Ron sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting nervously as he glanced at his girlfriend, Sally. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her lips.
“So, you want me to swallow, huh?” Sally teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Ron swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, it would be really hot.”
Sally’s smirk widened. “Alright, Ron. I’ll do it, but on one condition.”
Ron looked at her expectantly, his heart pounding. “What’s that?”
“You have to swallow your own first.”
Ron’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected this twist. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me. If you want me to swallow, you have to do it too. Think you can handle that?” Sally’s tone was challenging, but there was a glint of excitement in her eyes.
Ron hesitated, the thought both arousing and intimidating him. Finally, he nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Sally walked over to the bed, her smile turning softer, more encouraging. “Good boy. Now, let’s get you in position.”
Ron laid back on the bed, legs spread as Sally knelt between them. She took him into her mouth, her warm tongue swirling expertly. Ron’s breath hitched, his body tensing with pleasure. Sally worked him skillfully, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Just as he was about to climax, she pulled back, guiding his hand to his own erection. “Finish yourself off, Ron. Aim for your mouth.”
Ron took a deep breath, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He began stroking himself, his eyes locked with Sally’s. She watched him intently, her own desire evident. Finally, he reached his peak, his release spurting into his open mouth. He swallowed, the taste and the act itself sending a shiver down his spine.
Sally grinned, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Good job, Ron. You did it.”
Unbeknownst to them, their neighbor, Lana, had been watching through the window. She had moved in next door a few months ago, a stunning woman with a penchant for mischief. She had always found Ron attractive and had taken a special interest in him. When she saw the intimate scene unfold, she couldn’t resist capturing it on her phone.
The next day, Lana approached Ron as he was taking out the trash. She sauntered up to him, her phone in hand, a sly smile playing on her lips.
“Hey, Ron,” she purred. “I saw something interesting yesterday.”
Ron frowned, confused. “What are you talking about, Lana?”
Lana held up her phone, showing him the pictures she had taken. Ron’s face drained of color as he saw himself in the compromising position. “Lana, what the hell? Why did you take these?”
Lana’s smile turned wicked. “Because it turned me on, Ron. And now, you’re going to do it for me once a week.”
Ron shook his head, panic rising in his chest. “No way. I’m not doing that.”
Lana’s eyes hardened. “If you don’t, I’ll show everyone these pictures. Your friends, your family, everyone.”
Ron stared at her, the weight of the situation sinking in. He was trapped. “Fine,” he muttered, defeated. “I’ll do it.”
Lana’s smile returned, satisfied. “Good boy. We’ll start tonight. Don’t keep me waiting.”
That evening, Ron found himself in the same position as before, but this time with Lana watching. Sally, unaware of Lana’s blackmail, thought it was just another intimate moment between them. As Ron brought himself to climax and swallowed again, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of shame and strange excitement.
Week after week, the routine continued. Lana would watch and occasionally join in, her presence adding an illicit thrill to the act. Sally remained blissfully unaware, enjoying the newfound kink with Ron. As the weeks turned into months, Ron found himself both dreading and craving the weekly sessions, the line between pleasure and humiliation blurring more with each passing day.
