The Taste of Revenge By David73

   His ex enjoys using Tim's mouth to clean herself after sex and he finds
he can't resist.

   Tim drained the last of his beer as he leant against the bar trying to
ignore the raucous female laughter that was coming from one corner of the
room.  A particularly piercing shriek caused him to glance over only to see
Jenny and her friends huddled together at one of the tables.  He couldn't
hear what they were saying, but from the giggling they found it very
entertaining.  He hurriedly looked away.

   "Just forget about her." James said.  "It's been weeks since you broke
up, don't let her cramp your style.  How about another beer?"

   Tim forced a grin on to his face and signaled to the barman.  If Jenny
could enjoy herself, why shouldn't he?  Like James said, it was ancient
history anyway.  Time he stopped feeling guilty.

   He was half way through his second beer and eyeing a cute blonde sitting
down the bar from him when somebody squeezed his ass.  He hastily put down
his glass, his body tensing at the unexpected assault.  Turning his head,
he was surprised to find Jenny standing right behind him.  His
ex-girlfriend giggled tipsily.

   "Hi." She slurred.  Her eyes seemed a little unfocussed and Tim wondered
just how many drinks she had had tonight.

   "Hey Jen." He responded in a half-hearted fashion.  There was nothing
good that could come out of a public conversation with a drunken
ex-girlfriend.

   "Is it me or is it hot in here?" She leant in towards him, pressing her
chest against his back.  Tim frowned, what was she up to?  Her hand
squeezed his ass again and he jumped in surprise.

   "I was sitting over there," She nodded towards her friends who were
glaring at him.  "And I couldn't help remembering what a nice butt you
have." She giggled again, her hand still cupping his ass.

   Tim licked his lips, trying to think of the best way to respond.  Jenny
was obviously very drunk.  He should extract himself from this before
things got really ugly.  But her hand squeezing him was bringing back some
very pleasant memories.

   "You know..." She brought her lips close to his ear, her voice dropping
to a whisper.  "I'm feeling sooo horny tonight."

   Her words struck him like a bolt of electricity, his cock tingled.  He
could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his back.  While
they were together Jenny was a "good girl", unless she got drunk.  And she
was very drunk right now.

   "I have a new boyfriend you know." Jenny continued her whispering.  Tim
snorted, so this was just a tease then, just her way of rubbing it in his
face.  "But he's out of town."

   Her hand slipped down from his ass and between his legs, cupping his
crotch.  Tim stifled a groan.  He glanced nervously over at James, but his
friend was carefully ignoring the whole scene and seemed much more
interested in trying to get the attention of the brunette next to him.  Tim
moved his legs slightly apart as Jenny's hand squeezed his cock through his
jeans.

   "I'm not the only one who's horny am I?" Jenny giggled in his ear,
giving him another squeeze before removing her hand.  "How about we make a
deal?"

   "A deal?" He asked, his voice sounding hoarse to his ears.  Things with
Jenny had ended badly and now there was a new boyfriend who certainly
wouldn't be happy if he heard about this.  Not to mention she would regret
it in the morning.

   "I'll lick you if you'll lick me.  What do you say?" Jenny pressed her
whole body against him, reminding him how good she felt.  Her words sent
thrills through his body.  He looked past Jenny to where her friends were
watching.  The looks they shot him were beyond hostile.  This was a
mistake.

   *****

   Jenny couldn't keep her hands off him on the way back to his apartment.
She groped, stroked and squeezed, driving him crazy with lust.  He could
barely keep his focus on the drive.  When he reached home he struggled to
unlock his apartment door through the haze of his excitement.  Jenny was no
help, giggling and unzipping him as he stood in the hallway.

   Finally he managed to get inside and headed straight for the bedroom,
hastily shrugging off his clothes.  All he wanted to do was slam his cock
into Jenny repeatedly until he came.  Jenny shoved Tim backwards onto the
bed and crawled on top of him clad only in her underwear.

   Tim ogled her lush body, as she turned around, wiggling her panty clad
ass at him.  He reached up and hurriedly grabbed her panties pulling them
down to expose her pussy.  Her hand grasped his cock, slowly stroking it as
she pushed back towards him.

   "Lick me!" She hissed, wiggling her ass in Tim's face, her cool hand
teasing his cock, stroking him ever so slowly.

   Tim obeyed eagerly, craning his head up towards her he ran his tongue
over along the lips of her cunt.  Encouraged by her gasp, he repeated the
motion, making her squirm.  Her hand moved slowly up and down his cock.

   "Mmmm... you always were such a good pussy licker." Jenny giggled,
sitting up further and pressing herself down on his face.  "If you weren't
such a bastard, you'd still be getting this every night."

   Tim ignored Jenny's taunts; his moans muffled as she leant back and rode
his face.  His tongue pushed into her cunt, tasting her juices.  Her hand
continued to tease his cock making him writhe beneath her.

   "Faster." Her tone was commanding, almost angry, but he was far too
excited to pay attention to that.

   He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking at her pussy as she
pressed down on him, rubbing her slick sex against his face.  Tim struggled
to breathe as she rode his face, his tongue working deeper into her cunt,
sucking her juices into his mouth.  As her excitement grew she pressed
harder against him, making him feel as though he was almost suffocating. 
Her hand squeezing and stroking his cock spurred him on, making him lick
faster.  Finally she gasped, sitting up, her whole weight pressing down on
him as she shuddered and came.

