I hate graduations.
You know that feeling when you're someplace you absolutely can't stand? You'd rather be anywhere else, anywhere at all? That's how I felt the one time I attended a graduation. All the absurd pomp, the silly robes, it goes on forever and it was my idea of hell. I was ten, my cousin was graduating college and I swore I'd never go to another. True to my word, many years later I spent most of my own graduation day on my back. And my knees. And occasionally bent over various pieces of furniture.
My economics degree was finally completed and Paul was helping me celebrate the best way we knew how. It was late afternoon and though we were naked and exhausted, I felt confident some food would fuel at least one more evening romp. I poked Paul before he could fall asleep.
"Pizza!"
He twitched but didn't respond. I poked harder.
"No sleeping! Pizza!"
Paul groaned and tried to turn over. Yes, he's the dominant one during sex and I love being controlled in that way. But this was about food. Totally different.
"Feed me, Seymour!"
"Ow! Godammit!" Paul sat up rubbing his ribs.
"If you're going to keep a girl captive and ravish her over and over, you have to at least provide food."
He looked at me incredulously. "Keeping YOU captive? Ditching graduation was your idea."
"Do not contaminate this discussion with facts. You must provide sustenance." I plucked Paul's phone off the nightstand and placed it in his lap. "I'm thinking pepperoni and... garlic knots. Lots of garlic knots."
Sighing dramatically, Paul punched up the number for our favorite pizza spot. "Fine, but you're brushing your teeth after the garlic knots, I can tell you that right now."
I smiled in triumph and snuggled up again, content now that food was forthcoming. We relaxed for a while before Paul broke the silence.
"So Miss New Graduate, you're supposed to know all about economics. Explain to me again how you get to live here cheap and I pay for the food?"
"Simple," I replied. "I give you unlimited pussy. Most well known economic arrangement since the beginning of time. Of course, if this is offensive to your modern sensibilities we can stop immediately."
"Well, let's not be hasty."
We laughed and hugged. Paul and I laughed a lot together, which was probably number one on the list of why we got along so well. A close second was that we had very similar kinks, but from opposite sides. And he could always be counted on to find an exciting angle in the mundane. He got quiet for a moment and I could see he was thinking.
I was too, in a lazy sort of way. An economics degree is no walk in the park, and the last few months had been very challenging. Finishing wasn't really an end point, which is another reason I despise graduations. Learning always continues and in my particular case, grad school beckoned. It would be a bit of a slog, but one I anticipated eagerly. I had been told graduate work was more focused. And while I did enjoy the liberal arts classes required for undergrad, I looked forward to concentrating on work within my field. The down side was being a starving student for a while longer. As an econ major, I considered this cruelly ironic.
Paul was apparently reading my mind. "Looks like I'm going to be feeding you for a while now," he mused. "What does your economic expertise tell you about that dynamic as a long term strategy?"
"Hmm?"
"Doesn't seem fair," he continued.
To an outsider he might have appeared serious, but in actuality we had already discussed the financial arrangement going forward and it wasn't a big problem. But I could see where he was going with this. "Oh? What are you going to do about it? I don't see you giving up your favorite form of recreation."
"Food is expensive, is all. Maybe you should have to earn it."
"Earn it? You mean chores? Or are you going to pimp me out? I could start by flashing the pizza guy to get our food for free."
Paul thought for a moment and then jokingly called my bluff. "Sure, yeah. Do that."
As if on cue the doorbell rang. I stood up, naked, and looked at the door. Paul and I locked eyes for a moment and I burst out laughing. "Nah, too cliché." I retreated to the bathroom while Paul paid for the pizza, which he then placed on the kitchen table.
I came out in my bathrobe and reached for the box, only for Paul to slap the lid down again. "Just a minute," he said with mock seriousness. "If I always have to pay, just for my own self respect there has to be some kind of token contribution from you."
"OK, suppose I eat naked?" I suggested, beginning to undo the sash on my robe.
"That's a start. But let's say eat naked and... a photo session tomorrow."
We both knew he could just as well order me to pose naked for him and I'd never say no. I had certainly done it enough times before. But this was much more fun.
"Deal," I said with actual sincerity. "I agree that tomorrow I will earn my pizza as a naughty model."
