Excerpt from – Voices Carry – 3
by July Cumming
After a week of taboo thoughts about Samantha, Tom creates a plan to get what he wants without anyone finding out. Can he manage to take her hard and without protection before her no good boyfriend gets to her first?
Once everyone had finished eating, the guys took off outside. Tom ran upstairs to get out of his slacks, and into something more comfortable. Sweats were perfect for lounging in. After changing, he came back down and they had a seat back on the couch.
“So girls, another movie?” Tom asked. It was already past eight and he would need to get to bed soon after the show if he was going to use that toy.
“Yeah sure dad. Since you picked the last one, and it stunk I might add, I’m choosing the next one. ‘The Clowns Have Knives’ sounds creepy. Nobody in their right mind, likes clowns,” Samantha sneered.
“Sounds good Cupcake.” Tom folded his arms together and stretched out his legs. Time to relax.
As the movie played on, Tom’s eyes grew weary, and he eventually nodded off to the screams of terror.
It was half way into the film before Samantha noticed her dad had fallen asleep. She was about to nudge him, hoping he would open his eyes, but stopped herself from disturbing him. She felt herself drawn to glance down at his crotch. Tom’s dick was standing straight up under his sweatpants. Trying not to bring attention to him, Samantha quickly turned her face back towards the movie.
“You see it too?” Becky whispered.
“See what?” Samantha replied, hoping she was talking about the film.
“Your dad is rock hard.”
“I hadn’t noticed. I don’t make it a habit of looking at my dad’s junk.” Samantha replied.
“Yeah right. How could you not notice that? It’s huge. Is your dad a light sleeper?” Becky asked.
“I don’t think so, why?”
“Let’s find out.” Becky traced her fingertip from his cock-head down to where she could no longer feel his cock underneath his pants.
“Oh my God, what are you doing?” Samantha asked in an annoyed tone.
“I’m seeing if he is a heavy or light sleeper. What does it look like I’m doing?” Becky continued gently caressing her finger over his shaft that was hidden under his pants. “Look, it’s twitching.”
“Stop it Becky. That’s so not cool,” Samantha whispered as she watched her best friend play with her daddy’s hard-on.
“I never said it was. Well it kinda is. It’s dancing on its own.” Becky smiled and gave Samantha a devilish look. “Dare you to touch it too.”
“God no. That’s my dad.”
“So, he’s not your real dad.”
“Well he is to me. He raised me.” Samantha’s heart started to pound inside her chest.
“Wouldn’t you like to feel his beast? It looks pretty big under there.” Becky reached over Tom and grabbed Samantha’s hand. She knew if she resisted, they would wake the man of the house up. Becky held Samantha’s wrist and placed her hand on top of Tom’s cock. “Go on, feel it.”
Samantha struggled to swallow her spit, making her gasp. She was absolutely mortified to what her friend was making her do. It felt like she was drowning, forgetting how to breathe. She looked into Becky’s eyes, pleading with her to let her go.
“It’s not going to bite you. Relax. Feel how thick his cock is? How warm it feels under his pants? Now squeeze your palm around it.” Becky guided Samantha to do exactly what she told her to do.
“This is so wrong Becky. What if one of the guys walks in? How the hell do I explain that to the guys?”
“Don’t worry so much. Your dad’s prick feels so good, doesn’t it?” Becky asked, wrapping her hand around her friend’s hand. She slowly cradled Samantha’s palm around Tom’s thick shaft and pushed her hand down his dick. “Yes, that’s it. Stroke his cock. I bet he wishes he was awake for this,” she said, pulling Samantha’s hand back up. Becky gripped her hand and steadily jerked their hands multiple times over his bulge.
Samantha’s cunt throbbed in excitement as she fondled her dad in his slumber. Is this really happening? “We should stop Becky. It’s so wrong,” she stated. She didn’t really want to stop, she enjoyed touching her dad and feeling his massive prick. It sparked her forbidden desires again, but it felt awkward doing it with her best friend forcing her hand. “He’s going to wake up.”
“Want me to take it out of his pants? I bet his flesh is on fire from being so hard.”
“God no. You can’t do that.”
“I can’t, or I shouldn’t?”
“Both. That’s too risky Becky,” Samantha uttered, while her hand softly rubbed up and down her daddy’s contained shaft. She found it hard to believe how much she enjoyed touching him. The last twenty-four hours had been a blur of arousal and unethical thoughts for her dad. She didn’t think she would ever be stroking him off. This was incredible. As much as she wanted so badly to wrap her fingers around his bare skin, she couldn’t do it in front of her friend. And definitely not out in the open of their living room.
