You tell me to get on my knees. I obey. Pants are hastily removed, and I find myself staring at a throbbing cock from up close. It seems big, but I have little experience. At your command, I grab it, the tip of my tongue exploring its head.
"Do you do like my boyfriend's cock, bitch?" you ask me. I nod eagerly. I do like it, though it is not why I accepted this invitation, and you know it. Whether you chose me because you knew I wasn't going to be a threat to tempt him away from you or because you knew I wouldn't embarass you by refusing doesn't matter. I am here, and so are you, about to be naked before me.
"How's your gift? Does she give good head?" you ask him, and he moans, but then asks you to join in as well. As you kneel beside me, I take it deeper in my mouth to see your reaction. You hold my head as it bobs back and forth, then as I take a break to catch my breath, you lick his balls, then slowly move up the shaft - you are showing off your skill, but as you reach the head, our eyes lock, our tongues touch and we share a kiss. I take the opportunity to run my hand down your back, and slide a finger in your wet cunt from behind. You bite your bottom lip and keep sucking him, but your right hand gropes my ass, and you seek eye contact with me, not him. Point to me.
He pulls his cock out of your mouth and you remember I am supposed to be a birthday gift for him. You pull me back by my hair, short as it is, to let him admire me from the front, and then tell me to get on all fours. I do as you ask. You slap my ass and tell him to enjoy me.
"Don't let her expression fool you, she's a slut. She just prefers to fuck girls, don't you, slut?"
I nod again. The rudeness is uncalled for, but as you spread your legs right in front of me to masturbate as you enjoy the spectacle, I know I am getting what I want out of this bargain. Not that the other part of it is bad - on the contrary. I like how he slides his hard cock against my wet pussy before pushing it in. I like how he starts off slowly, going deeper with each thrust. I like how he picks up the pace, spurred on by your occasional cheers of "yes, fuck that bitch" or "pound her harder, don't spare her". He grabs me by the neck with one hand, holding my hands behind my back with the other, and as I am immobilised and feel his balls rythmically slapping my pussy, I decide it's high time I cashed out