Paul nodded and gave me the little smile that means he's pleased with himself. Then we settled down to demolish the pizza. He stayed dressed while I sat on my folded up robe. I think Paul was mostly just amused, but it gave me a bit of a twinge. I had to get naked in order to eat. It was the sort of thing that could make my mind go places.
***
There was leftover pizza the next day which I looked forward to for lunch. But first a run, which would allow me to rationalize the carbs. I came back invigorated and hungry to find Paul at his desk reading. He turned and leered at me in my running outfit. He always did like me sweaty.
"Shower, then lunch, ok?" I said as I headed for the bathroom. "Heat it up, will you? I'm starving," I added, over my shoulder.
Ten minutes later I emerged with my hair in a towel. I did not smell pizza.
"I think you forgot something." Paul was standing in front of me, camera in hand.
"Oh." It suddenly came back to me. Still a fun idea, but I was hungry after my run. "Later, OK?"
"No. Not OK." Paul was looking at me very seriously.
Going over to him, I turned on the charm. Putting my arms around him, I used my most loving voice. "Paul honey, I just did a run and I'm super hungry. You can take pictures of me any time. Let's eat."
He shook his head. "We made a deal. Photo shoot for pizza."
He was serious. Or rather, serious within our play dynamic. I knew I could end this any time by simply stepping out of character, so to speak. But now I was curious how far Paul would take this scenario.
"What if I don't want to? You shouldn't be making me get naked and pose for smutty photos in return for food. It's ex-ploy-tative," I said, annunciating each syllable separately.
I saw the briefest glimmer of his amusement as we both realized... it was on.
But he merely shrugged. "I can live with that." Putting down the camera, he put the leftover pizza in the oven and began heating it. I was confused.
Then he began setting the table. For one.
Moments passed. He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow, while I stared back uncertainly. Then I began to smell pizza. Paul noticed. "Hungry?"
I nodded.
"You know what we agreed on. What's it going to be?" He nodded toward the camera.
This was a sure fire way to draw me into a scene, and Paul knew it. Give me a situation that makes me feel submissive, presents a challenge and gets my back up... my mind will run away with it. Instantly, I decided to dig in. I crossed my arms and sat down at the empty end of the table. "Won't!"
Paul shrugged again as he took the pizza from the oven. It smelled heavenly. He put the box on the table between us and helped himself to a slice. He left the lid open.
Still looking at me with amusement, he began eating. I sat, looking as stubborn as possible, but my posture was already drooping. God, that pepperoni looked nice and greasy. Paul kept his eyes on me as he ate, waiting for me to break. One slice was soon gone and he started on a second.
He was enjoying this. I glared. "You can't make me get naked for food. I won't do it."
Paul shrugged again, which only maddened me further. "We'll see."
Down to the last few bites of his second slice. There was one left in the box. My stomach was growling. Still, I sat proudly stubborn.
Finished with his two slices, Paul now peered into the box and back at me. He wiped his hands, pushed his chair back and looked me dead in the eye. "Don't touch it."
"Paul, wait..."
But he didn't respond and left the room. I was left sitting at the table, staring at the lovely last slice of pizza. Again, I could have ended the game at any time. But I wanted to play. And though I was proud, I was also a sub. I was going to play to lose.
I was also actually hungry.
When Paul came back he found me still in my chair, but naked. Eyes down, I held out the camera to him. He left me hanging. I put down the camera and looked up questioningly. Paul was shaking his head. "The price just went up."
"What? That's not fair!"
"Fine." He picked up the pizza box and held it over the garbage pail.
"No! No! We can talk about it..." I pleaded dramatically.
"You're not in much of a position to negotiate."
"I'm starving!"
"Tough." With that, he put the pizza back on the table and loomed over me. He had that hard look in his eye as he stared me down. Me naked and powerless, him fully dressed. Normally that made me wet, but I was very, very hungry.
"It's 12:30 now. You will sit at the table and wait for thirty minutes. Then, I get a blowjob. After that, you can eat."
"Half an hour?!"
"Make that a full hour."
"But..." I stopped before I made it worse. Then I did what I yearned for, but was still always difficult. I looked him in the eye... and submitted. "Yes, sir."
"Tell me. What are you going to do?"
Very aware of my nakedness and the fact that I'd lost, I said, "I'm going to wait 60 minutes, and then I'm going to suck cock for my food."
Paul put his mouth next to my ear and said, "Good girl."
