The Switch

Val stroked and sucked the boy until he started to squirm. He fondled the boy's balls, and increased the pressure. The boy clutched at Samara desperately, his mouth jammed against hers, and made several loud, muffled noises as he came. Val sucked and sucked until the boy was done, and his leather clad from fell back, limp, into his Mistress's arms.

'Shit,' the boy swore. 'Shit.'

They all sat quietly, reverently, the only sound in the room their own heavy breathing. Val glanced up at Samara. The boy was doing the same.

'Your turn,' Val informed her.

She shook her head. 'No. Not tonight. The boy will take care of me when we go home.'

'The boy's cum twice,' Val argued. 'He might not be up for any more.'

Samara smiled faintly. 'Slut, Val. He's a slut.'

There was nothing else to say. Samara's word was final.

Val hoped the boy was up for round three.