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them had the courage to take advantage of my offer. That was fine by me!  The second guy wouldn’t have counted anyway as Lewis made it clear – three different encounters.  Two in one spot would have been cheating.
    I felt more relaxed once in the car again.  Two hours had now passed.  As I got closer to home, the neighborhood was more familiar. There was still plenty of time left, and only one more to go.  I found my target in a sports bar where I had stopped for a bite. He was watching a basketball game on the big screen, enjoying a draft, sitting alone.  He was momentarily taken aback when I asked to join him, but enthusiastically welcomed me nonetheless. Turns out he was ‘in between jobs’ as they say.  That’s when I noticed he did look a big shabby. He admitted the reason for him being there was that he had no TV at home. Home turned out to be a dingy bachelor apartment in a low-rise, not too far away.  Like the others, he bought my story, although I’m not even sure I needed a story with this guy.
    His apartment was a mess. Cluttered, and certainly not clean. He sat on the couch while I did my duty. He asked to see my breasts, and I obliged him.  I figured if i t made him more aroused; why not speed up the process. He wanted to fondle them, but I wouldn’t allow it.  I just wanted to get this over with and get on my way. However, to my astonishment, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.  He actually had the audacity to bargain with me.  Since he was doing me a favor by letting me get revenge on my boyfriend, I should reciprocate by letting him touch me.  Rolling my eyes, I agreed.  Whatever.  I told him he could touch me, but after the blowjob.  This way, I had the peace of mind that my mission was accomplished.
    With a fresh load of cum in my stomach, I stood before the guy and let him touch my breasts.  He pulled and twisted my nipples, but softly.  Of course, he had no idea of the sorts of abuse my breasts had endured at the hands of others, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell him.  Then he started feeling between my legs.  Oh God. I couldn’t help but gasp when he pressed against my clit, through my pants.  He unfastened my button and pulled down the zipper.  I considered stopping him, but I had agreed to let him touch me, and I had neglected to specify breasts only.
    When his fingers entered me, I realized how wet I was.  I was soaking wet, possibly from the earlier blowjobs, but more likely from the simple fact I was obeying Lewis’ orders.  This did not go unnoticed , and I saw the guy smile.  He knew his way around a pussy, and two fingers began to tease my clit.  Involuntarily I began to hump at his hand, which also did not go unnoticed.
    “Now now, what do we have here?” he taunted me.
    I didn’t say a word.  I decided to let him touch me for another half-minute or so, and then leave. But he was relentless with his teasing of my clit, and I was approaching the point of no return.
    “You want to cum, don’t you?”
    I didn’t answer.  But I didn’t pull away either.  Perhaps I’d let him quickly bring me off, and then get on my way.  “Yes…yes please, I’d like to cum.”
    “Since I touched you, we’re back to even. If you want to cum, you’ll have to offer something in exchange.”
    What?? Are you nuts, dude? You’re lucky I’m even here! I don’t want to cum that bad. Least of all with you!   “Off…offer something in…in return?”  Why did I just say that?  I should just leave; this is my chance.
    “If you want to cum , you’ll have to stay and suck my cock again. One more time. But it might take me twenty minutes to rebound, so you can spend that time licking my balls.”
    I wanted to say fuck you. But those weren’t the words that seemed to escape my mouth.  Instead I found myself saying: “I will. Please let me cum. Please let me cum and stay and suck your cock again.”
    “And to get me prepped, you’re gonna give my balls a nice