“Is your pussy throbbing like mine is?” Becky asked.
“Nooo. God no! This is so gross. It’s not some random guy passed out. It’s my dad for fuck sake.”
“It is. I can tell just by your reply that you are thoroughly getting aroused by this. Let me take it out. Then you can at least see it.”
“No. It’s not happening. And no, I’m not thrilled molesting my dad in his sleep,” Samantha replied, unaware that she was now stroking him off on her own will.
Becky had taken her hand off Samantha’s hand in hopes she would continue rubbing him on her own. She was really getting off on watching her best friend stroke Tom. Without thinking twice about it, Becky crammed Samantha’s hand down the front of his pants and placed it on his warm stiff flesh.
“Holy fuck. What have you done?” Samantha asked, terrified and stunned that her fingers were now skimming her daddy’s hard cock. She was about to pull her hand out, until Becky piped up.
“If you stop now, surely daddy will wake up and catch you playing with his prick. Keep the motion going.” Becky grinned. The flickering light from the horror movie playing in the background, gave an evil look to her face.
“I can’t do this.” Samantha’s fingers repeatedly slid over her dad’s penis, petting him while he slept.
“Yes you can. It feels warm and velvety right? I assume since you are a virgin, this is the first cock you’ve ever touched?” Becky winked, knowing full well it was.
“Well yeah, I’m waiting until the party on Friday.”
“You are such a naughty little virgin. Stroking off your dad while he’s asleep. Want me to pull his pants down so you can suck it?”
“No! I’m putting a stop to this nonsense Becky. He’s going to wake anytime now or the guys will come barging in. I’ve done nothing wrong here. You did this.” Samantha carefully pulled her hand out from Tom’s sweats.
“Oh you liked every second of it. I bet daddy’s girl would take it further if she could.”
“God no. Stop. This never happened. Do you hear me?”
“Whatever. I know what I saw,” Becky said, standing up from the couch. “I’m getting a drink. Do you want anything?”
Samantha wanted her dad. The size of his cock in her hand had her pussy clenching to the thoughts of it filling her up. “I’m good.” Samantha stood up and walked over to the front door to check on the work of the car. It had been awhile since the guys had been heard from. She opened the door to find the driveway clear of anything. “Um, looks like the boys have left you behind Becky. The guys were gone, as well as the car.”
A scream from the movie startled Tom awake. Unaware of how long he’d been out, he figured it was at least an hour. He sat on the sofa, waiting for his wood to go down before attempting to get up. He didn’t say a word when he heard the girls walking around.
“That sucks. I guess I’m spending the night.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea Becky. Not after what you made me do.” Samantha walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water out of the fridge.
“I highly doubt your dad is going to take me home at this late hour. Do you really want me getting a ride from him?” she said, standing across from her at the island.
“It’s only nine-thirty, catch the bus,” Samantha scoffed.
“But it’s Sunday, remember? They aren’t running very often today. Besides, we still have to watch the rest of the movie. It was getting good too, until you stopped it.” Becky wasn’t talking about the flick.
Tom wondered what Becky made Samantha do that had her pissed off. He closed his eyes again, hoping he could find the answer.
“Well, I highly doubt he’ll drive you home. It’s late and we have to get to bed.”
“See, I’m spending the night. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to him if that’s what you are worried about.”
“What just happened, never happened. Understand?” Samantha still couldn’t believe what she had done to her dad. It would be a cold day in hell when she would admit she enjoyed it.
“I swear, my lips are sealed,” Becky replied, motioning her fingers to lock her lips. “I know you liked it though, but I’ll let you go on pretending you didn’t.”
Back in the living room, the girls flopped down on the couch to watch the rest of the movie. It was a little disappointing for Samantha to see that her dad’s hard-on was now gone, yet relieved it wasn’t there to entice her.
Tom stretched his arms over his head and yawned, letting the girls know he was awake. “Did I miss much? I didn’t realize I was that tired,” he said as he sat up.
“Yeah, you missed quite a bit Mr. Peterson. It was really good.”
Samantha leaned forward and glared at Becky. She wanted to strangle her for implying something. “No, it wasn’t. The movie’s another stinker.”
“It’s good I slept through it then. How are the guys doing? Any luck on the car?”
“Well Dad, they left without saying anything. That was Becky’s ride home. I’ll be having a good talk with Blake tomorrow at school.”
