"I think I'm gonna give it back to you, baby-dick. Give you something to jack your pathetic little nub off to."
I felt a flush of relief. The jerk still thought the book was just a journal with pervy notes I'd taken on his dick — he must think I was spying on him or something. I hastily reached up for it, but he snatched it away before I could reach it.
"Not yet," he chided, eyes gleaming, "I'm gonna give you a little souvenir first. Something to make your little fanfic about me more realistic."
His dick was still half hard from the blow job he'd forced me to give him minutes before, and, as he spoke, his hand crept down to his long, fat cock and began to glide over it. It quickly hardened again, his virile nuts churning as his dick slowly pulled back to life. Fuck, I'd been choking on his cum and he wasn't even spent. As he pumped himself quickly towards a second climax, he flipped open the book with one hand, and my eyes widened as I realized what he was going to do.
It wasn't as big a load as he'd poured down my throat a minute ago, but that wasn't saying much. Dick in hand, Larry grunted as he covered the open book with thick ropes of creamy white jizz. As his erection subsided again he gave me a lopsided, lustful grin, and, to my shock and fascination, used the few dry spots left on the open page to wipe his dick clean.
When he'd finished, he unceremoniously dropped the book at my feet, and nudged it towards me with a toe.
"Read up, slut," he said, then turned and strode out of the room.
Quickly, I grabbed the book, and used my shirt to frantically wipe off as much cum as I could. Whether by coincidence or some whim of the book itself, the page he had opened to was the one detailing both of our stats, and his jazz clung to the page, smearing the ink slightly as I tried to clean it off. When I was done, the book was beginning to dry, and my shirt was soaked with cum.
"Uh, w-what was that all about?"
I looked up, having completely forgotten Greg was in the room. He was fully clothed again, but I could see the front of his slacks straining, and the strange hungry look in his eyes as he stared at me.
"Just a diary," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, "Nothing important."
I suddenly became painfully aware of the fact that I was half naked and half covered in cum in front of a total stranger. Sure, I'd sucked his dick, but with the eroticism of the situation fading away and genuine worry creeping in I no longer found my humiliating state sexy. I stood, trying to pull down the front of my shirt to hide my pathetic little cocklet, and placed the book on the table.
"Uh, it was nice to, um...meet you," I said, pointedly not looking in the direction of Greg's freshly sucked cock, "But I'm gonna go change. You can see yourself out."
I winced at how blunt the words sounded — he seemed like an okay guy, if a bit of a perv — but quickly grabbed some clothes from the dresser and ducked into the bathroom.
Just take a few deep breaths, I thought to myself, and everything's gonna be fine. The book's still here.
After changing my clothes and staring in the mirror for a few moments to calm my racing heart, I opened the door and walked back into the room.