Plans? What plans?

Max woke up, the stench of sweat and sex filling his nose. His body was sore, but it was a pleasant soreness. He was also sticky, that would probably have been the sweat he worked up last night.

Last night...

Oh yeah, Max thought to himself groggily, letting his eyes open to the darkness of the room. Annabelle's room. That was wild.

He remembered a little bit about yesterday. Something about plans? Plans that he needed money for, which led to his cousin and her not immodest nest egg she'd been saving. He'd essentially whored himself out to her, which was both amazing and kinda funny how eager she was to take him up on it.

But for the life of him he couldn't remember exactly what he planned on doing. Maybe he should have written it down?

_Screw it, _Max thought to himself, just letting himself get feeling back in his body as it chased the last remnants of sleep away. I can try to remember later. It's not like I'm on a time frame or anything. I can take it easy and just fuck around with my power.

As feeling came back into his body, and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he once again felt something engulfing his cock in a familiar warm, wet tightness. Given the suction, his cousin was once again sucking him off. Propping himself up, Max saw that, indeed, the blanket was bobbing up and down as red hair spilled out from beneath it.

"Hey." Max groaned, letting his hand wander up to rest on Annabelle's head again. "Morning."

He felt his toes clench as she gave a particularly strong suck as she hit the base of his shaft, somehow never letting up as she_ _slowly pulled her head up. All the while, her tongue was cleaning every inch of the underside and sides of his length.

Once she reached the head, she lolled it around her mouth before letting it spring free from her mouth with a *pop* and she threw her blanket back to look at him.

"Morning, Max." Annabelle smiled at him, kissing his cock as she wrapped her hand around it. "Enjoying your wake-up BJ?"

"Course I am." He replied, rubbing at her head as she gave him a lick. "So, this for fun or what?"

Annabelle laughed a bit. "Did I rock your world so much you forgot already? You said I'd get your cum if I gave you a wake up blowie. Not that I'm opposed, but that was the deal. And I really want your cum, especially since I'm fucking my throat on your dick for it."

"But," Max felt his brow furrow in curiosity and some confusion. "Wasn't that just for yesterday morning?"

"What are you saying, you want me to stop?" She huffed, actually looking a touch miffed at that. "I mean, you just said that if I wake you up with a blowjob, I get your cum. You never said that it would be a one time thing. And since I'm blowing you already, I'm getting that cum today, got it? That was the deal, Max."

"No!" Max immediately answered, feeling her squeeze his dick in her hand in a threatening manner. "No, I was just a little confused. Please," He gestured to his dick, trying to make it flex in her hand. "Go on. I'll give you the cum."

"Good." She nodded, loosening her grip on his cock as she leaned back down to engulf it, her warm breath sending small trails of pleasure up his spine. She swirled her tongue around the head, looking up at him with lusty eyes.

Max groaned in pleasure as she gently rubbed his shaft, letting his head fall back onto the pillow as this new information rumbled around in it.

So, if he wasn't specific with his exchanges, it'd be a ongoing thing. Max, on some level, knew that, but he hadn't paid it much thought. And it had ended up with his cousin blowing his dick every morning in exchange for his cum.

Fuck, Max thought to himself sluggishly as Annabelle continued to slowly fellate him. I should use the machine to give myself something to keep track of deals. Like, a self updating list or something. Maybe something like a lawyer's understanding of deal making or something too. But at least this turned out fine.

Max let himself lay there, gently rubbing Annabelle's head as she continued to suck him off. She was taking her time, apparently enjoying it herself.

As the minutes ticked by, Max could feel the slow build up of his pleasure begin to reach its peak, and he shot his load into Annabelle's throat. She eagerly sucked it all down, gulping loudly around his cock as she did so. When he was done firing off shots of spunk, she once again took him to the base and cleaned him just as she had yesterday morning. Every last centimeter of his meat pole was coated in her saliva, and little else.

"There we go. Another load of cum for me for a job well done." Annabelle smirked, licking her lips. She seemed really proud of having been able to suck him off, for some reason. "Now, we both need a shower after last night. My bed's a mess because we fell asleep after fucking like two horny teenagers, and I really need to clean myself out."

"Agreed." Max knew he was feeling sticky, and he didn't have anything shot inside his body. "But, uh, Annabelle. I'll trade you something again. Free reign to sleep in your bed anytime I want, in exchange we'll fuck and I'll cuddle with you in the nude every night I do sleep in your bed."

What? It was a comfy bed, better than his at least, and the feeling of another body next to him at night felt really nice. Even though both were sticky and sweaty when they fell asleep. Sue him.

"Oh, so now you're gonna try and butter me up after charging me a couple hundred to let me blow you?" She asked him, brow raised. She shrugged with a sigh as fake as a seven dollar bill. "Fine, I guess you drive a hard bargain. My bed is your bed now, as long as you pony up and ride me like you did last night. Or I get to ride you. Someone's riding someone, is my point." She grinned at the end, offering Max a hand up. "Now get to the shower before I use up all the hot water cleaning up that gooey mess you left in me last night. I gotta clean this all up."

Max complied, quickly gathering up his clothes and leaving the room.