Fifty-five minutes later I hadn't moved from my chair. Nor had I taken my eyes off the pizza. Paul noticed this and I couldn't tell if he was impressed, or concerned that I had gone around the bend. I had occupied myself by thinking of something I learned about in psychology class - the marshmallow test. It's a classic experiment intended to gauge self control and impulsiveness. You put someone in a room with a marshmallow on a plate, tell them they can either eat it now and that's all they get, or they will be given several more if they can wait for a certain period of time.
The results are less interesting than the strategies. Of course, some just give up and eat the marshmallow. But the people who don't often try to distract themselves by looking out the window or turning their backs in an effort to not think about it. But I related to the few badasses who sat down and just stared at the marshmallow until time was up. They accepted the situation and absorbed the pain. I focused on this, and how it would show Paul I was fully committed to my submission.
The final minutes passed and Paul returned to the kitchen. I looked up at him, hungry as hell. "Ready to earn your food?" I nodded back with utter seriousness. He took me roughly by the upper arm and pushed me to my knees next to the table. The tiles were cold and hurt a little, which only sent me further into sub-space.
Paul slowly pulled out his cock. As usual when we were playing out a scene, he was hard and ready. I glared up at him, savoring the unfairness. I loved the feeling of finally losing. "The sooner you take care of this, the sooner you eat." I put my hand on it and felt the warmth. I looked up at him once more, seethed in "anger" and slowly knelt up higher to put it in my mouth. He sighed as I took him straight to the back of my throat.
I'm a little competitive when it comes to sucking cock. From the beginning of my sexual experiences I loved it so much and I wanted to be as good as possible. Now I take such pride in my skills I wouldn't dream of slacking off and doing a lesser job, even when being unfairly "forced". My approach to blowjobs mostly centers on enthusiasm. Actual physical skills count, of course. I know how to keep my teeth away, take a cock deep and vary the pace and type of stimulation. But I believe eye contact, eagerness and obvious enjoyment count just as much. I don't just give a blowjob - I worship that cock. I want to make the guy feel like a king, and make it obvious that I'm loving being on my knees for him.
This is what keeps them coming back. Paul has enjoyed a lot of my attentions, and shows no sign of boredom. As usual, I started slow and gradually built up intensity. Soon he couldn't resist the urge to control my pace a bit, and put a hand firmly on the back of my head. So together, we pushed his cock into my mouth. Before he cums, Paul often taunts me with whatever dirty idea appeals to him in the moment. It's amazing how often it's exactly what is on my mind too. "You like earning meals on your knees?"
Keeping his cock in my mouth I nodded urgently. "Uh-huh!"
"You're going to do more of this, you know."
Now I paused and stroked his cock. Looking him in the eye I said with heartfelt urgency, "Yes, do it - Make me earn my keep!"
"And it's not going to be just blowjobs."
Another quick pause to stroke. "Blowjobs are for food. I'll pay the rent on my back."
He nodded and patted my head. "Good girl." I squirmed with delight at that. Being called a 'good girl' is my favorite reward.
Another point of blowjob technique is of course what you do at the end, and here again I have an approach I use to distinguish myself. I had long ago decided it wasn't enough to just not be a cum-dodger. I let a guy know I'm there for him in any way at all. I'll swallow, I'll take it on my face, I'll lick it up and I'll do it gladly and thankfully. It's only right, I think. My partners seem to enjoy me telling them this as much as the act.
But today Paul decided to avail himself of a more nuanced Coup De Grace. It was the final twist of the knife to add to my lunchtime humiliation. I didn't hesitate when he told me what he wanted. When he got close I took his cock from my mouth, taking care first to make sure it was very wet. Then I stroked it firmly. A moment later I felt it grow harder and cupped my other hand beneath the head. Paul's knees buckled a little as I coaxed the orgasm from him, continuing the firm strokes until the spurts began to subside. I wrung a few more drops from him as Paul's whole body spasmed from the pleasure.
Having caught it all in my left hand I looked up at him innocently for a moment. I gave a knowing smirk before raising my hand to smear the cum all over my face. I only made a few passes, not wanting to rub it in completely, then looked up with my most angelic smile. I was made to leave it on my face while I ate.
It was the best pizza I ever tasted.
***
After completing an otherwise normal day Paul was primed and ready for more that night. We were both loving this idea of me having to earn my privileges, and our brief blowjob discussion set the stage for our evening activities.
