I looked at our audience. Patty was licking her lips, apparently relishing her memories of having my semen in her mouth earlier. Wendy and Camille were both staring at the scene, open mouthed.
Obviously, I had reduced Kristen to the status of a common whore in front of her classmates.
I looked down. My penis was no longer fully erect, but Kristen was still sucking me, trying to get as much of my delicious taste into her mouth. Her tongue was still making circles underneath my shaft. I could see the whiteness of my slime covering my shaft as it continued to push in and out of her mouth.
I decided to pull out of her warm sucking mouth, and it left her lips with an audible "pop."
"Now ask permission," I instructed Kristen. I indicated the three girls, who were still staring at her, telling her that she needed to ask permission from them to swallow.
"May I… um… swoll-owe?" Kristen said, her mouth full of my seed.
The three girls looked at her, still finding it hard to believe that she had sunk so low so quickly.
"I guess," said Wendy.
"Sure," answered Camille.
"Ask Jim," said Patty, smiling wickedly.
Kristen turned to me, and repeated her muffled question.
Instead of answering Kristen directly, I asked the three girls, "Does anybody want to share with Kristen?"
Patty quickly volunteered, surprising her two friends.
I returned my attention to Kristen and said, "Give Patty a French kiss, and you can swallow whatever’s left."
Kristen had a defeated look on her face and moved toward Patty on her knees.
Patty stood up, and lifted Kristen to her feet. The two girls kissed, and we could all tell that Patty and Kristen were sharing my come between them.
As they kissed, I asked Patty softly, "Would you like a picture to remember this by?"
Patty quickly shook her head "no," and continued kissing, apparently to Kristen’s dismay.
Finally, the two girls broke it off.
Kristen swallowed audibly, finally able to empty her weary and slimy mouth.
Patty had a smile as she swallowed the semen she was able to take from Kristen’s mouth.
I turned to Miss Rich Princess, and said, "Kristen, we’re going to let you go. But let me walk you out."
Kristen bent down to pick up her blouse and bra, but I told her "Leave them there. Come on, let’s go."
While Kristen was blowing me, I had a rather sinister idea. "That blow job will be fifty dollars, Kristen."
Kristen looked at me as if I was crazy. There was no way that she’d ever PAY a boy — let alone a fifteen year old — money for her to perform oral sex. I just looked at her expectantly.
However, Kristen’s hands brought up her purse, and she opened her wallet and pulled out two twenty dollar bills and two fives. She had a defeated look on her face.
"Cool," I said, pocketing her money. "By the way, you will continue to be addicted to my dick and my sperm. And you won’t be able to achieve orgasm any more unless you have my sperm in your mouth."
Kristen eyes went wide.
I continued, "Also… I want you to know that today’s fifty dollars was just my introductory rate. From now on, it will be a hundred. You can make arrangements for my services with Patty. Do a nice job, treat the girls nicely, and I may release you from your punishment. Do you understand?"
Kristen looked at me as if I were a monster.
"I said, do you understand?" There was a bit of a threat in my voice.
"Yes," Kristen answered, looking at her feet.
"Wait… I have a gift for you," I said. I turned back toward Wendy’s living room. "Wendy, do you have the picture of Miss Rich Princess blowing me?"
"Yeah," Wendy answered.
"Bring it here," I asked.
Wendy arrived with the picture. It was a pretty good shot.
I took the picture from Wendy and handed it to Kristen. She looked confused. I guess she had thought that I was going to use it a blackmail. But I knew having my tickets would not make blackmail necessary.
"This is your picture. You will keep it safe, and you will look at it every day, and remember what you did here. It will make you horny. You won’t be able to tell anybody what happened, but you’ll think about this every day. It will make you horny as hell, but, of course, you won’t achieve orgasm. Unless… you know…!"
Wendy looked confused about the "you know" part, but Kristen just hung her head in defeat.
"Good. We’ll see you around."
"But… I’m topless!" Kristen complained.
I shrugged. "Not our problem. Do you want me to tell you to offer any boys that you see for the rest of the day a free suck on your lovely titties?"
Kristen blanched. "NO!"
"Then be glad that I’m feeling generous, huh?"
I opened the front door and watched a defeated Princess sprint topless toward her Camaro. Too bad there weren’t any neighbors watching.
I closed the door behind her, standing with Wendy.
"That was intense," said Wendy. "I would have bet money she’d never suck you. How did you do that?"
I smiled at Wendy. "Sometimes, I can be quite convincing."
Wendy said, mostly under her breath, "I know." I think she was remembering her putting on masturbation show for me and her two friends. I had never given them an order to forget it, and Patty told me that she had remembered it.
"But we’re friends, aren’t we?" I asked Wendy.
"Of course!" Wendy giggled. She moved closer to me and kissed me on my cheek.
I was so glad that I was able to shoot my load when Kristen was there. I considered what Patty had told me about my only being a friend to Wendy and Camille.
When Wendy and I got back to the living room, Patty and Cammie were in the middle of a conversation.
"I mean, with her brother?" Patty was saying.
"Yeah," Camille responded. "Makes you think that her life wasn’t all peaches and cream."
I interrupted. "That still doesn’t forgive her for making so many other people’s lives miserable."
Camille nodded. "True. But still…"
I said, "And it wasn’t like this was the first time she ever sucked a dick. That girl knew what she was doing."
The three girls snickered.
I pointed to the Polaroids on the cocktail table of a topless Kristen. "Let’s see how Kristen reacts to her punishment. We’ll see if the tiger changes her stripes. Until then, I don’t think we’ll need these pictures as blackmail. Huh?"
The three girls shook their heads no.
I turned to Wendy. "You mind if I keep them for now? I intend to give them all to Kristen eventually if she turns over a new leaf."
"Sure, Jim," said Wendy, picking them up and handing them to me.
I looked at the time. I was due to be in for dinner by six and it was getting close.
"Can one of you give me and Patty a ride back home?"
Patty answered, "My car is across the street, Jim."
"It is?" I asked. I hadn’t noticed.
"Yeah," Patty answered. "I drove it here this morning, remember?"
Oh, yeah. Wendy had driven her to my house, since Patty hadn’t been given permission to park in front of my house yet. "So could you give me a ride home, Patty?"
"Sure thing," Patty answered, smirking.
On my way out, both Wendy and Camille gave me a kiss on the cheek. Camille even whispered in my ear that she might be interested in a little one-on-one with me if I was ever in the mood. I was more than a bit surprised. That certainly wasn’t anything to do with my tickets. Or was it?
In Patty’s car, Patty said, "I really hope I never get you pissed off."