   "So damn good." Jenny murmured, leaning forward, raising herself off him
for a moment.  Tim gasped in relief as the pressure eased on his face.  His
moan turned into a gasp as the hot, wet, tip of Jenny's tongue caressed his
swollen prick.  His cock twitched and he thrust his hips eager to slide
into her mouth.

   "First you lick me, and then I lick you." Jenny giggled leaning back out
of range, her hand still squeezing and stroking his cock.  "That was the
deal." Tim thrust his hips upward again, but Jenny swayed backwards,
sitting herself on his face again, holding him down.

   "Uh, uh, uh!" She teased.  "I said lick and that's what I'm doing."
Again her tongue circled his cock head, making him shiver and again she
slipped out of range leaving him frustrated.  "If you want me to suck,
we'll have to come up with a new deal."

   Tim struggled angrily, trying to throw the cock teasing bitch off his
body.  He would show her not to play games with him.  He gasped in pain,
his body going rigid as Jenny dug her nails into his cock.

   "Better." Jenny hissed.  "I can leave you to your hand any time I want.
You're the one who needs something now." Again her hand squeezed his
swollen shaft, jacking him slowly.  Tim groaned in frustration.  She was
right of course.  He had given away his advantage by helping her to cum
first.

   "Now, where was I?" Jenny licked him again.  "Oh yes, a new deal.  You
want me to suck you?" Her teeth grazed the head of his cock and he
whimpered.  "I bet you want me to swallow too don't you?  You loved that
didn't you, when I sucked your cum and swallowed it?" Tim moaned, pinned
helplessly beneath her as she toyed with him.

   "So here's the new deal.  If I have to taste it so do you." Jenny
laughed.  "How bad do you want it?" She knelt up, giving him an opportunity
to respond, her hand still jacking his cock so slowly, keeping him on edge.

   "Yes." Tim gasped.

   "Yes what Timmy?" Jenny giggled, obviously enjoying the power she had
over him.  "Tell me what you'll do."

   "Yes... I'll swallow my cum." Tim burned with humiliation as she drew
the words out of him.  His cock was throbbing painfully in her hand,
demanding release.  Jenny laughed derisively, reminding Tim again that she
was still angry with him.  But the thought was lost as she leant forward
sliding her lips over his cock head.

   Tim groaned his muscles tensing as his cock slid deeper into Jenny's wet
mouth.  Her hand continued to work the base of his cock as she swirled her
tongue round the head.  He shuddered, struggling to hold back.  Jenny was
an expert at this and when she put her mind to it he had never been able to
resist.

   It was over in moment.  Even the alcohol didn't seem to slow things
down. Jenny's head bobbed up and down as her tongue teased his cock head.
She knew exactly what to do to get him to react.  With a cry he thrust
upwards, spurting cum into her waiting mouth.

   Jenny didn't even pause, sliding off him and kneeling on the floor next
to the bed she turned to look at him as he lay gasping on the bed, his face
covered in her dried juices.  Leaning over him, she touched her lips to his
kissing him.  He reacted instinctively, kissing her back.  Before he
realized what was happening she thrust her tongue forward, forcing his cum
into his mouth.  As she pulled away strings of cum still clung to her lips.

   Jenny raised her arm to her mouth, wiping the cum from her lips before
gathering up her clothes.  Tim lay on the bed, still panting, and watched
her as she got dressed, ignoring him completely.  He almost opened his
mouth to say something to her, but with his arousal fading shame was
building inside him, silencing him.

   Jenny didn't so much as glance at him as she walked out of the door.

   *****

   "Did you like how it tasted?"

   Tim felt his hands start to sweat as he listened to the voice on the
other end of the phone.  If the question didn't make it obvious enough,
Jenny's voice was unmistakable.

   "Did you like the taste of your cum?" Her voice sounded slurred again.
Tuesday was an odd night for her to be partying he thought idly as he tried
to come up with a response.

   "I'm horny." She said abruptly, without waiting for his answer.

   "Call your boyfriend." Tim snapped, embarrassment making him angry. 
Jenny just laughed.

   "I did, he just left.  I'm still horny." Despite himself, Tim felt his
cock stir in response to her words.

   "Guess he can't satisfy you huh?" He snarled.  "You weren't horny when
you left here the other night." Jenny's casual departure still gnawed at
his gut.  Part of him felt used by the way she had treated him.

   "My pussy needs licked." Jenny purred.  "Hurry up.  If you take to long
I might not let you cum this time."

   Tim slammed the phone down.  Did the bitch really thing he would just
run over to her after the way she had treated him.  He tried not to think
of how she must look so soon after her boyfriend had fucked her.

   Fucked her and left her unsatisfied.  She had never complained about
that when she was with him.  His cock was rock hard again.

   *****

   It wasn't Jenny who opened the apartment door.  It was her roommate
Patricia.  The hostile glare he received made him want to hunch his
shoulders and slink away, but he forced himself to meet her angry stare and
after a brief pause she stepped aside to let him in.

   "She's in her room." Patricia said coldly.  Tim nodded, he could feel
his cheeks flushing with embarrassment that she clearly knew why he was
here.  Without saying a word, he walked towards Jenny's bedroom.  It had
been a while since the last time he had been here, but nothing seemed to
have changed.

   Jenny's other roommate, Ellen, glanced up at him from the sofa as he
walked past.  She didn't seem angry as her gaze swept him, pausing briefly
at the bulge in his crotch.  When her eyes met his there was a calculating
look on her face.  Tim ducked his head, unable to face her and walked the
rest of the way to Jenny's bedroom, hurriedly knocking on the door.