He didn't ask, he ordered me to spread my legs. Then he had his way with me, often whispering in my ear that it was now his right to fuck me when he wanted because I wasn't paying rent. Of course, in our relationship he could already have me any time he wanted. But we were both into this new idea, which made it feel new and dirty all over again.
I crossed my wrists over my head and Paul obligingly seized them, pinning me down. I kept dutifully quiet while he fucked me roughly, only letting out a few gasps and cries to demonstrate how cruel an ordeal I was "forced" to endure. Oh, it was just awful, let me tell you. I think I only had three or four orgasms.
Knowing full well the power I have over him in this situation, toward the end I couldn't resist the dirty talk we both loved. Paul was pounding away at me as I put my lips to his ear. "Am I doing a good job paying my rent?"
Paul grunted and nodded.
"Once isn't enough to cover a whole month," I said solemnly. "So you get pussy whenever you want."
He groaned, loving my submissiveness. I spread my legs a little wider.
"I want to be a good tenant. You should make me pay up every day. However you want."
"You may regret that you little slut!" he cried, the orgasm taking him. Paul heaved and I moved my hips with him, making sure he had the longest, most intense orgasm possible. Soon we were drifting off to sleep, and my last thought was to wonder how he might make me "regret" this latest game. I sort of hoped he would.
***
I sometimes absently think about how my relationship might sound crazy to others. I don't care if it does, you understand, but I do sort of wonder. I suppose the opposite end of the spectrum are people like my aunt and uncle - individual twin beds. I doubt very much they have a lot of sexual satisfaction. But that's fine for them too if it works, so no judgment.
Lucky, lucky, lucky. Although raised in a family that didn't talk openly about sex, and by a mother who worked hard to keep me from disgracing her, I grew up to enjoy sex very much. The key there is enjoyment, not merely being free of guilt. Not sure how I came out this way, but I'm thankful.
Not to say there aren't challenging times. There are still moments where I question what I'm doing, and Paul, bless him, does enjoy testing me. The days after our pizza scene were busy with work and school. Not as much play time, unfortunately. But the weekend brought a new "ordeal".
We went to see a band play at a dive bar, meeting a group of friends including Aaron, who often hung out with us. Paul liked me to show off a little when we went out, so I dressed up. I was going for just a hint of naughty schoolgirl. Skirt, little button up sweater, glasses. Braids? No, too much. I settled for a fairly prim pony tail, but made sure there was a good amount of skin showing between the skirt and sweater. Paul liked seeing my belly, and if I lifted my arms the sweater could rise to bottom of my breasts.
Our group took over one of the longer tables and I headed for the stage. I danced gleefully and when the guitar player gave out a pick after a few songs I was the lucky recipient. He got a big smile and a curtsy to show off my skirt. Back at our table I proudly presented Paul with my prize and sat down. "Put that in your wallet until we get home?"
Paul shook his head. "Can't. Forgot my wallet."
That was unlike him. Looking at the array of drinks in front of us I asked, "How did we get these?"
He motioned toward our friend. "Aaron covered it. Thanks, man."
Aaron nodded over his glass. "You bet."
Paul stood up. "Going to hit the head." Then to Aaron, "Hey, since you're covering drinks for now I guess she's your date until you get paid back." He nudged me toward Aaron, making it look playful. I went along and draped myself across him, waving as Paul left for the bathroom.
Aaron made room for me next to him on the inside of the table, which meant Paul would have to sit on the other side of Aaron. That's exactly what happened when he returned, which raised an eyebrow or two among our friends. I've always been physically friendly when I'm comfortable with people, and I knew Aaron well. I let him put his arm around me, and noticed he wasn't shy about leaving it on exposed skin. No problem, kind of fun. I gave Paul a little smile and small shrug.
Aaron was enjoying the attention, and moving his hand on me, Petting, feeling my smooth skin. He moved to my thigh, my knee. Then back to my middle. Now up my back, and I'm sure he noticed the lack of a bra strap. On the next trip down my thigh he left his hand there.
The waitress happened to come by at this moment and I decided to push it a little. "Aaron, is it OK if I get another drink?"
"Sure, whatever you'd like."
"Thanks! Miss, I'll have another Manhattan, please." As I said it, I moved Aaron's hand from on top of my skirt to under it. I spread my thighs a little too and made sure he noticed. Paul also noticed, most likely because I caught his eye and very obviously nodded toward my legs. He picked up his drink and gave me a shrug as if it was out of his hands.
