Jack stared at the calendar, heart pounding as the clock struck midnight on his twenty-second birthday. In this world, the law was absolute: every man turning twenty-two had to submit to face-sitting from every acquaintance over twenty-three, licking ass no matter how filthy or unexpected. He was a slender twink, all sharp cheekbones and nervous energy, and the thought made his cock twitch despite the dread. His apartment door swung open without a knock. Lena, his sharp-tongued neighbor of twenty-eight, sauntered in wearing nothing but a silk robe that clung to her curves. "Happy birthday, Jack," she purred, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "Time to pay the tax. I've been waiting for this since you moved in."
Lena dropped the robe, revealing smooth skin and a confident stance that dared him to look away. Jack swallowed, already feeling the tension coil in his gut. "Lena, come on, we can talk about this," he said, voice cracking with a mix of fear and unexpected horniness. She laughed, a throaty sound that filled the room. "Talk? Darling, the law doesn't negotiate. Besides, I've seen how you eye my ass at the gym. This is just making it official." She stepped closer, her presence dominating the space, strong and unyielding. Jack's pulse raced as she guided him to the couch with a firm hand.
"You're really going to make me do this?" Jack asked, trying for wit. "What if I pass out from the sheer power of your personality?" Lena smirked, straddling his chest without hesitation. "You'll survive, twink. And you'll love every second. Now, get that tongue ready." She shifted upward, lowering her ass onto his face, the warmth and scent overwhelming him instantly. Jack's cock hardened against his will, pressing against his pants as he began to lick, the taste salty and intimate. Lena moaned softly, grinding with controlled strength. "That's it, deeper. Make it good or I'll stay here all night."
The sensation built fast. Jack's hands gripped her thighs as she rocked, her pussy wet and dripping above him, brushing his nose with every movement. "Fuck, your tongue feels better than I imagined," she said, voice husky. "Witty little thing like you, reduced to this. How does it feel knowing the whole building might line up next?" Jack panted beneath her, the words sparking more arousal than shame. He licked harder, circling her ass, tasting every inch as sweat beaded on his forehead. Lena reached down, stroking his hard cock through his clothes. "Already throbbing? Good boy. But don't you dare come yet."
She lifted slightly, allowing him air, then descended again, her ass smothering him in rhythmic pulses. Jack's mind spun with the mix of humiliation and lust, his own body betraying him with every lick. "Lena, you're killing me," he gasped during a brief reprieve. She chuckled, strong thighs flexing. "That's the point. Now suck properly." Her fingers worked his zipper free, freeing his cock to the cool air. She wrapped a hand around it, pumping slowly while her ass claimed his face once more. The dual sensation made him groan, tongue delving deeper into her ass as she grew wetter, dripping onto his chin.
Tension peaked as Lena shifted forward, presenting her pussy. "Lick here too," she commanded, not submissive but directing with iron will. Jack obeyed, sucking her clit while she stroked him faster. "You're so horny for this, aren't you?" she teased. "Bet your cock is aching to explode." He came hard, cum spurting across her hand and his stomach, body shuddering under her weight. Lena followed soon after, grinding her wet pussy against his mouth, panting as she climaxed, her juices mixing with the sweat on his face.
They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily. Lena rose gracefully, her strong form silhouetted in the dim light. She wiped her hand on his shirt with a grin. "Not bad for the first one, Jack. But remember, everyone over twenty-three gets a turn. The mailman, your boss, that cute barista. This was just the beginning." Jack lay there, spent and sticky, mind racing with the implications. Lena dressed slowly, tossing him a wink. "Rest up, twink. The queue is long, and I might come back for seconds."
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Jack alone with the lingering taste and the knowledge that his birthday obligations had only just started.
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