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I follow Aniyah down the hallway into a small half bath, and realize the hard part of my performance is about to begin. She doesn't seem drunk at all, so I'm not sure how I’ll manage to distract her from my flaccid dick.
She pulls me into the bathroom and locks the door, and I do what's expected of me, pretending to be excited by her, pressing her against the door and kissing her. Her tongue is like a dead fish in her mouth, and I'm honestly not sure how she got my dick up before I fell for Bryant Nicks. I move my mouth down to her neck so I don't have to taste her mouth anymore. When her hand reaches for my pants, where I'm barely sporting a half-chub from the friction, I distract her by lifting her up and setting her on the sink. She opens her legs for me, and I rub her pussy through the lace of her panties. She moans and lifts my shirt.
"God, your abs are insane," she says, and her fingertips start to move lower. My brain scrambles for anything I can use.
"I don't have a condom," I say, putting a little whine into my voice like I'm suffering for it.
Her hand doesn't stop its downward descent, moving to fumble with the button on my jeans. "That's okay, I'm on the pill."
"I don't fuck without a condom," I say against her mouth, moving her hand away.
It's true, or at least it was before I started letting Bryant fuck me, but that's different. The last thing that I want is a baby mama, or an STD.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll still make you feel good." My fingers move under the edge of her panties, rubbing through the folds of her wet pussy. I don't waste time teasing her, pushing two thick fingers inside her and moving my thumb over her clit. The quicker I can get her off, the quicker I can get this over with.
Her breath comes in pants as I begin to work her over. To avoid kissing her mouth, I pull one of her breasts over her skimpy top and pull the nipple into my mouth. I suck hard and she cries out, her pussy clamping down on my fingers.
"Oh, God, Jack!" she screams, overly loud, making sure anyone in a five-foot radius of the bathroom knows what's happening in here. Luckily for her, I want them to know, too. I keep my thumb moving while she rides my hand through her orgasm. "That was so good," she purrs. "But I really want to have you in my mouth again."
I'm trying to think of a reason to protest when she says, "You can take a video of it to watch later. I know that's what you like to do, right?"
She has no idea. The idea of catching her mouth around my cock on video has my dick perking right up, but not for the reason she thinks. It's because I know what kind of reaction I'll get out of Bryant when he sees me feeding my cock to someone else.
I start to unbutton my pants and pull out my growing erection.
"Damn," she says, eyes wide. "It's bigger than I remember. If I take a picture of it, will you text it to me?”
"Sure, whatever," I say, stroking my length to keep myself hard. "You gonna suck this?"
She doesn't seem to mind my rudeness, only grins and hands me my phone back, so I can point it at her while she ties her hair back and gets on her knees. She licks my cock like an ice cream cone, looking up at the camera through her lashes. She’s acting for the camera, for me. It’s all fake. Her performance is annoying me more than my own, and I can feel my dick starting to wilt. Before it does, I grab her by the ponytail and push my cock into her mouth. Her lips stretch around me, and she gags and struggles for a moment.
"Relax your throat," I tell her, repeating the exact words that Bryant once said to me, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. "That's it. Just open up and let me in."
Using those words makes my cock jerk in her mouth. The memory of sucking him off in his office, of what it feels like to have his big cock hitting the back of my throat, is enough to have my balls tightening. Aniyah's amber eyes aren’t close enough to his hazel ones for me to keep looking at her, though, and I close my eyes and imagine it's him sucking me instead. It's enough, and in a few more harsh pumps, I'm unloading into her mouth.
"Don't swallow," I tell her. "Let me see."
She opens her mouth, and I zoom the camera in on my cum, coating her tongue and pooling in the back of her throat.
"That's it," I say.
Once the camera is off, I'm done and ready to escape this bathroom. After she fixes her clothes and I tuck my dick back into my pants, Aniyah tries to kiss me again, but I shirk her away, pushing past her to wash my hands. I'm getting ready to open the door and make a run for it, but Aniyah sulks, clearly upset about me blowing her off now that she's blown me. I'm sure I'm coming off like a complete prick, but as long as I'm not coming off as a gay prick, I don't really care. Girls like her love that shit anyway. Why else would she keep coming back for more?
"What about my picture?" she pouts.
"What?" Oh, the dick pic. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to have that floating around campus. "Fine," I mutter, rolling my eyes to the ceiling to try to keep my composure. I’m growing more impatient by the moment.
"Here, I'll do it," she says, snatching my phone. Her eyes go wide. "What is this?" she says, looking up at me, and then back at the phone with a confused look on her face.
"What?" I'm bored with this. I want to send the video so I can get punished, and then I can really get off.
"That's not your dick," she says, turning the phone to show me the picture of Bryant Nicks' erect cock. It's definitely not my dick, but it is my hand wrapped around it, which she'll be able to tell by the scar on my left thumb if I let her look long enough to notice.
"Give me that," I say, reaching for the phone back, but she holds it out of my reach.
"Why do you have a picture of some other dude's dick on your phone!" she shrieks, too loudly, and I wince. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I scramble for an excuse, trying to remain calm. Make a joke out of it. "Ha. you’d be surprised how many weirdos send me pictures of their junk. I saved that one to show the guys. I mean, look at that fucking monster. It's bigger than mine!" I exclaim, laughing like this is nothing. Like my heart isn't beating frantically in my chest, or that my mind isn't spinning out of control with fear.
