Who is it?

The door had just opened up behind Nova, and with your mouth stuffed with nuts and vision obscured by shaft; your heart could only race as you tried to guess on who it could be. Whoever it was had direct line of sight to your straining package, your most private place on display to some unknown onlooker. Part of Nova's face was visible behind her mammoth shaft, she gave you a subtle smirk that gave very little away - your thoughts first went to Stacy and that realization had brought tears welling to the corners of your eyes with just the fleeing possibility.

Could Nova had been planning this from the start? What if all this time you had been playing checkers and she chess? What if this hookup was just a setup to get you to cheat on your girlfriend and have Stacy bear witness to this betrayal? The dawning realization sent shivers down your spine and made what hardness there was below deflate and shrivel up in fear.

Whoever it was, they didn't say anything. They just watched, you don't know how but you could tell that their eyes were burning a hole through your crotch. Your self consciousness spiked, not only was this unknown party seeing you exposed and worshipping the nuts of your bully - but they were now watching your steadily retreating member curl up inside of you. Getting smaller, weaker and inert.

Nova hadn't stopped jerking off either; and in fact had sped up upon seeing your distressed face. She was getting off to your vulnerability, to your exposed form being judged and rated by whoever was at her back. They couldn't see much of Nova perhaps, maybe only her nuts peaking out through your lower jaw; enough to tell most likely that you weren't eating Nova out; but rather polishing her nether orbs. Or in other words; you weren't a submissive box cleaner - but a submissive ball shiner. That detail made your deflating maleness all the more humiliating, the comparison between your twos genitals all the more lopsided even if the voyeur couldn't see it - the implication must be obvious from the circumstances and context of your position beneath her.

The deafening silence that you hadn't even noticed, was finally broken when Nova giggled, releasing her length and letting it flop heavily forward onto your face with a fleshy slap, blocking off sight from your left eye. "Who could it be? Standing behind me? Is the anticipation killing you?~" Nova teased, putting a hand on either hip and rocking back and forward ever so slightly, massaging her nuts with your mouth from the motion.

You wanted to shout, get up and peer around her well defined yet distinctly feminine curves to put an end to the endless loops of doubt and uncertainty that plagued your mind - but you didn't. You just knelt there, stiff as a pole with your cock now all sad and threatened; retreating into itself like a turtle to its shell.

"You look so cute when you're scared~" Nova said while stroking your cheek gently, her nuts still resting all snug and nestled inside. With a motion she called the unknown surveyor to her side and your heart went into overdrive. This was it, your life's trajectory was going to be determined in these next few agonising seconds. Whether you'd fallen into Nova's ultimate trap, or whether you'd be allowed to continue living this double life; the seconds that followed felt like minutes as the onlookers footsteps rang out across the hardwood floor, approaching with resounding thumps that echoed the trepidation growing within your heart.

Appearing at Nova's side you gasped at what you saw.