   "Come in." Jenny's muffled voice was all the invitation he needed. 
Eager to get away from his audience, Tim opened the door and stepped
inside. The lighting was dim and he paused near the door as his eyes took a
moment to adjust.

   "Shut the door stud, this is a private party." Jenny giggled, in between
sips from a can of beer that dangled from one of her hands.  Tim hastily
shut the door behind him, his eyes taking in the sight of her lying
completely naked on her bed.

   "Took you long enough to get here." She slurred, taking another gulp of
beer.  Tim's couldn't look away, his eyes taking in every inch of her
nudity.  He noticed the red marks on her breasts where her lover's fingers
hand squeezed her.  Jenny smirked, slowly parting her legs to expose her
sex.  Tim took a step forward, staring at her glistening, cunt lips.

   "Like what you see?" Jenny teased, spreading her legs even wider.  "Take
a closer look."

   Tim crawled onto the bed between her legs, unable to look away.  He
licked his lips and swallowed.  Jenny's cunt was swollen and pink.  It
looked...

   "Oh yeah he fucked me good." Jenny took another swig of beer.  "But he
didn't have time for seconds.  Busy man, had to catch a flight."

   Tim gazed at her exposed sex with a mixture of hunger and disgust. 
Surely she couldn't expect him to lick her used cunt?  Could she?

   "Don't worry, I'm clean.  He used a rubber." Jenny slurred, waving her
free hand towards the other end of the bed.  Tim followed her motion and
saw the discarded condom lying on the sheets.  When he turned back she was
watching him with a smirk on her face.  As though she knew what he was
thinking.

   "If you're not careful you're going to split your pants." She giggled,
amused at her own joke before tipping the rest of the beer into her mouth
and casually dropped the can on the floor.  Tim wondered briefly how many
beers she had had.  The thought was quickly pushed from his mind as she
reached out a foot and ran her toes over his crotch, pressing against his
stiff cock.

   He leant closer, inhaling her aroma.  She smelled of sex.  Of fucking.
Could he smell her boyfriend on her?  He wasn't sure.  Jenny grabbed his
head impatiently, pulling him forcefully to her crotch.  His instincts took
over and he began to lick and suck at her juicy cunt.

   "That's it.  Lick my pussy you bastard." Jenny spat, her nails digging
into his scalp as she held him against her pussy.  If anything she was even
angrier, even more aggressive than before.

   Tim's cock throbbed painfully, pressing against the material of his
pants as he obeyed Jenny's commands, licking and sucking his
ex-girlfriend's freshly fucked cunt.  She bucked her hips, pushing against
him, her breath coming in ragged pants as he tongued her pussy.

   She held him against her crotch with unexpected strength and his head
screamed in pain as her nails dug deeper into his scalp.  Tim's tongue
thrust and wiggled in her wet sex, his lips and face coated with her
juices. She came with a piercing squeal and he wondered what her roommates
were thinking now as she slowly relaxed back on the bed, her legs splayed
open.

   He pulled his head free of her grip and angrily unzipped his pants,
tugging them down, eager to put the bitch in her place.  Her boyfriend
might have left her unsatisfied, but he was going to fuck her until she
begged.

   "Oh no!" Jenny shook her head, staring up his stiff cock with lust
glazed eyes.  "I told you the other night.  No fucking, only licking.  I
will make another deal though." An evil smile crept onto her face.  Tim
shivered nervously, listening.

   "If you put on a rubber then I'll suck you." Jenny waved a foil packed
in front of his face.  Tim grabbed the packet out of her fingers and ripped
it open.  Jenny laughed at his eagerness as he worked the sheath over his
swollen shaft.  "Perhaps it'll help you last a little longer." She mocked.

   Reaching up, Jenny pulled Tim down onto the bed, rolling over on top of
him.  Her tongue swirled around his cock head, teasing him.  He groaned in
pleasure, closing his eyes and relaxing back on the bed, enjoying the
sensations.

   "You know you're problem." Jenny's voice whispered in his ear as her
hand jacked his shaft up and down.  Tim opened his eyes to look at her. 
There was something scary in the look on her face.  "You let your cock do
the thinking." She laughed again, her nails grazing the sensitive skin of
his cock just below the condom, making him gasp.

   Before Tim had a chance to respond, she returned her attention to his
cock, ducking her head and slowly taking him in her mouth.  He groaned in
pleasure, even with the condom on he was already struggling to hold back.
She was so fucking good at this and she'd been teasing him for so long
already.  Just as his cock was starting to throb and twitch, she pulled
back again, staring down at him, her face twisted in a snarl.

   "Just so you know.  If you cum, I'm going to rip the condom open and
smear it all over your face." She spat.  "Your choice, you can leave any
time." Without pausing she slid his cock back into her mouth, making him
shudder and gasp.

   Tim blinked, trying to focus on what she had just said.  She was just
fucking with him surely.  Just acting out on her anger at him.  Jenny's
teeth grazed the head of his cock and his whole body tensed at the
sensations shooting through him.  He felt her laughing and the vibrations
were almost unbearable.  His cock throbbed desperately as her mouth moved
up and down his cock.

   He lost control again.  One moment he was struggling to hold back, the
next it was too late.  With a moan he thrust his hips upwards, trying to
bury himself in her mouth as cum spurted into the thin rubber sheath.  He
closed his eyes as his vision blurred, writhing beneath her as she drained
him expertly.  Part of his mind warned him that he needed to move.  He had
to grab her, but it felt like his muscles had turned to water.  He blinked
and opened his eyes, trying to focus himself.

