Chapter 51
Anxiously Lisa watched the clock tick on, hoping that the syringe Linda had arranged would arrive in time. The clock ticked way too fast to her liking and with every passing minute the chance of that syringe arriving in time grew slimmer and slimmer. Sure it was to be expected, Linda had told that she doubted it could make it in time, yet she had put all her hope on exactly that.
Way too soon the time to make a definite decision came though, she couldn't afford to wait on that syringe any longer or rather Marcy couldn't afford it. She didn't want to let john win and she was growing nauseous just at the thought of his demand, but she had to do this, she couldn't ditch Marcy like this, Marcy was too precious and she had suffered enough already.
Sighing deeply Lisa cursed under her breath as she prepared to make her way over to John. She was dressed in a casual pair of skinny jeans with white sneakers and a black t-shirt. For good measure she decided to thrown on a baggy black hoody on top though. She didn't like this one bit, and she would let John know so. He could shove his lingerie up his ass. There was just no way she was dressing sexy to booth. If John wanted to get she would do so in the least gratifying way possible. The bastard didn't deserve any better. Hell he didn't deserve to get off at all, but sadly she couldn't afford to deny him that.
More even she couldn't deny him that all it would do was ruin Marcy and what they had together and John would most definitely still get his rocks off with Marcy. With how Marcy dressed up so prettily it would probably even be more enjoyable. God she hated that bastard, but for now she was doomed to play his sick game as she dragged her feet along slowly, her hatred for John growing with every step.
Eventually after what felt like a long torturous walk to Lisa, mentally more than physically she arrived at John's door. She was already feeling sick and she hadn't even seen the bastard or his cock yet. Not wanting to potentially startle Marcy by ringing the doorbell she just sent John a text. "I'm at your door." It was as dry and business like as possible.
In no time at all the old smug bastard opened up the door for her standing there still clad in just his ratty grey bathrobe. He looked like a complete slob. Just like she had done no effort to look good he hadn't either. It made Lisa's stomach turn. This was clearly going to be even harder than she expected. "Ah there you are, that took you long enough, I almost feared that I would have to break poor Marcy's heart showing her how little you cared for her. So little that you couldn't even be bothered to take care of her duties playing with my cock for once." John taunted with a big smirk.
He felt exhilarated, oh he was going to love this so much and the look of anger and frustration on Lisa's face only made it that much better. Just like Marcy Lisa would soon be another bitch in his pocket, she just didn't realise it yet. Then again he had already pushed her quite far to start with, getting her to come take care of his cock on demand. The power trip it gave him, especially after Lisa had been such a torn in his side during all of this was just spectacular.
Just the idea nearly got him hard already, it would have if not for the fact that Marcy had already well taken care of his first erection this morning. While he wouldn't be able to give Lisa the biggest mouthful of cum like he wanted he didn't mind too much as instead Lisa would have a harder time getting him too cum needing her to put in more time and effort. A very worthwhile trade off in John's mind.
"Don't you fucking dare you fucking bastard I'm here like you ask now let me the fuck in and let's get this over with. The sooner I am out of here the better and I swear if you don't keep your word I will have your balls." Lisa spit his way with a look that could kill. She wasn't intending to let John push her around, she couldn't let the bastard win.
"I'll let you in when you stop with that fucking attitude. I'm a man of my word you can count on that, but I won't be taking any of your fucking bitchy attitude got that? If you want to take care of my cock and come inside you can ask for it nicely. Given how you decided to dress you clearly want to go at it for a long while. If you don't ask nicely, well then I guess you can take care of things right here on my porch like I had Marcy do before. To make up for your disrespect you can call me Master John or just Master from now on." John scolded, loving the shocked expression on Lisa's face.
"If you are a good girl and ask things nicely you will find out that I am a rather reasonable man. However if you are a complete and utter bitch I will treat you like one so what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good girl and ask nicely or are you going be a bitch and offer one of your holes to me right here and now?" John asked with a big victorious smirk already knowing he had won.
Deep inside Lisa silently cursed the guy, she couldn't believe the outrageous demands he was already making. She knew he was dead serious though and she hadn't come all this way and put herself through this agony for nothing. God she hated this bastard so much, but if she wanted at least some privacy during this horrid task she knew she would have to yield to his demands, he held all the cards right now, it was both infuriating and frustrating, but she had no choice.
"Please Master John may I come inside so we can have a little more privacy?" Lisa asked her voice overly sweet and fake. There was no sincerity to be found in her words as she had to fight not to gag when speaking those words. Hell she just wanted to brush her teeth after saying this.
"There's a good girl, that's much better already, but you aren't quite there yet. Whatever would you need privacy for? What would you like to do inside Lisa? I'll give you one more try if I'm still not please we'll do whatever you came here for right here on my porch." John cooed pushing his luck to the limit. He knew he should have probably been happy that Lisa had called him Master, but he couldn't help himself, this was sweet payback after all the restrictions that bitch imposed on him.
Lisa couldn't believe the nerve of this bastard, she had fucking done what he asked and yet he demanded more? She had vowed not to yield to him and yet she found herself giving in once more. She so badly wanted to tell him where to shove it, but she simply could not risk it. "Could I please come inside so I can have some privacy when playing with your magnificent cock Master John? Please I beg you." Lisa said in that same tone hoping it would be enough for the sick bastard. She hated herself for giving in like that.
"That sounds so much better already don't you agree? You may come inside so you can have some privacy while playing with my magnificent cock as you so endearingly called it. See, I'm not an unreasonable man." John mocked with a hearty laugh as he moved out of the way for Lisa to enter. While she passed him he couldn't help but give her a firm pat on her ass, smirking broadly as Lisa furiously turned around looking about ready to slap him only to reconsider at the last possible moment.
Not being able to lash out or even hit John for his actions and demands was mental anguish for Lisa. He clearly was an even worse bastard than she could have ever imagined, but she was pretty much certain after what happened on the porch that she would just end up paying dearly if she did lash out. Just sucking it up and trying to ignore John was the best thing she could do, that and getting him off as fast as possible so she could get out as soon as possible.
As John led Lisa deeper into the house she could hear the loud moans she recognised as Marcy's during some of her videos playing. As horrid as she was sure that must be for Marcy it at least put her at ease knowing Marcy wouldn't hear anything that was going on down here. Otherwise the whole purpose of her doing this in the first place would have been defeated.
It wasn't much of a relief though as she was still stuck with John and the horrid task he had laid out for her. Something she got firmly reminded off as John sat down on the couch making his bathrobe fall open revealing his big still limp cock sticking out from the big mat of pubic hair underneath his pot belly. "Ah, here you go, it's all yours to play with and since you showed up I can give you some slack. Right now you have 23 minutes left to make me cum, but I'll be generous, you can take as long as you want as long as you make me cum before leaving here." John said with a smirk to which Lisa only groaned, like she wanted to take any longer than absolutely necessary.