Page 104 of Tito

I shrugged. “It’s either her or you. I guess that decision is yours.”

“We’ll get this problem solved right now.” She reached for my hand. “Come on.”

I followed her toward the dressing rooms, limping and complaining the entire way. Once we were inside one of the private booths, she pushed the door closed and faced me.

“Get up on the bench,” she said. “That way no one will see two sets of feet in here.”

I fought to keep from smiling. “Okay.”

“Even if it hurts, you’ve got to be quiet,” she whispered.

“I’ll do my best,” I assured her, groveling in pain as I crawled onto the bench. “It’s just…this pain is…it’s fucking awful.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice sincerely apologetic. “I didn’t know this was going to happen. I was just having fun.”

“At my expense,” I complained.

While I stood on the bench in front of her, she unbuckled my belt. Using caution, she unzipped my jeans and reached into my boxers. When her hand cupped my scrotum, I folded at the waist in phony pain.

“Be careful,” I whined. “They’re killing me.”

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “They feel huge.”

With everything still nestled inside my boxers, she couldn’t see a thing. She relied solely on her memory of what my balls felt like, which was obviously skewed by my complaints.

“They are huge,” I said. “Someone didn’t bother finishing her job.”

She scowled playfully. “I’m finishing it now.”

I wanted to tell her it was all a big joke, but I couldn’t break my promise to Raymond. Feeling guilty, I watched greedily as she took me into her mouth.

Completely mesmerized by her oral fortitude, I stood in awe while she bobbed her head with the determination of a woman hoping to free herself of the guilt brought on by the previous night’s antics.

She excited me so deeply that I often reached climax in a matter of minutes, instead of hours. Succeed-or-bust blowjobs—like the one she was giving me—apparently reduced that time from minutes to seconds.

I arched my back and closed my eyes. The sound of my irregular breathing filled the small room.

Driven wild by the thought of completing her task, she gripped my ass firmly in her hands and repeatedly pounded the soft palate of her throat against the tip of my dick.

A tingling sensation surged from my scrotum to the tip of my cock. A low moan escaped me.

My entire body shuddered. Without warning, I erupted into her mouth.

She allowed the fruit of her labor to pulse into her throat. When it was over, she pulled away and met my guilt-infused gaze.

“All better?” she asked.

I let out a lengthy sigh and opened my eyes. “Yeah.”

“You came a ton.” She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “I’m so sorry I did that to you.”

With my half-hard cock dangling between my legs and my mind floating in the heavens above, I stood on the bench wishing I could tell her the truth. Wallowing knee-deep in guilt, I reached for my jeans.

The door to the dressing room burst open. Raymond stood in the middle of the opening, wide-eyed.

His eyes shot from Reggie to my dangling cock. Then, they darted back to Reggie. “I can’t live with myself,” he announced. “I’m not worthy of either of your friendships.”

“Raymond!” Reggie gasped. “We’re—”