   Jenny's hand was right in front of his face; he felt her teeth nip at
his cock, forcing him to stay still.  He stared up at the used condom in
her hand.  But he could still feel his condom in place.  His fuzzy brain
noted calmly that the condom was ripped open.  A drop of cold sperm
splashed on his cheek as she lowered the condom and rubbed it over his
face, coating his nose, mouth and cheeks with cum.

   With a shudder of horror, Tim remembered the discarded rubber that
Jenny's boyfriend had left on the bed.  Jenny let go of his cock and
stepped away from the bed laughing maliciously.

   "You always think with your cock." She sneered.  "Now dress and get the
fuck out!"

   Tim scrambled to his feet glaring at her in fury.  He raised his arm to
wipe his face clean.

   "Leave it." She snapped, "If you wipe it off I'll make sure all your
friends hear about this.  Do you really want them to know that you let me
wipe another guy's cum on your face huh fucker?"

   Tim stepped back, overpowered by her obvious rage.  He couldn't believe
how much he had underestimated her anger.

   "Dress and get out now." She repeated coldly.  "Walk past my friends
with cum on your face.  I want them to see what you are." Suddenly she
didn't sound very drunk at all.  It was as though her rage had burned all
the alcohol from her system.

   Tim found himself suddenly scared.  Grabbing his pants, he hurriedly
pulled them on as she stood watching him.  She made no effort to either
clothe or hide herself, simply standing there naked, staring at him, and
daring him to fight back.  The cum on his face was getting sticky as it
dried and he itched to wipe himself clean, but he had no doubt she would
make good on her threat if he did.

   Yanking the bedroom door open he stalked out, ducking his head down and
making straight for the front door.  Patricia and Ellen both looked up from
where they were sitting as he came out of the bedroom.  He felt his cheeks
heat up with humiliation as they stared at his cum coated face.  Patricia
chuckled, taking an obvious delight in his embarrassment.  Ellen just
stared at him with a puzzled expression on her face.

   Unable to think of anything to say, he fled.

   *****

   It was two long weeks before he saw Jenny again.  Two weeks during which
he tried to wipe the memory of what she had done to him from his brain with
a combination of alcohol and sleep.  The solution was obvious.  He should
get out, find a girl and fuck her brains out.  Simple.  But every time he
thought about it, he found himself remembering Jenny as she had bucked and
ridden his tongue to orgasm.  As she smeared cum on his face.  The look of
anger on her face as she had told him what she was going to do, all the
time teasing and toying with his swollen shaft.

   And instead of going out and finding a girl, instead he slumped in his
chair and jerked his cock to memories of how she had humiliated him.

   It was the same routine that he was following late that Thursday when
somebody rang the doorbell.  Cursing, he hurriedly wrapped his bathrobe
around his body, hoping that the folds of the material would hide his
erection.  A quick peak through the spy hole revealed a hauntingly familiar
face.  His heart started to pound in his chest.  He should walk away now.
Jenny was holding a grudge against him.  She had used and humiliated him.
He pulled the door open a crack.

   "Took your time." Jenny snapped.  Tim stared at her in confusion.  He
still didn't know how to deal with her anger.  He knew she had reason to be
angry, but faced with it, he found himself helpless.

   "Well?  Are you going to let me in?" She asked, tapping her foot
impatiently.  Tim swung the door wider and stepped aside, reacting to her
implied command without thinking.  Jenny slipped past him, her hips grazing
his crotch.  Tim closed the door and turned to face her, trying to get a
grip on his thoughts.  Why had he let her in?  Why was he letting her run
his life like this?

   Jenny shrugged her jacket off and draped it over the arm of his sofa. 
Turning back to him her eyes swept over him, making him feel like she could
see inside him.  He licked his lips nervously.  The short, black dress she
was wearing clung to her curves.  She looked so damn hot.

   "Did I interrupt something?  It felt like I did." Jenny smirked,
glancing at his crotch.  Tim pulled the robe tighter around himself, but
that only made the bulge more obvious.

   "What do you want Jenny?" He rasped, finding himself suddenly hoarse.

   "I just finished a date with my boyfriend and I was in the area.  What
were you doing?" The tone of her voice made it clear she knew exactly what
he had been doing.  Tim flushed bright red and bit his lip, saying nothing.
"Were you taking your hand on a date?" She mocked.  "I hear it puts out a
lot.  What do you think about?  Licking me?  Tasting me?  Tasting his cum?"
She laughed.

   "No." Tim muttered a hurried denial, but Jenny just stared at him in
disbelief.  Fortunately she didn't pursue it.  It was as though she could
see when he was lying.

   "Do you want to see what I got up to tonight?" Her tone switched in an
instant, becoming playful and teasing.  Tim kept his mouth shut, not
trusting himself to say anything.  He had a bad feeling about where this
was going, but his mind was so foggy.  He had been so close when she had
interrupted him and all he wanted to do was stroke his cock.

   "Well?" Jenny toyed with the hem of her dress, inching it up her thighs.

   "Yes." Tim whispered staring at the exposed flesh, arousal winning out
over logic.  Jenny laughed triumphantly.

   "You're so fucking predictable Tim." She sneered, pulling her dress
higher, exposing her pussy to him.  "Once your cock gets hard you'll do
just about anything to cum won't you?" Tim swallowed, biting his lip again
as he gazed at her glistening pussy.

