The Dom-Trap Son 3 - (The Good Son, SI)
Friday, I was free from shift at the job so I could take care of the weekly date with my girlfriend and (hopefully so) get a final answer if she was going to be my loyal girl, or if she was tempted enough by either a BBC or by hypno-fuckers.
I had a budget for the outdoor date. I would spend most of it on her, and I would stick to just a glass of water and a slice of cake. I had to keep my belt tight around my waist if I wanted to not have any economic issues while I was still looking for a way to raise my income.
I checked my watch after getting us a table, and I waited for Susan to arrive. She came about the right planned hour, and she had a happy smile when she arrived... until she noticed me. Ah yes, I could tell this was going to be a fun encounter.
"Hi babe."
"Sup, hun," I replied, standing up to lean and give her a soft peck on her lips and even help her sit. "How was your week?"
"Enlightening."
"Is that so? Mine too," I replied in a fake jovial tone, almost matching hers. "Let's get our orders first, I wanna hear about it."
She ordered an expensive dish, but it was well within budget as I got my own cheap order noted and getting prepped up in the kitchens.
"So, do tell. What got you 'awaken'?"
"W-Well, you remember yesterday's conversation?"
"I sure did. And you know what, I had the opportunity to look into it some more, and I have to say- both options have some smart things on them."
The blonde perked up, a hint of hope flaring from within those silly pretty eyes of hers. "R-Really? I am so glad but... what did you like of those specifically?"
Ah yes, this is what I have been waiting for. Confusion and suspicion.
"Well, where do I begin? How about Mr. Oliver, yes?" I offered and Susan nodded. "Well, I learned there's actually a similar course going on in town. It's not bound to the college but it follows the same goal: the end of all racism by allowing young white men to interact with wise and strong black women."
...
"What?" She half-squeaked, her smile half-gone and her eyes widened by a fraction.
"I remembered what you told me. All this talk about stopping inequality reminded me that we both should care for this matter. We need to be understanding of the past and work forward to fix things in the future."
...
She went awfully quiet once I was done saying this, but I didn't let the ball drop- oh no, I let that bitch roll like a beyblade.
"Then there was Mr. Chad's course and, admittedly, I couldn't find much on a more comprehensive course but... I found something similar. You see, there are men like Mr. Chad that claim women, keep them around for a while, and then they ditch them as soon as they become 'unsavory'. There is a special service where women looking for partners pay for temporary boyfriends to clean after them, hug and cuddle with them and even make sweet and tender love. Things that Alpha Men can't afford to do since they are too busy being, you know, Alpha."
...
Susan was now pale-faced, but I decided to take a tiny break as our food arrived and I enjoyed the delicious cheap chocolate cake and the bland water I got served. The girl hardly moved to eat her meal as she looked lost in her thoughts.
"But, you know what?" I asked as I was halfway through with the delish snack. "I kind of will not do either."
Surprise flashed once more through my girlfriend's eyes. "Y-You are not?"
"Of course not. Because, you see, differently from some man-whores that would devaluate their loving relationships without taking into account their partner's feelings, I actually care for you, Susan. I understand I am not the ultimate fucker in bed, but I doubt I ever done anything to turn this relationship miserable."
She lowered her gaze, shame plastered all over it. She looked ready to cry, but I sighed and decided to be honest about it.
"I am not in the best spot. My mind isn't, at least. My dad is a moron, my mother has nothing to do to help, and I am now dealing with something that could endanger so many people. So, for you to be like this, trying to ask for something new from others rather than talking with me... I want to know what's up. You're my girlfriend, Susan, and if you want to spice things up, I am willing to listen and we can try this out on our own."
The blonde smiled briefly, and we ate our food in relative peace. Once we were done and I had paid the bill, I thought that Susan would have asked that we ended stuff there but... she had a strange look on her face. And a bit of a blush confirming she was up to some naughty thinking.
"Y-You said we could talk about... naughty ideas... right? I have one that could make things fun in bed and help with the money."
I frowned at this, but she decided to whisper the rest of what she was up to by my ear. My eyes widened astronomically - it was as if I had discovered the purpose of fire, and how this could be harnessed for the greatness of the world.
Except it was to get fat cash, and get some fun while at it.
Susan was sitting beside me as we were getting the profile ready by my PC.
The website was similar to Pornhub, but it was supposedly more 'reputable' in terms of how much it can pay depending on the views and the donations. I was a bit baffled by the discovery as, I did think about doing that considering my girly body, but I had ruled that out on the basis the prices may be similar to my previous life.
Turns out that there was a more favorable economic view on the sector, so it wasn't outlandish for college students to put videos of them going at it. One of Susan's friends had mentioned this to her, and she had forgotten about it.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, and she nodded, a tiny smile on her face as she clearly had a bit of a exhibitionism kink. "Well, we could start with a cunnilingus and a blowjob."