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Excerpt from THE HOTEL PARTY by Moctezuma Johnson
I’m surprised Jenny wanted to date me. I’m attractive, but she was fucking perfect. I have a nice scar on my back now, but that’s not enough. Tall and pretty with long sexy legs, a full ass and perky, full tits on her, she could have any guy she wanted. She was the kind of girl you wanted to play house with. The kind of girl you may sell a kidney for just to buy her a handbag you couldn’t afford.
Jynx hated her. She was everything Jynx wasn’t: tall, ultra-skinny, always trying to please me, open to anything. She adored me. She’d lick my asshole, dress in costumes, give up her ass, sweep the floor, let me face fuck her, and buy my cat food.
One night I was holding my cock in Jenny’s mouth while lying on the bed using the phone. I got a weird text. “I’m going to get laid tonight. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. Love, Jynx.”
The next morning Jenny left early for work. Jynx came over and kneeled under my desk while I was on the computer. “He took me to a motel and licked my pussy. Then I wanted to blow him. I wanted to. His penis wasn’t big like yours, so it was easy to get him excited.” She went down deep on my cock and looked me in the eyes. “I have had a lot of practice.” She went down my shaft and then lifted my balls and licked the prostate. My cock was so hard it bumped the computer monitor on my desk.
“Is this what you did to him?”
“Yes,” she said. “I licked his balls until he was as hard as he could be. His penis wasn’t that big, but I still came twice when he fucked me from behind.”
I shoved her head down. “Suck, you fucking cheating cumpig!” I unloaded a massive load into her throat.
I fucked Jenny the first time in my secret apartment away from the school. Or maybe it was outdoors in the amphitheater of the university she had attended, but man I was too drunk to be sure. She was currently my student. She had her hands on my cock and then I undressed her. I couldn’t believe her body. It was perfection: long, sexy, and toned. And her pussy wasn’t as dry as Jynx’s cunt so I could fuck her longer. She held me tight and moaned hard and held me to her and shook. She said it was her first time cumming, so I guess that’s how she fell in love with me.
Jenny had some real estate experience and helped me with Korean to rent my bar and get the contracts with the alcohol distributors set up.
She bought an apartment near mine. She cleaned my house. She bought my cat food and toys. She gave up her ass for hours every night. A lot of my customers thought she was the best looking woman they had ever seen. She caused accidents when she crossed the street.
Jynx was still letting me come to her apartment and fuck her. I loved her big tits and the thing was, she was in my life. My email password was her name with some symbols. My cock got hard when I thought of her big fat Asian ass (she is a PAAG, Phat Ass Asian Girl). I came in torrents down her throat when she sucked me off on rooftops, stairways, back alleys, taxis, buses, airplanes. I masturbated thinking of shoving her head in the toilet while fucking her ass brutally. I had spit on her, pissed on her, written dirty words on her, poured saved jizz on her, cockslapped her, fucked all her holes, and called her names. The only thing I hadn’t done so far was go ass to mouth.
I was fucking Jenny four or five nights a week and fucking Jynx the others.
Jynx was coming over before work just to lower her panties and spread her ass-cheeks for me. Then she would slave at the office cubicle. Pathetic.
She was getting worn out, strung out, fatigued, kaput. She didn’t want to be second pussy. She wanted to be the Princess Pussy, the one and only, the adored pussy, tiara pussy, diamond-encrusted pussy, the royal pussy in my parade and who could really blame her? I mean, what hadn’t the bitch done for me?
Minus her chubby calves and thunder thighs she was a great girl. She had smooth, silky skin, and a great rack. Her nipples were those little pink ones that get hard just by going near them. Her under-boob was thick and delicious. I called her Pancake Titties because when she was lying down they looked like a short stack.
She came into my apartment dressed professionally. She must have gotten up before the crack of dawn to shower, put on make-up, and make the trek up to this ghetto part of the city. It was just past six o’clock a.m. She kneeled down and I sat on the edge of the bed. I “I met another guy in Seokmo,” she told me to prime me for our before-work quickie in which I would pound the back of her throat so hard her Montgomery bumps looked nearly as big as nipples. Seokmo was the pick-up part of Korea where white guys went to find Korean girls to fuck. Without me as her steady man, she would be one of those Korean girls—a piece of meat for white dick. “He promised to take me to a movie or dinner, but we just went to a motel.”
I pushed her neck. “You went straight to a motel with some guy?”
She sucked a few strokes and then said, “I had met him before, while I was with Esther. She said to meet him.”
“Why didn’t you have coffee?” I pushed her head down again.
