman in her tall, leather boots and plunging, black dress and realised you were in a world of trouble.