But Worick's meaty palm held Nicolas's face and directed it up to his own. Passionately, the two men connected lips and Nicolas desperately tried to get your taste out of Worick's mouth and into his.

Your lips fell open, out of surprise partly, but mostly out of lust. No one ever did this. Not in Ergastulum where hyper masculinity ran its course.

Worick peeked his eyes open to gauge your response.

Don't tell. He winked at you as he signed.

No. It's sexy.

Worick gently pushed Nicolas back so he could sign to him. But before he did that, he looked down at his hand, offended at the wetness he had felt.

Did you seriously cum on my shirt! You better buy me a new one! They're expensive, you know! Anyway... She said we're sexy. But I bought her and I want to enjoy her. Can't you find something else to do, Nic?

You suck. Fine. See you tomorrow. As he stood up, he glanced at your red face and shallow breaths. I will buy you later.

You nodded as the mysterious man disappeared into a separate room.

Do you want to have sex now? I would really like to. He raised his chin and licked his lips.

Let me see your cock. You spelled it out, forgetting the slang sign.

Oh honey, my cock looks good. Worick cracked a smile and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants; revealing black boxer briefs, taunt with his massive erection. You gulped and looked almost worried as he completely stripped.

It's... too big... for my body... You signed slowly.

You'd be surprised. Worick laughed. But it will definitely hit your cervix. He spelled out the word and you blushed. Did you brag about your whore skillset?

No one is that big in town.

Damn right, honey. Why don't you come sit on my lap and ride my cock then? His white teeth flashed at you again and you could palpably feel his ego being inflated.

Hopping off of the arm of the couch, you knew that you had a choice here. You could say no and risk Worick never buying your time again. You could say yes and risk being out of commission for the next day. You could even just offer to blow him; although at this point both of you wanted more. Quickly, Worick scrambled to retrieve a condom from his discarded pants pocket. Ripping it open, he hastily pinched the tip and rolled it all the way down his astounding member, smoothing it out. You chuckled a bit; the condom was a florescent pink.

It's strawberry flavored, in case I only got a blow job. He laughed back at you. But I see now that I'm getting the first class treatment. Now come on, before I fill the condom up.

And your body took control from your brain and Worick didn't help. Greedily, he guided your sopping wet opening right onto his cloaked member which was indeed oozing into the bright condom. But he didn't force you down. Instead, his lips wrapped around the peak of your right breast while his fingers traveled to the other. You moaned as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud, slowly lowering yourself further and further down his member until you finally felt hi pelvis meet your own body.

Pulling back and leaning back on his one hand, Worick looked at you deviously and signed a simple sign.

Good girl.