“He had already booked a motel.” She licked the tip and then looked up at me.
“And you fucked him?” I banged my cockhead against her lips.
“Yes. He undressed me and caressed my tits. He got me excited. He licked my pussy and made me cum. Then he bent me over and fucked me from behind with a big dick—as big as yours. He was rough with me, slapping my ass, pulling my hair, squeezing my tits together. It reminded me of you and I came. He pulled out and I expected him to paint my ass cheeks with his jizz but instead he pushed the head into my ass. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Are all British guys like that?”
“Arrogant? Many of them, yes. So you pushed him off?”
“No, I pushed my ass back until all of him was in me. I wanted to control it. Once it was all in, it wasn’t so bad. He fucked my ass from the back, pushing my head into the bed. My ass was up and in the air.”
I got on the bed and pulled her onto me. “So sexy, baby. Fuck me!”
She would become a bonafide slut, this lonely Asian young woman. Jynx, the new slut of Seokmo, was now naked on top of me, my cock up her slutty cunt. As she fucked me, she talked about getting another guy’s cock in her ass. I had Jynx’s ass in my hands and she was riding me. Going faster.
She said, “I did the up and down routine you like where I just move my hips and he went crazy. ‘Yes, you anal slag,’ he said in his British accent.”
“Did he come in your ass, baby?”
“Not just my ass.”
“He fucked you more than once?”
“Stop, stop, stop,” I said rapidly. I was about to cum. “They?”
“While Chase was fucking my ass deep and hard, spreading my ass cheeks wide apart, hurting me, the door opened and the next thing I knew, I had a cock in my mouth fucking my face and one in my hand. ‘Suck it, you gook whore,’ the guy said as he forced it down my throat.
“And in your hand?”
“I naturally just started to jerk the other one who was holding a video camera. ‘You’re right, Chase, she is an absolute slag, but not as bad looking as you said. She isn’t that fat,’ the cameraman said moving to another angle to shoot Chase deflowering my ass.”
I was really horny now, ready to explode inside of her. “Keep telling me how they whored you out. Do the up and down to me.”
“Chase continued to fuck me. ‘I didn’t say she was fat. I said her legs were fat,’ he said and then moaned loud. I felt his cock expand up my ass. It fucking hurt. He reminded me of you that way. His balls were banging into the petals of my pussy. He jizzed up into my ass, pumping harder and deeper than ever—ripping my poor asshole apart. I felt like I was bleeding.
The guy in my mouth then pulled out and coated my face with ropes of hot cream. He was yelling as he came, like he had won the world cup or something. The cameraman filmed my face close up like I was a star. And he filmed my ass. They turned me over on my back and lifted my legs up. Cum pooled into my eye and stung. My ass was way up in the air now. ‘Push my cum out of your ass and be the gook anal queen you are meant to be,’ said Chase while he held my legs up. I squeezed and cum ran out my asshole and down onto my tits and face. The cameraman said, ‘What a dirty slag! Great find, Chase. Which hole do you fancy I have a go at, slag?’ He kneeled on the bed and pushed into my pussy and after a minute or two of slow deep fucking pulled out and added his seed to my stomach and my tits. At this point two younger guys came into the room and…”
She was riding on me hard now and I couldn’t take it. I was leaning forward a bit and her little pink nipple was rubbing against my cheek and my eye. Her whole body was still, except her ass, which was shimmying up and down like hydraulics powered it. It drove me to the edge. I tapped her ass and she jumped off me as my cock spurted all over her ass cheeks and the bedspread.
“Oh my God!” I collapsed face down on the pillow and nestled up against her. “What a story!” I fell back to sleep until she shook my shoulder. “Master?” I opened my eyes. She was kneeling next to the bed. “May I go to work?”
“Show me your tits!” She pulled her blouse neckline down and pulled up a big piece of meaty tit. “Get me the pen, pig.” She handed me a pen. I wrote pig on her tit and she pulled her shirt back up and hid the message.
Excerpt from The Hotel Party (Formerly the BOO-Kahki Pants Party~)
Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired Series (20,000+ words of Psycho-Thriller Sexpot Smutpunk)
Now Jynx wasn’t supporting my new business venture of opening a bar and had stabbed me when I was caught cheating with another big-tittied Korean whore. I had left the door open and fell asleep, drunk from Soju, head on Grace’s very pink nipples that still had my cum caked on, with more on her chin. I heard the door and jumped up but it was too late. Jynx had a knife. She was already mad because before going to dinner with Grace I’d tied her to the table and taken her throat forcefully. Now she had the knife and the power. Last night after she nagged me to death, I bent her over and fucked her menstruating pussy before moving to her mouth and violating her throat. She cried and I left to have dinner with Grace. We got drunk. Her tits grew like Zeppelins as I got drunker. She often cocked her head to the side like a little bird. Her hair ran down over her bimbo juggs. As Jynx wielded the knife, Grace ran out in just a towel. All smooth skin and cleavage. Jynx got behind me and the stainless steel went in beside my spine. Grace screamed. The towel dropped.
