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She gripped his cock, now jerking him into her mouth as she whimpered and slobbered over him, her hips still twitching and her flesh quivering beneath his fingers from her own orgasm.

"Oh god," he whimpered when he had nothing left, but she kept going, swirling her tongue around his now oversensitive head. "Fuck!" His hips jerked as she sucked hard enough to hollow her wet black streaked cheeks, and he felt himself give up a few more drops.

"Stop," he pleaded, tugging gently on her hair. "Please."

Aphrodite eased him from her mouth, and his cock jerked when she stuck her tongue into his slit, licking the last pearly drop that had remained there.

She leaned back, and when he removed his hand from between her legs, remained kneeling on the seat, her hands now on his leg. Aphrodite was breathing hard, and his eyes widened at the sight of a white stripe of cum on her chin and some oozing from the left corner of her mouth.

Her lipstick was smeared, and her face streaked with black. Her hair was once again a mess, and now falling over the right side of her face, one of her banana curls stuck to her sticky face.

"That was...wow," Zafron breathed, feeling as if he needed to say something into the awkward silence.

Aphrodite stared down between his legs. "Bad boy, you have lipstick all over your dick."

He followed her gaze, to see his cock was as messy as her face, lipstick, a few drops of cum at the base and slick as hell from her mouth.

It was also still hard and twitching between his legs.
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"I thought that was a proper thank you," she ran her finger along his shaft. "But it seems like you're not satisfied." She sucked on her lower lip. "Maybe since we're in your Cart, you should take me for a ride."

"Where do you want to..." He froze when she pointed. "Ease your seat down," she tugged her dress further up over her hips, giving him a view of the neatly trimmed triangular patch of hair between her thighs.

She wanted to fuck him right here.

Aphrodite's hands went to her shoulders, her thumbs hooking into the straps, and tugged them down her arms. Zafron's hand dropped, trying to find the lever, but froze when a light shined directly into his face.

He turned and his stomach pitched when he saw a Enforcer standing there.

"Shit," Aphrodite whispered when he tapped the window.

She quickly pulled her dress down and slid her legs from the seat down to the floor so she was once again sitting.

Zafron fumbled with his now deflated cock, trying to get it back in his boxers while he put the window down.

"Evening, sir," he nodded towards Aphrodite. "Ma'am."

"C...can I help you?" Zafron stammered.

"I cruise through here a couple times a night, checking to make sure there's no trouble. Get a rowdy crowd from time to time."

"And so you can pull people over when they leave looking for DUIs ." Aphrodite added.

"That too," The Enforcer, who looked to be in his forties nodded. "But if I see someone who looks like they've had too much I'll stop them from driving, get them a ride home." He pointed to Aphrodite. "I can see and hear you're in no shape to drive, but it looks like you found a ride." A smile played about his lips at the joke.

"What can I say? I'm a horny drunk." Aphrodite giggled, leaving Zafron unsure if she just wasn't worried about trouble, or too wasted to care.

"And a happy one," He looked to Zafron. "Have anything to add, son?"

"Sorry, sir, we were just um," he sighed. "Please don't call my mother."

The Enforcer laughed.

"That's a good one." Zafron flinched when he reached into the Cart, but he just rested his hand on his shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Listen, kid, it's cool. I was your age, and far be it from me to ruin a great night," he laughed again. "But I'm adding to the story you'll tell down the line. For now, just head on home, and make sure she gets home okay. Do that, and we're cool."

"I, uh, work here. I'm on break," he gave the Enforcer a sheepish grin.

"My ride is over there." Aphrodite threw her thumb over her shoulder. "Black Cart there."

"You got a ride here to do this?"

"Absolutely," Aphrodite gave him a drunken smile. "Us boring fat lousy lays do things like this all the time."

"Ma'am if you don't mind, I'm going to walk you over to your ride, make sure that's the case and he's to take you straight home. Fair enough?"

"Thank you, officer." She sighed and Zafron gasped when right in front of the Enforcer, she squeezed his soft oozing cock. "Thanks for the shot, mister bartender. Little salty, but just what I needed."

"Kid, one day you're going to appreciate this experience. Have fun while you can." He pointed to Aphrodite. "Ma'am, one more thing before you get out of the Cart?"

"Yes, officer?"

"Can you wipe off?" He looked as if he were struggling not to smile as he touched his chin. "You have a little something on your face."

***

He hurried across the street to her house after the enforcer brought her back home. To some extent everything happened in a flash with no recollection of time except for the fact that they were separated for a considerable amount of time. Still though, it didn't feel like they were far apart.

While he knew this was all the globe's effect, he was sold into the narrative too deeply to believe anything else. To simply put, this was the ultimate role-play.

He reached the door, and it opened before he could reach for the bell.

"Come in, Zafron," Aphrodite spoke from behind the door as she pulled it open. "Please sit down."

He entered the living room and sat on the couch, as Aphrodite closed the door. She wore a white button down shirt that fell to her midthigh, leaving a lot of bare leg exposed. She was barefoot, her toes still painted in last night's hot pink.

Zafron quickly pulled his gaze from her legs, not wanting to get caught checking her out, even though he doubted she could blame him after last night. Her hair was down and in its familiar wild tousled state, curls everywhere, some hanging in her face.

She was devoid of make-up and her eyes were red and puffy, he hoped that was an effect of a hangover and she hadn't been crying. His eyes reflexively dropped lower to her chest, after all eight years of trying to subtly stare at her, were hard to overcome.

The shirt fit loosely, making him wonder if it had been Tom's and giving little indication of the impressive breasts beneath it. From the way it was wrinkled it was obvious she'd slept in it.

Except for showing more leg than usual this was the Aphrodite he was accustomed to, plain, but hot in her natural way. It made seeing her dressed to kill last night seem even more out of character, and he had to admit, as odd as it was, he found he liked this look on her more, it was real, and that's what he'd always liked about her.

"Can I get you a cup of tea or anything else?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"Okay," Rather than sit across from him as she had the other day, Aphrodite sat down next to him on the couch, and he had to make sure he kept his eyes averted from her legs.

"Well," Aphrodite released a long breath. "This is awkward to say the least."

"Kind of."

"I owe you an apology for last night."