Emboldened now, Aaron resumed his exploration. While carrying on a conversation with people in our group, he slid one hand all over my legs, my ass and up my back. His other hand circled my back and reached for the exposed skin on my belly, thankfully hidden from view by the table.
Although I had started this game, I was a little surprised at how quickly Aaron had taken me up on it. But I was also really enjoying his touch. His hands on my smooth skin were lovely, and when he gave my ass a little squeeze I tried not to let it show on my face. On his next pass over my thighs Aaron worked his fingers gently toward the gusset of my panties. He touched me just long enough to feel my heat, when I suddenly stood up. "I'll be back," I said quickly and as cheerfully as possible. Walking toward the bathroom I again caught Paul's eye and indicated he should follow.
A moment later he met me in the hallway near the restrooms. "Aaron is taking some liberties," I told him. "His hands are all over me. Next he'll be feeling me up right there at the table."
"He is covering our drinks," Paul countered.
I stepped closer. "Are you saying what I think you are?"
"Are you?"
This was Paul's way of giving me an out. As much as I liked being "forced", he always checked in to make sure I wasn't doing something I really didn't want to do. Not that he really had to worry, but I appreciated it so much. Quite some time ago I had explained my outlook to him as similar to people who like horror movies. Nobody wants to actually witness a murder or atrocity - it's the make-believe and safety that make it fun.
My choice was to keep the game going, "Well, he is taking care of our drinks, so it's only right that he should be treated with respect and gratitude until he's paid back."
"That's a nice way of saying it."
"Saying what?" I asked.
"That you're going to pay for our drinks with your ass. You know what that makes you, right?"
I nodded, put my mouth to his ear and breathed, "A whore."
I smiled wickedly and went to the ladies' room. When I returned to the table Aaron picked up where he left off. Or rather, I picked up his hand and put it back under my skirt. As casually as possible his palm covered my knee, upper leg, inner thigh and then abruptly stopped. He had realized I was no longer wearing my panties. Aaron looked at me questioningly and I just smiled and eased my legs apart a bit more.
Soon I was not able to participate in the table's conversation. I was just trying to stay quiet. Aaron began slowly, just teasing the outside of my pussy. But I was so wet and open his fingers couldn't avoid going deeper. I looked helplessly over at Paul, who knew exactly what was happening. He saw me gasp when Aaron slipped a finger inside me, saw me begin rhythmically moving my hips as subtlety as possible when he stroked my clit. This went on for some minutes.
Pretending I was cold, I took Paul's jacket and draped it over my lap. Under this cover I touched Aaron for the first time. He had an enormous hard-on in his jeans, which I touched and squeezed. If there had been more privacy I might have tried to unzip him.
But fortunately, the evening was ending. Unsurprisingly, Paul offered Aaron a ride home which he quickly accepted. He lived some distance past our house, but I was beginning to suspect this ride was going to happen no matter how inconvenient it might have been. Not sure how, but I found myself in the back seat with Aaron while Paul drove. He didn't seem sure what Paul and I were OK with, so he resisted the urge to go further than furtively feeling me up some more. I let out a few gasps that Paul could hear, just to see what would happen, but he appeared not to notice. However, he did remark that we would stop by our place first so he could get his wallet.
Aaron's hands were quietly all over me while we drove. As usual, my mind was bringing me deeper into the scenario. Lately I was very taken with the idea of earning my keep with Paul through slutty acts. Now I was in a situation where he was having me entertain a friend until he could be paid. It was degrading and possibly taking things too far, and I fucking loved it.
My hand went to Aaron's bulge again and he groaned. Paul finally asked, "Everything OK back there?"
I leaned over the seat to tell him, "I'm just making sure he feels well treated until he gets his money."
"Good girl."
I was felt up the whole way home, while I occasionally stroked Aaron's bulge through his pants. He was so hard, and I was beginning to wonder if he would make it to the house.
When we pulled into the driveway I made an effort to straighten my clothes. Paul went in the house first, Aaron and I followed. He had his hand on my ass. It was unspoken, but it felt like something was going to happen. Otherwise, Paul would have just ran inside and retrieved his wallet.
We sat down in the living room, Paul handed out bottles of water and turned on music. I was wondering how we might ease into things if anything was going to happen. Maybe we could watch a movie, I could cuddle up to Aaron...