The blonde nodded, getting in bed and removing her clothes. I whistled at her eagerness, but I took some time to set up the camera and get a bit of confirmation that we were in the clear about it.
Once the camera was well set, I undressed and got the stream go live.
"Ready?"
The girl beamed and nodded.
"Well, how about a quick introduction. Hello, pervy viewers, my name is Dommy Trap, and this right here is my girlfriend-"
"Susie the Slut."
"Wowie~! Already going for the self-insults, my dear? Hmm, I can tell you are aching for some loving, uh?" I hummed, trying my best to put up with the act. "So, this is our first stream together and we wish for a wonderful career for ourselves and a few long and sweet hours of pleasure for the rest of you. Stay tuned and, remember, do keep track of us while supporting our endeavor. Without further ado, let's get between those luscious legs."
Shuddering, Susan spread her legs open and revealed her pussy and her anus.
"Look at that, people. Susie is indeed a quivering mess. One moment and I will give her the love she needed. First, lets lift those legs up and- bon appetit~!"
Susan moaned the moment I started to lavish her quim and pucker with kisses. Yes, I may have gone a bit beyond the planned cunnilingus, but I couldn't say no to that pink little hole of hers. It was clean, and I needed to remind the bitch who owned such an innocent butthole who was her daddy.
Susan's toes were curling in pleasure as she writhed in bliss under my ruthless lapping, kissing, and even suckling. I had no clear view to my PC monitor, but the sound signals that donations were coming in pushed me to go harder on her.
The blonde was more than happy to squirt like a proper whore, her innocent smell soon replaced by her true scent: one of a naughty little whore that needed to be reminded who was boss of her cunt and her ass. I usually am not that possessive of people, but I understood through these interactions that Susie was indeed a Slut and one that needed to be leashed accordingly.
Twenty minutes in and she had came roughly four times. I may have abysmal sexual stamina in this body, but I knew how to please a lady. And by the time I was done with the caring, it was now time for her to return the favor.
"Dear, hun, sweetie, I hope you got your body readied because I am sure as hell stiff. Look at me~!"
I soon had my cock on Susan's face. She recognized it, and yet, rather than just be shocked by it, she started to nuzzle her cheek against it and then... she was giving it kisses.
"How about we get in a more clear position? Here, crawl up to me, sweetie."
I left the bed, while Susan actually crawled up to catch up to me. She was on her knees, staring straight at my hard but still average penis. She sniffed it, mesmerized by it, and I flashed a smile at the camera.
"Now, my beloved Slut will show you all how much devoted she is to my trappy cock. Am I right, hun?"
She didn't answer, actually swallowing the chubby thing and starting to suck hard on it.
"GLKH, GLK, GLK, GLKH~!"
She was giving me a deepthroat, which wasn't much considering how little inches got to her tight throat. Still, I pounded back at her, the face-fucking still quite rough as she sucked hard on my cock and didn't stop as I came into her mouth.
Admittedly, we both were 'glass cannons' when it came to sex. I could dom her through the means of teasing, btu Susan had that drive in her that could ultimately make her a life-taker with enough cock-sucking. Maybe I was overthinking it, but she was outrageously ruthless in sucking and slurping at my cock and balls, drawing this for well over a hour.
I was spent at that point, and, after delivering the final lines to the stream, I had it stopped for good.
With everything wrapped up, it was time to check the donations and the views. I was a bit confused by the numbers we got, same for the 'next stream' requests we got with some of the cash. I had to ask Susan to come and look at it since I was still recovering from that life-draining BJ she gave me.
"That's five zeroes," She mumbled in surprise, and I nodded as I did a rapid 'post-taxation' calculation which led to... "Still five zeroes."
"Yep," I mumbled. "And we may get paid more if we get sponsors."
Susan had a silly grin on her face. "Damy?"
"Yes, hun?"
"I think I will quit college."
...
"You could go with Ms. Domina-"
"I don't like her with how she treated you," She interrupted. "Plus... this feels right. You know: you, me, and the sex online. Fuck, just looks at the comments. Some calls me hot, men and women, and then they call me a lucky bitch since they want a piece of your cock."
"Sluts exist everywhere, hun," I remarked. "Still, if you want to drop Uni... you could come live with me. I don't pay rent so... it could be something. If you want, that is."
"I..." Susan hummed, frowning at me for a moment. "You know that mom would ask if we are getting ready for marriage, right?"
"And?"
"Are you planning to ask my hand in a year?"
"...Maybe?" I mean, I had planned to drop her the moment she didn't take my offer but... a lot has happened today, and I guess the entire situation is far too different than before.
She perked up at this and then she thought of the situation. "Well, we are going that deep, so... I'll think about it. But I want to sleep here tonight, okay?"
I nodded, and, after shutting down my PC, I got dinner ready for me and Susan before we got to bed.
While I felt reasonably worried about her backstabbing me... I was unaware that Susan was going to be my best ally through the reminder of this Russian Mafia issue and beyond.
AN
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