   "Did I say I had a date tonight?  I was wearing panties when it
started." Jenny smirked.  "He fucked me again.  Twice.  Why don't you take
a closer look?" Tim took one hesitant step forward.

   "Crawl." Jenny hissed, one hand gently caressing her sex lips, teasing
him.  "If you want to get a good look you'll need to get down to the right
level."

   Tim wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow he was on his hands and
knees, crawling towards his ex-girlfriend.  Jenny laughed.

   "Can't help yourself can you?" She spat as he knelt at her feet, staring
at her heavily fucked cunt.  Something white and viscous oozed from her
pussy lips as she slipped a finger inside herself.

   "He didn't like using a rubber and I just couldn't say no.  A bit like
you." Jenny sneered staring down at him.  Tim shuddered, feeling her
contempt like a physical blow.  "Want a taste?  Have you missed it?" She
reached forward and ran her cum coated finger over his lips.  Tim moaned
and she laughed again as she slipped her booted foot between the folds of
his robe and ran it against his hard cock.

   "Oh I think you do don't you?  Did he taste good?  There's plenty more!"
Tim shuddered, closing his eyes, feeling things spin completely out of his
control.  Jenny grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face against her
crotch.

   "Lick me you bastard." She spat.  Tim gasped, inhaling the mixed scents
of her excitement and her boyfriend's residue.  His cock throbbed and
twitched as his body reacted instinctively to the smell of sex.  Jenny held
him pressed against her crotch, obviously reveling in her control over him.

   "Clean me you fucking bitch." She hissed.  "Lick my pussy clean." Tim
gave in to his body's urges, his tongue lapping at her cunt, causing her to
gasp and writhe against him.

   "That's it." She sneered.  "Suck all the cum out." Tim shuddered in
humiliation at what he was doing, but somehow he couldn't stop.  Just like
the last two times his cock was painfully hard and all he could think of
was to keep tonguing her as she debased him.

   "Remember when you used to get to fuck it?" Jenny's voice sounded
throaty with excitement as he pressed his tongue deeper into her cunt,
shuddering in disgust at the bitter taste of cum entering his mouth.  Her
words hammered at his consciousness, driving him on as the broke him down.

   "Not any more." Jenny moaned her nails digging into his head, thrusting
her hips against his face as his tongue wiggled inside her.  "You couldn't
keep your cock in your pants and now look at you.  Licking up my lover's
cum." The last was a drawn out moan.

   Tim pressed even harder against her, thrusting his tongue into her like
a mini-cock, sucking and licking.  Swallowing her boyfriends cum while his
hard cock screamed for attention.  Jenny gasped and shuddered, riding his
face.  Her whole body went ridged as she climaxed.  Tim slowed his pace,
his tired tongue working to catch all of her juices.

   Jenny shoved him away contemptuously, pulling her dress back down over
her thighs and calmly slipping her jacket back on.  Tim stared up at her in
desperation, ready to plead for his release, for her to touch his cock. 
She just looked at him in disgust.

   "Did you really think Patricia wouldn't tell me that you'd hit on her?"
She asked.  Tim slumped on the floor.  It was the old argument again.  The
actions that she could never forgive.  "You hit on my friend you selfish
fucker!" Jenny screamed.  "You'll have to swallow a lot more cum before I'd
even think of going near that pathetic dick of yours again!"

   As the front door slammed, Tim grasped his swollen cock, squeezing and
stroking it desperately.  His eyes closed, all he could see were images of
Jenny's slick, swollen pussy coated in gobs of white cum.

   *****

   "Lately it's like she's just completely out of control you know?" Ellen
said, sipping her coffee.  Tim just nodded noncommittally.  Jenny wasn't a
topic he felt at all comfortable discussing right now.

   "Ever since you two... Well... ever since you broke up." Ellen glanced
off to one side for a moment and Tim shifted uncomfortably in his seat. 
She wasn't saying it.  Very obviously wasn't saying it, but she knew. 
Ellen was almost always there when Jenny called him over to clean her and
she had at least some idea what was going on.  "She's been drinking and
partying.  Just getting wilder and wilder." Ellen continued, acting as
though the awkward pause had never happened.

   "You say that like it's my fault." Tim tried to keep the accusational
tone out of his voice.

   "It is partly.  You hit on one of her friends Tim.  You acted like a
complete bastard."

   Tim stifled the urge to respond.  It wasn't like actually had a good
defense for that.  `But Patricia' is hot sounded weak even to him.  On the
other hand, wasn't he paying for his sins right now?  Ellen shook her head
and abruptly changed the subject.

   "So how are you doing?"

   "Me?  Oh I'm fine." Tim winced at the false cheerfulness in his voice.
Bad enough she must already think he was some sort of pathetic pervert,
there was no way he'd admit that all he did was lay around at home jerking
off every night.  He tried to imagine her reaction if he did come out and
say that.

   "Anyone... new... in your life?" She asked tentatively, Tim just rolled
his eyes.  Ellen took a long drink of her coffee, obviously struggling for
something else to say.

   Tim just watched her.  Let her squirm for a little.  This had to be one
of the most awkward meetings he'd ever had.  Sitting, drinking coffee in
public with one of his ex-girlfriends roommates was bad enough.  But that
same roommate had seen him leave her apartment with cum smeared all over
his face, not once but several times now.  He didn't even want to think
what she had heard through the thin walls.  He closed his eyes, shuddering.

   When he opened his eyes again, Ellen was staring at him, a look of
concern on her face.

