Spit

You reel back, the feelings of pleasure you had but moments ago are replaced with horror and revulsion. It feels like the hot liquid burns and you are going to be sick so you throw yourself off the chair looking for somewhere to vomit but there is nothing.

You stumble across to the far corner of the room next to the screen of the girl still pleasing a man and spit and retch but no vomit comes with it. Looking down at the frothy pool of spittle and seed on the floor your mind seems to slip out of the state of panic it was in moments ago. You start to taste the liquid, salty, earthy and a touch sweet even; nothing vile about the actual flavor. Pulling the sticky ropes from your nose and chin, finding them surprisingly difficult to hold as you flick them into the pile in the corner.

Your hand and face are sticky but the ordeal is over, you saw the man withdraw his shaft. Calming yourself and thanking God for showing you what you wanted you to do you turn but to your horror the man has returned for another phallus is through the wall! You step back and your eyes look to the heavens and pray, Lord what is it you want of your servant?