It had been a week since the night Beth had dressed me up as her "lesbian slut" and made me eat her. I had enjoyed it at the time, but was now embarrassed about the whole thing. I'd tried to initiate sex a couple times but she kept saying "Not yet."
Her parents had just picked up the kids for a sleepover, which had me hoping something would happen. As the car pulled away, Beth turned to me, and undid my zipper. She reached into my boxers, grabbed my balls, hiked them up high, and then let them drop. I groaned, and was instantly hard. She grabbed my cock and used it to lead me to the bedroom.
The thong and camisole from last week was sitting on the bed. I had spent the entire week feeling a mixture of shock and shame about what had happened. I had sworn to myself it would never happen again. But here I was, being lead by the cock toward them. What was I to do?
I got undressed, and put the thong and camisole on. "Spin for me, slut."
I did what I imagined to be a pretty little spin. It's funny how quickly my convictions could change when I was hard.
She pulled something from her nightstand drawer. "Pucker your lips, slut."
As I made kissing lips, she applied the lipstick. She spun me toward the full length mirror so that I could watch as she grabbed my breasts from behind. Then she gave my ass a smack. "Undress me."
I gasped as I pulled off her jeans, to see that she was wearing a pair of my boxers. When I pulled off her shirt, she was bare-chested. "On your knees!"