Part 3…

After this eventful weekend, I was praying for a smooth week, but I was being overly optimistic.

Carla and I have worked in a clothing store for two years. Sara joined us three months ago, and to say the least, she has done nothing to make herself liked: self-centered, mocking, and always criticizing everyone. Without being outright mean, she remains quite unpleasant.

Carla and I used to have lunch behind the store at noon, and she finally decided to talk about the pool incident.

“So, does it happen often that you cum without touching yourself? That was hilarious, by the way,” she said with a teasing smile.

“It’s not funny, Carla. It was humiliating.”

“Oh yeah, no doubt. You seem a lot less masculine to me now. Come on, Dean, answer me! You can’t hide much from me anymore, you know ?”

“It was the first time, but I have to tell you… Yesterday, Gabi caught me jerking off, and when she saw me, even though I stopped, she started laughing, and it made me cum instantly…”

“Hahaha, seriously? You need to work on your stamina. And your self-control, too—I can see your little bulge,” she giggled, pressing her index finger between my legs. “Calm down unless you want Sara to notice it.”

Carla had a gift for lifting my spirits. Even when she teased me, she somehow managed to turn my embarrassment into a joke.

On Monday, Carla, Sara, and I were in charge of closing the store. As we were grabbing our things in the back room, Sara called out to Carla :

“Hey, Carla, you forgot this behind the store at lunch,” she said, returning her phone.

“Oh, thanks, Sara.”

“Oh, don’t mention it. I took a little look inside to figure out whose it was. I found a really interesting photo,” Sara added with a mischievous smile.

At those words, Carla froze, and after a few seconds, my heart started pounding rapidly.

“I transferred it to my phone,” she said with a laugh, then showed us the photo: me, lying on my back, my little cock still visibly stiff after cumming over my face. “It doesn’t flatter your body, Dean,” she added before bursting into laughter.

“Sara, delete it right now!” Carla protested while I remained frozen.

Only one part of my body moved: my babydick. Seeing this 20-year-old goth girl’s gorgeous face lit up with laughter and goddess-like body affected me as much as Carla and Gabi did.

“I want to have some fun, too,” she said. “You’re both going to do exactly what I say, okay? Otherwise, I’ll post this on all my socials.”

“You gothic bitch,” Carla snapped. “Dean! Say something, for god’s sake!”

“No, Dean, don’t say anything. Just take off your shorts.”

After a few moments of hesitation, I obeyed, revealing my hard-on through my trunks.

“Dean, seriously…” Carla sighed in exasperation.

Sara burst into laughter. “You’re enjoying this! Drop the trunks, too.”

And just like that, I again was exposed in front of my best friend and my newly appointed worst enemy.

Sara burst into laughter. “This is so ridiculous! What a tiny dick you got here! Come on, lie down on your back now.”

As I obeyed, she took off her shoes, grabbed my ankles, lifted them slightly, and placed her barefoot on my hard babydick with a mischievous smile. “And now, Carla, film everything.”

Carla hesitated for a moment before sighing and pulling out her phone. She knelt beside my face. “Sorry, Dean, we don’t have a choice.”

“Perfect, here we go, Dean. Show us just how pathetic you are and cum for me,” Sara said, laughing, as she slowly traced circles on my cock with her foot.

“Resist, Dean! Don’t give her the satisfaction!” protested Carla.

“Yes, Dean, try to hold out,” Sara sneered.

But all three of us knew exactly how this would end.

“Hang in there, Dean, you’re better than this! Don’t cum like a little sissy! Don’t let her foot makes you cum!”

“Look at him, Carla. He’s already on the edge. Tell us, Dean, how does it feel? Do you want to come in front of us ?”

“Nng, no…I… I just want this to stop… Please… I don’t want to cum in front of you,” I mumbled, breathless.

“No way! And now, big guy, just let go! Cum for me loser!”

The situation quickly spiraled out of control, and I screamed in a little girl’s voice. Carla got the first dribble of cum right in the cheek, and my shirt didn’t fare much better.

Sara burst into uncontrollable laughter as she let go of my legs. “That was way too funny! Look, your little worm is soaking as fuck! And your voice! That’s priceless. Alright, I’ll be nice and delete the photo. Carla, you can keep the video as a little souvenir… Oh god, your goon face when you were cumming, that’s more than enough for me.”

She slipped her shoes back on and walked out of the store, still laughing.

Carla wiped her face slowly before looking at me with amusement and exasperation. “You got me right in the face… Seriously, Dean, you’re hopeless.”

“I’m sorry, Carla,” I said, embarrassed.

With a sudden motion, she rubbed her hand covered with my cum over my lips before pushing it onto my mouth, and my dick got hard again.

She gave me a wicked smile. “Pathetic… I wonder what I’m going to do with you and your throbbing little cock. Is your cum tasty, loser?”

“Don’t be mean, Carla, please, not you…” I tried to say with her finger in my mouth.

“I’m not mean, baby boy, you like it, don’t you? Look at your hard little stiff… I’m afraid that is the only way you can have sex, am I wrong ?” she said, poking my cock with her little finger.

Then I was cumming again.

 

To Be Continued…?

 

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