   "Tim..." She started and he braced himself.  She had finally built up
the courage to broach the subject that had made her invite him here in the
first place.  "I know what Jenny does to you.  I know why she does it." Tim
felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment.  He hadn't expected her to be
so blunt about this.  He ducked his head, looking at the dregs of his
coffee.  "And I know why you let her." Ellen continued.

   Tim looked up in surprise, that he hadn't expected.  He noticed that
Ellen's cheeks were more than a little pink too.  Perhaps he wasn't the
only one embarrassed to have to have this conversation.

   "Ah, finally something got your attention." Ellen smiled, taking the
sting out of her words.  "It's not so hard to work out really.  You feel
guilty."

   "Maybe." One word answers, way to hold up your end of the conversation
Tim thought.  But he certainly wasn't going to volunteer the information
that he got off on what Jenny was doing to him.

   "Definitely." Ellen sounded remarkably certain.  "You feel guilty and
you're letting her use you because you think you deserve the punishment. 
Think about it."

   "I will." Tim nodded, her point was a good one, but there was more to it
than just that.

   "If you need to talk..." Ellen left the sentence open ended but Tim felt
the first genuine smile in a long time slip onto his face.  He left the
coffee shop in a much lighter mood.

   *****

   Patricia opened the door, just like the night of the first visit.  It
was almost always Patricia; she seemed to be relishing her role as part of
the audience to his humiliation.  Watching him slink into Jenny's room and
then watching him leave.  She was always there waiting.  Always smirking
and laughing.  But he could tell there was something different this time.

   "Jenny's not here." Patricia said.  Tim looked at her, puzzled.  The
email had made it clear he had better get his ass over here immediately. 
"Guess her hot date isn't over yet huh?  Guess you'll just have to wait
before you get your taste." Patricia mocked, laughing as she swung the door
wide for him to enter.

   Tim walked over towards the sofa.  The idea of just going home didn't
even occur to him.  Jenny had him trained so well at this point that just
the idea of servicing her had him in a state of excitement.

   "Not the sofa, the floor!" Patricia snapped.  "Kneel or leave." Tim
knelt down on the floor as she sneered at him.  Something felt wrong about
this, but a mixture of fear of the consequences and arousal held him in
place.

   Patricia stalked over to the sofa and sat down, her legs splayed.  Tim
swallowed.  From where he was kneeling he could see most of the way up her
skirt.  He hastily pulled his eyes upwards.  Patricia smirked at him and
spread her legs wider, making sure he knew this was no accident.

   "Wipe the drool off your face loser.  That is drool isn't it?" Tim
flushed red with embarrassment at her jibe.  Almost against his will, his
gaze dropped back to her legs.  He knew Patricia was still watching him,
but with her legs wide apart she was exposing her thing white panties to
him.  He licked his dry lips.

   "You really can't help yourself can you?" Patricia mocked.  "Jenny was
right; you're controlled by your dick." At the mention of Jenny, Tim
wondered just what sort of trap he had walked into.  "Do you want to look
at it?" She asked and he nodded.  "Tough.  I wasn't going to let you see it
when you asked the first time and I'm certainly not going to now I know
what a perverted loser you are." She spat at him.

   Tim cringed with shame, his eyes still locked on the white material
covering her sex.  He could make out the shape of her mound pressing
against that cotton.  He was more certain than ever that Jenny hadn't been
the one who had sent that email.

   "Jenny tells me she's got you trained.  You certainly came running over
here with your tongue hanging out."

   "Yes." Tim whispered, his eyes glued to Patricia's crotch.

   "Show me." Patricia leant back on the sofa, leaving her legs spread
wide.

   Tim crawled towards her; he didn't even try to stand up.  He knew what
was expected by now.  He pressed his lips to her cotton panties, reaching
up with his hands to pull them aside.  Patricia cuffed the side of his head
and he froze in surprise.

   "Hands down pussy boy.  I already told you you weren't getting to see
anything.  Lick me through the panties." Tim obeyed, running his tongue
around the shape of her mound, letting his saliva soak the thin material of
her panties.

   Patricia moaned softly in pleasure, her body relaxing on the sofa.  Tim
peered up at her as his tongue continued to lick her panties.  Her eyes met
his, burning into him, a cruel smile twisting her face as she used him like
some sort of toy.  He pressed the palm of his hand against his hard cock as
he pushed his face against her crotch.  Patricia cuffed his head again,
harder this time.

   "I said hands down!  When you go home you can jerk off as much as you
like.  Right now, you're mine." Tim whimpered, his tongue pushed the cotton
panties between her sex lips.  She gasped, her hands now gripping either
side of his head as she thrust her hips forward in obvious excitement.  He
couldn't tell if it was his tongue or her abuse of him that was getting her
off.

   The front door slammed and Patricia froze instantly.  Her eyes were
fixed on someone behind him.  Tim turned his head slowly and nervously. 
Jenny was standing in the middle of the room.  Her arms crossed under her
breasts, sparks of anger in her eyes.  He felt his stomach sink as he tried
frantically to think of something to say.  Patricia rapidly regained her
composure.

   "You really have trained him well." She said, smoothing her skirt down
over her legs.  "But he's still a slut.  You're never going to change
that." Tim winced.

   "Get the fuck out!" Jenny hissed.  Without even waiting to find out who
she was talking to, Tim ran for the door.

   *****

   "You're not looking so hot." Ellen observed from behind her cup of
coffee.  Somehow, without him really noticing, the meeting for coffee had
become part of Tim's morning routine.