But Paul just came straight out with it. "Shay, I don't know where my wallet is just now. So you need to pay back Aaron for the drinks."
I looked at them both and nodded demurely.
"Do you have enough cash to give him?"
I shook my head.
To Aaron now, he asked, "You OK with taking payment another way?"
"Oh, yeah."
Looking at me seriously now, Paul said, "Shay, I want you to get on your knees by the couch and wait."
To Aaron again, "It's going to be just a blowjob OK?" Will that cover it?" Aaron nodded, clearly feeling very lucky and grateful. "Go for it, man."
Being on my knees in preparation for a blowjob was a familiar position for me. Comforting, even. But I wanted to really feel this, so I reminded myself I was paying a debt. I was going to suck a cock in lieu of money. I was on my knees not for my own enjoyment, or even as a girlfriend, but as a whore. I couldn't wait.
Aaron came over to the couch and sat down in front of me. I was on my knees with my hands clasped behind my back. Paul addressed me rather formally: "Shay, are you ready to pay up?"
I nodded, looked up at Aaron and began undoing his pants. He was still rock hard and I needed his help taking his pants off without hurting him. Soon he was naked from the waist down and I slid up until my nose was alongside his cock. I inhaled his scent, and I could see Aaron was thrilled to see my face next to his hardness. I gave a few licks, teasing him and enjoyed seeing him twitch. But I wanted to live up to my title as a whore for the evening. So I took his hand, placed it firmly on the back of my head and helped him push my mouth down onto his cock.
He reacted with loud moans and seemed surprised at my enthusiasm. I always enjoy giving an aggressive, slutty blowjob to a guy who is used to a more demure girl. Aaron was clearly loving it, so I put on a show. I deep throated him, rubbed his cock on my face and reminded him he could push down on my head whenever he wanted. If I was going to pay a debt on my knees, I wanted it to be memorable for both of us.
After I worked on Aaron for a while Paul had another surprise for me. "Is she doing a good job?"
"Hell yeah," Aaron gasped. "She had me rock hard from the moment she touched me under the table."
"The table? Shay, did you touch Aaron's cock at the bar?"
I lifted up from Aaron's cock and nodded. "In the car, too."
"Well, I didn't realize you had done that. That's teasing. And what's the rule about teasing?"
This was something from our role playing, and I knew my part. "I'm not allowed to be a tease."
"So what do good girls do?"
"They don't tease. They take it."
"That's right," Paul said. "I think you withheld that on purpose. Aaron, if you don't mind I'm going to reinforce this so she doesn't forget."
Aaron was holding my ponytail and thrusting into my mouth, but he nodded to Paul enthusiastically. Good multitasking I mused, while I wondered if this was going where I thought it was.
Paul strode over to us and said to Aaron, "If you'll excuse me." He then took my ponytail from him and hauled me to my feet. To me he said menacingly, "Panties - hand them to me."
"They're already off," I gasped. He was pulling hard on my hair.
"Good." With that, he threw me face down over the large footrest. Paul was undoing his zipper. "Keep sucking him."
Things really started to happen at that point. Aaron moved to present his cock to me again, Paul flipped up my skirt and spit on his hand to wet his own cock, and I prepared to be taken by two guys simultaneously for the first time.
I was deep into sub-space at this point, which means despite everything escalating quickly, it had a slow quality from my point of view. I mostly remember it as a series of layered feelings. Surprise that Paul would subject me to this on short notice, despite the fact that we had discussed it endlessly and I knew it would happen one day. Shyness, stemming from my still being more or less dressed. Being bent over with my skirt flipped up for access is degrading and always makes me feel a little humiliated. None of these were negative emotions, mind you. I was just interested in how they all occurred at once. I also felt a powerful urge to do a good job. As I said, I take pride in my skills and I wanted to acquit myself well on the occasion of my first spit roast. I leaned into that and tried not to miss a beat on Aaron's cock while Paul took me rather roughly from behind.
That brought on another feeling: shock of the real. It was happening. Two men were using my body. Not taking turns on the same day, which I had done before. I had two cocks to worship now. And I tried to keep in mind I was doing it because I had a debt to pay.
Paul had apparently gotten very aroused watching Aaron use my mouth, and there was little build-up. He gave it to me hard from the start, and I enjoyed the idea that I was now taking it like a good girl. No teasing. I arched my back a bit to give him a better angle. At the same time I made sure Aaron's blowjob wasn't interrupted. This was challenging, and I had never considered how being taken from behind would affect my rhythm.
