'He stroked himself while I watched. I’d seen him do this before, but whereas normally it felt acceptable to help him along, this time I knew I could only watch. It was an erotic kind of torture, especially as he began to move faster, getting ever closer to coming.
Finally he groaned and aimed his cock down. For a split second I thought he was aiming for another part of my body or outfit, but instead he came on the wooden floor.
He told me later that the look on my face at that moment was a picture of confusion and annoyance. I can’t imagine it got any better when he spoke to me – I literally had to restrain the urge to push him over.
‘This is why, when I say clean the room, everything has to be clean. Now lick it up.’
/Sophie Morgan