   "Yeah, well I didn't sleep too well." Tim took a gulp of the hot liquid,
trying to wake up his sluggish brain.

   "Yes.  I head about what you and Patricia were doing." Ellen held back
from further comment, but Tim still found himself blushing furiously.

   "I couldn't help myself." He muttered and wished he hadn't.

   "If you'd try thinking with your head instead of your cock, you might
not have these problems." Ellen commented waspishly.  Tim gaped at her in
surprise.  He'd never heard Ellen use that sort of language before.  She
was always so circumspect.  She cocked an eyebrow at him.  "Well?" Tim
nodded.

   Rather than carry on lecturing him, Ellen lapsed into silence.  She
looked down at her coffee cup, idly biting her lip as though puzzling over
something before she finally began to speak again.

   "Patricia doesn't like you.  There was no way she would have let you...
cum... you know?" Ellen's cheeks were gaining a slightly pink tinge.

   "I know." Tim said hoarsely.  This whole conversation was so
embarrassing, but it also gave him a strange buzz.

   "But you were going to do it anyway.  Why?  There's more to this than
just self destructive behavior.  Does it excite you somehow?"

   "Yes." Tim could barely hear his own voice as he answered.  He prayed
that no one was listening in on this conversation.  For all her discomfort,
Ellen seemed determined to pursue it.  He felt his cock begin to stir and
shifted in his seat, trying to disguise his feelings.

   "And when you get excited like that.  You just can't help yourself?  You
lack self control.  You need someone to exercise the control for you."

   "Maybe." Tim wasn't at all sure where Ellen was going with this.

   "Jenny controls you.  But only when she's present.  She also uses and
humiliates you.  Because you let her.  And after this business with
Patricia, it's going to get worse.  She'll have to up the humiliation to
punish you.  You know that right?" Tim nodded.  The idea mainly scared him,
but it also excited him a little.

   "Because you feel guilty.  And that makes you feel dirty... and that
excites you more." Ellen continued his thought as though he'd said it
aloud. The flush on her face was more noticeable now and her eyes glittered
slightly.  "It's a cycle, and it won't end until somebody hits bottom.  But
what then?"

   Tim had no answer for her.  He sat there under her questioning gaze,
feeling embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

   "Well the answer's simple isn't it?" Ellen grinned.  "You need to find
someone who can take care of your um... needs... and also take care of
you."

   Tim smiled at her joke; he shifted in his seat again as his cock
unfurled at this discussion of his `needs'.  Ellen stared at him intently
for a moment.

   "Is this conversation exciting you?" She asked bluntly.  Tim nodded,
ducking his head, expecting her to leave hastily at his admission.

   "Just talking like this about... ah... what you do.  You're not.." Ellen
licked her lips, her discomfort becoming more evident.  "You're getting
hard aren't you?" She blurted.

   "Yes." Tim whispered, wishing that the ground would swallow him up.

   "I need to be going." Ellen said, standing up abruptly.  "See you
tomorrow." She barely waited for his response before practically running to
the door.

   *****

   "Enjoy!" James handed a fresh beer to Tim.  "It's about time you got
yourself out of the house again."

   Tim nodded, gazing casually round the bar.  Embarrassing as it had been,
the conversation with Ellen had made one thing very clear.  He had to break
the cycle or things would only get worse.  And step one was getting back to
a normal life.  He felt good tonight.  Maybe he'd even get lucky.

   And then he saw her.  Saw all three of them in fact.  Ellen, Patricia
and Jenny gathered in a huddle at the far end of the bar.  Three sets of
eyes stared directly at him.  Patricia made no effort to hide the smirk on
her face.  Ellen seemed upset and Tim mentally filed her in the growing
list of lost friendships.  But Jenny was staring at him so intently; he
felt she would burn a hole right through him.

   James turned his head to follow Tim's eyes.  "Well now look at that." He
leered.  "I hear she's been putting out all over the place since you too
broke up.  Think I've got a shot?

   Tim just shrugged, doing his best to suppress his shudder at the image
of James fucking his ex-girlfriend.  It took him a moment for what James
had said to sink in completely.

   "What, she's been seeing more than one guy?" He asked.

   "More than one guy a night from what I hear." James laughed drunkenly.
"So you think I could be the next one?" Tim swallowed some beer trying to
get the nasty taste out of his mouth.

   "Only one way to find out." James said, cheerfully oblivious to his
friend's discomfort.  Weaving his way through the crowd, he headed straight
for Jenny and her friends.  Tim watched in growing horror as James walked
right up to the three women, greeting them like old friends.

   Ellen remained her usual coolly distant self as James began his patter.
Jenny didn't even hesitate though, leaning in towards him, practically
rubbing herself all over the man.  Patricia caught Tim's eye and smirked at
him as James casually cupped Jenny's ass.  Tim couldn't believe the slutty
way she was acting with James.  Had she really been with a different guy
every time she had used him to clean her?

   Tim drained the rest of his beer, somehow unable to look away as after
only a few minutes of talking and groping, James started to lead Jenny
towards the back of the bar.  There was only one thing at the back of the
bar.  The restrooms.

   "She said you were to follow." Patricia was standing right next to him,
her voice whispering in his ear.  "She said it was time you saw how a real
man does it."

   Tim shivered, his heart pounding as he walked towards the restrooms.  He
glanced briefly at Ellen as he passed her, but her face was expressionless
and she made no effort to stop him.

