He lets her video him

The words hit me with a rush, another jolt of fear and something darker. My head dropped, shame flooding me, but her hand in my hair urged me back down. Her other hand was steady as she aimed the camera at my mouth working between her thighs. She already had pictures, what was the difference now?

She gasped as I pressed my tongue against the spot just beneath her clit, moving in slow, careful circles. Her thighs clamped tight, trembling, her whole body taut as a wire. I heard her voice again.

“Come on, Mr. Guidance Counselor, guide me to an orgasm, or I’m taking all this straight to my dad. The picture of you holding my poor little head down on your cock–”

I sealed my mouth over her cunt, cutting off her threat. I covered her, focusing my tongue, **** to regains some level of control, **** to give her what she wanted and maybe win something back in return.

Her fingers clutched at the back of my head, hips lifting as she chased the pressure. I heard her breath hitch, her body jerking as I worked her clit, holding her open with my hands. She was close, the tension building with every movement of my mouth.

“Fuck…” she squeaked, trying to stay quiet. Her moans mixed with small, broken whimpers filling the small office.

She arched hard, and her body lifted off the desk. I felt her legs clamp around my shoulders, and her whole body shaking as she came. I tasted the results of her orgasm, felt the pulsing against my tongue. I kept going, not letting up, lost in the rush and the sweetness of her.

The aftershocks left her limp and breathless. Her hand finally let go of my hair, to trace my cheek, and brush her thumb over my lips, slipping through the wetness there.

“You did a good job,” she said, all teasing gone for a moment. Her thumb lingered at the corner of my mouth, and then, slowly, she slipped it past my lips.

I looked up at her, uncertain, still flushed and winded. I closed my lips over her thumb, tasting her as she pressed it to my tongue.

“Did you like it?” she asked, and for the first time, the question wasn’t mocking. She wanted to know.

I nodded, swallowing, her thumb still in my mouth. “Yeah,” I said softly, around it. “I did.”

Her face faltered, just a little, before she glanced at her phone, pressed the stop button, and locked the screen. She set it down.

I was still catching my breath. “So… are we done now?”

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