I needn't have worried because Aaron breathlessly told Paul, "Keep doing her hard, man. It sends my cock to the back of her throat." Paul nodded and continued, while I flushed and got even wetter from the boys talking about me like I wasn't even there. It was short lived though, because Paul soon used my hair to pull me to my feet.
"Strip."
I was suddenly shy again and felt very small between the boys. It would also be the first time Aaron saw me naked. When I hesitated Paul yanked my skirt down and put my arms up so he could pull off my sweater. He held my wrists above my head and slowly rotated me on my tiptoes, letting Aaron look. I was gone now, way off in sub-space. I barely felt it when I was pushed to my knees again and presented with two hard cocks to suck.
Again, this was something we had talked about. I remembered agreeing with Paul some weeks ago when he said every good slut should learn to take care of two cocks. If only to remind her of her place. Wanting to make him proud I went at it eagerly. First I cleaned Paul's cock, which had just come out of my wet pussy. This was an act I was accustomed to, but Aaron seemed surprised when I made noises of deep enjoyment, as if I were eating a favorite food. Then the boys closed in on me and I saw two hard cocks up close, waiting to be pleasured. Keeping my hands in my lap, I craned my neck and just rubbed up against them, letting them slide on my smooth cheeks. It felt lovely and very submissive. I made more noises of enjoyment, occasionally opening my eyes to look at the boys. They helped by lightly slapping my face with their cocks, and pulling my hair to move my face around. It was so dirty, and I'm so glad I got to experience it.
But soon enough they wanted me to move it along. As I had agreed, no teasing, just taking it. So for a few minutes my mouth was used, going back and forth between the two. I moved my hands behind my back so the boys knew they could take turns at their pleasure. Thankfully, Paul didn't choose this moment to squeeze my nipples, as he often does when I suck cock. I wanted to enjoy the novelty of this experience without distraction.
The scene had taken its toll on the boys, and they couldn't last forever. Especially Aaron, who must have been blindsided by all of this. He began showing signs of losing control, so I started to concentrate on him. Paul saw too and encouraged him to take hold of my hair. There was no doubt I was going to swallow for Aaron. He obviously had no thought of doing anything but letting it go in my mouth, so I relaxed and implicitly let him know I wasn't going anywhere.
Aaron seemed almost surprised to cum. I've seen that before when a guy is having an intense experience. I had Paul's cock in one hand, but focused on Aaron as he gave me a very big mouthful. He went for some time, and I held still so he could finish completely. When I was sure he was done I slowly pulled back, looked up at him and swallowed. With a smile I said, "Yum. Thank you!"
He slumped back on the couch, but I had more work to do. Paul's cock was hard in my hand and seeing me take care of Aaron had primed him for the big finale too. Hand skills are a big part of blowjobs, which I'm told many girls neglect. I had this in mind from my earliest sexual experiences, and now I dipped into my cache of tricks. Lubrication is key, and he was still wet from my mouth. I used this to stroke the sensitive area behind the head while keeping him aimed at my face. I looked serenely up at him while I worked, using my other hand to tease his balls.
"Take my phone, Aaron." Paul said with some urgency as he picked up the device from the nearby table.
The timing was just right, and Aaron had the video recorder up and running a few moments before Paul unloaded on my face. He could have recorded it himself, as his hands were free. But I'm sure it was much nicer to just enjoy it and let Aaron play cameraman. I stroked him steadily and made sure none of it went to waste. Paul considered this a critical skill, and I was well practiced at stroking a cock onto my own face. In truth, it was something I taught myself years ago, but that's a story for another time.
Aaron moved around a little to capture the tableaux from all angles. I sat still on my knees, my posture proudly erect. This wasn't the first time I'd had my photo taken with cum on my face either. But this felt extra slutty. Aaron seemed surprised and impressed when I looked up at Paul and said my customary 'thank you', but kept the camera steady.
Paul waved at Aaron, indicating he could put the phone aside and they both sat down to recover. I smiled shyly at them as I scooped cum from my face into my mouth and got to my feet. Still turned on, I was going to need more attention from Paul later. But for now I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, proud as could be that I'd done well with two guys for the first time.
"Goodnight Aaron," I called. "Thanks again for the drinks."