   There were noises coming from one of the stalls as he entered the men's
restroom.  Unmistakable groans and grunts.  The sounds of fucking.  Jenny's
whimpers accompanied a rhythmic thumping.  James had to be really pounding
into her.  Worried about being seen, Tim slipped into the remaining cubicle
and sat down on the toilet, listening to the sounds from next door.

   From where he sat he could hear ever moan as his friend fucked his
ex-girlfriend only feet away from him.  Reaching into his pants he squeezed
and stroked his hard cock, burning with humiliation as he did it.

   James didn't last long; his technique seemed basic and almost brutal. 
From her grunts and gasps Tim could picture him slamming into Jenny
repeatedly.  Fucking her with only one thing in mind.  "Thanks babe." Was
all James said as he walked out of the stall.  He paused for a moment to
wash his hands before leaving the rest room.

   "You can come out now." Jenny said in a cold voice.  Tim considered
pretending he wasn't here, but it seemed futile.  Standing up he left his
stall and walked round to the other one.

   As he pushed open the door his eyes focused on Jenny's exposed pussy. 
She was leaning over the back of the toilet, her ass thrust out, skirt up
around her waist and panties around her ankles.  She looked back over her
shoulder at him as he entered, moving her legs wider apart.

   "Well?" She asked coldly.  "What are you waiting for?  Clean me fucker."

   Tim shuddered.  He should walk away.  He remembered Ellen's words about
the cycle continuing until he hit bottom.  He stared at cum oozing from
Jenny's cunt.  At James' cum.  Shuffling closer he sank to his knees.  His
heart was pounding so hard he wondered if it would explode.  His face was
inches away from her sex.  He could smell her; he could see the white
liquid coating her.

   "Come on you pathetic fucking bastard!" Jenny snapped.  "Suck your
friends cum out of me."

   Cringing with humiliation, his cock throbbing in his pants, Tim obeyed.
His expert tongue slipped between her pussy lips tasting the combination of
her pussy juices and James' cum.  Jenny thrust her ass back against him,
forcing him deeper into her.

   James must have brought her close to the edge, because it didn't take
long before she gasped and shuddered to climax.  Tim's tongue never
stopped, gathering up every last bit of cum.  He knew he was going to
regret this, but his cock throbbed and twitched painfully.

   When she had had enough, she stepped away from him and adjusted her
clothing.  Tim knelt there looking up at her.  Somehow he knew there
wouldn't be any relief for him this time.  Jenny stared down at his cum
covered face with a strange expression.

   "Jus get out of my life you bastard." She spat, and walked away.

   ****

   Tim wasn't sure how long he spent on his knees in that cubicle.  Minutes
certainly, half an hour maybe?  Everyone was gone when he finally emerged
back into the bar.  He knew he should feel relieved, but mainly he felt
empty.  Too drained to face the crowd, he slunk outside into the night air.
He was about to hail a taxi when he heard a car horn.

   "Get in." Ellen said, sticking her head out of the car window.  Tim
gaped at her in confusion.  Why was she still here after what she had
witnessed?

   Ellen didn't say anything, concentrating on driving.  He hadn't asked,
but it quickly became clear she was taking him to his apartment.  He
mumbled a quick thank you as he exited the car.  He was fishing in his
pockets for his keys when he heard footsteps behind him.

   Ellen took the keys from his hand with a deft motion and swiftly
unlocked the door.  Tim stared at her stupidly until she grasped his hand
and led him into his own apartment.

   "You need a shower." Was all she said.  Tim nodded and stumbled off to
the bathroom.

   "You need a shower." She said.  Tim nodded and stumbled through to the
bathroom.  Ellen talked through the door as he stepped into the hot shower.

   "Sometimes you need to hit the bottom of an addiction before you can
break free." Ellen spoke through the door as Tim let painfully hot water
run over his skin.  He grabbed the soap and rubbed in into his body as
though that would somehow remove the dirt ingrained in him.

   "From the way she left, I'd say that Jenny hit bottom tonight.  I don't
think she'll call you again." Ellen continued.  Tim closed his eyes, trying
to blank out the pictures of what he had done tonight.

   "But the question remains.  What do we do about your addiction?" Ellen's
voice was closer somehow.  Tim opened his eyes and pulled the shower
curtain back to find himself staring at Ellen's naked body.

   "The way I see it," Ellen continued, making no effort at all to cover
herself as his eyes roamed her body.  "You need someone who can keep you
under control.  On a leash if you like." She slowly eased her legs apart
and Tim's eyes were drawn down.

   "Someone who can give you what you so obviously want.  You do want it?
Don't you?" She teased.  Tim groaned staring at her inviting sex.

   "That's it." Ellen cooed softly, her hands pressing on his shoulders
until he sank to his knees.  "I could hear what you and Jenny got up to
even before this started.  And more recently... Well I've been thinking
about this for weeks now." Her hands moved to his head, pulling him against
her crotch.

   "Up till now though... ah... I wasn't sure how to keep you under...
control." She gasped as Tim lapped hungrily at her wet pussy.

   "Ooooh damn... you are a good pussy licker." Ellen growled, pressing
herself harder against him.  "And I can give you exactly what you want. 
Whenever you want it." Tim groaned, tonguing her pussy eagerly.

   "The difference is." Ellen moaned, her hands pushing him onto the
ground. "I'm going to give you everything you want.  Turning round, she
knelt down so that her ass was over his face.  Tim whimpered in pleasure
and relief as her hot, wet, mouth surrounded his cock, licking and sucking.

