Profit

“John, in return for paying me 11 points so far this round, I’ll let you in on a few tips from a pro. NEVER make a deal with the pros. They’ll almost never take them unless it benefits them massively. That was your first mistake, trying to make a deal with me.”

She forcefully grabbed his now softening cock.

“Get back up you! I’m not done yet. Pathetic, trying to shrink even more and embarrass your owner.”

“Hey, we had an agreement!”

Emily craned her neck around to look John in the eye with an evil glint.

“John, your second mistake was allowing me to set different terms than you wanted and agreeing to them. Always make sure your deal is secure and sealed tighter than my lips around a 13 inch cock. Your deal needs to be so meticulously and tightly defined that not even your cock could slip in through the cracks. I only agreed to stop sucking you off like a straw and making you spill your baby batter. I said nothing about actually making you orgasm or anything else.”

John gasped out loud as he started slowly realizing what she was saying. “That’s unfair! That’s not what I meant!”

“Oh, but it is what we agreed to in front of the game master. Normally this deal would **** me to be a little careful, I’d have to press down on your tubes and make sure I don’t spill any of your pathetic cum, but did you notice? Your last load was basically nothing. You let out a couple drops. You’re done. Taps all dried up! In other words I can keep milking you and you won’t be ejaculating any actual sperm. Oh I would pity you but this is too much fun! I’ve earned one point, been paid 10, and I get to keep milking points from you!”

With that Emily yanked hard like she was pulling the cord on a lawn mower. The cum splattered around his nether regions was more than enough lubrication for even Emily’s forceful movement to glide along his cock smoothly, and just like that, his cock sprang up (though a little like a wilted flower).