Paying for pizza-2

She could scarcely believe how easily she’d slipped into the role of a whore, but she was determined to get her way. She leaned back to look him in the eye and said: “Let me suck your cock.” As she made her offer, an electric thrill of illicit desire raced from her chest all the way down to her pussy. She presented it like penance, but she understood that this was just an act to make the agreement more palatable for him. His dick throbbed under her and she grinned, taking his erection in both her hands and biting her lower lip in what she hoped was a slutty look. It worked! He breathlessly agreed, and she quickly hopped off his lap, led him by the hand to her father’s den, and then shut the door.

That was fifteen minutes ago.

Now, on her knees in her father’s den, her jaw was getting sore.

His cock was pink and long, jutting from a small unkempt patch of ginger hair. The further she got from winning his concession, the worse she felt about playing the whore. She felt regret. She felt shame. She felt a wavering sense of unease. Looking toward the wall, she saw a picture of her father, the pastor and her stepmother. All three adults stared down at her as she slurped and nuzzled the wet cock in her hand. Marley wondered how she’d allowed herself to get in such a position. She wanted it to end.