“You fucking stabbed me!” I noticed Grace’s tits were fucking marvelous.
“You fucking deserve worse!” Jynx snarled. Smoke came out of her nose like a dragon. She threw Grace’s clothes out onto the street from my third floor apartment and then sat on the couch staring into space. I threw her on her back and yanked her shirt up over her head—she also had gorgeous tits.
She pulled me up, kissed me deep, and said, “Fuck me like you fucked that whore!” I slapped her tits and stabbed my cock into her cunt recklessly.
Grace stared at us with her mouth agape. She said, “You’re both crazy dog fuckers!”
I put Jynx on top of me. Her big tits hung down. “Her tits were bigger, you saw them,” I said, and then chewed on Jynx’s small, demure nipples. I grabbed the fat part of her ass cheek right by her cunt and used a handful of it to make her go up and down on my cock hard and fast while I squeezed her neck and pushed her down. “Head down, ass up, cunt! Like Grace.”
Jynx squeezed me. Her cunt was soaking wet. “Did that whore cum like this?”
I felt her cunt lips flinch and the clench around my cock. She held me tight. Her claws had sunk into me.
I fell asleep after cumming in her cunt. I woke up in a pool of blood. “I think I need stitches.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
I went outside, got in a taxi, and went to the hospital. I got twenty-three stitches on the inside of the stab wound and another thirteen on the outer skin to sew it back up.
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Chronicles of a Humiliation Backfired Series Excerpt from Episode #3 #EARTG #LPRTG #EROTICA @smutpunk_author
Excerpt from The Nymph and the Epiphany – Episode No. 3
this scene starts after MJ and Jenny are drugged in episode no. 2
I was there with this creature, this tentacle monster. It flailed and writhed. It climbed the smooth doll-like supermodel leg, all the way up to the thin thigh. It wrapped around her amazing leg. It inched awkwardly to where a man like me couldn’t hold it in anymore. I just watched this purple thing rubbing her thigh. Dark purple with veins and goo dropping onto her porcelain white skin. Her skin got sticky. It flopped on her bush, then her clit. Then it stopped and stiffened, opening her pussy lips and it penetrated her. Her pussy lips stretched to take in this enormous thing and she moaned like I’d never heard her moan before—like her soul was taking this monster, like it was touching that place beyond language, where thoughts still remain in their pure unshapen form, that’s where it seemed this thing was touching her from the type of deep moan-grunt that was coming out of Jenny. She sat up, her pussy clenched, and then she collapsed backward. The tentacle pulled out of her open pink cunt.
Jenny was a great looking girl. She was a model. People recognized her looks. It was the main thing about her. Her mind was developed too. There was a time when she spent all her time in the library. She’d read and study. She loved comic books. She was kind of a geek girl. He read about alien planets and little girls in schoolgirl uniforms out on adventures. There was Sailor Moon, MiHee the Space Princess, and Seoul Sucker. In all her reading, through all those strange sci-fi worlds, she never imagined that she would be on her back in a private club with this automated thing flopping on her like a dying fish. She never read how to prepare her body for a multiple-armed dildo monster penetrating her holes and jazzing over and over onto her body. From pinky toe to eyelash this writhing beast covered her in cream.
The thing erupted white goo all over toes and ankles, her knees and thighs, her belly and bush, and then her tits. The machine loved her tits and covered them generously with its slick white paste. Then it moved to her pretty face and worked it into her mouth, around her teeth like a water pick or a cake decorator. She was covered in every crevice. She was so drenched that if she flossed, cum would come out from between her teeth. If she blew her nose, cum would stain the tissue, if she wiped her ass, cum would be all over the toilet paper. It was awesome. My supermodel girlfriend was lying propped up on her elbows, watching her gorgeous body disappear under a flood of cream. It was a tentacle bukkake all over Jenny’s legs and her swollen red cunt. She had just been used by a room full of guys, said Jynx, and now she was being filmed with this thing dousing her in jizz and I was there. I was jerking off, as were many other guys, and Jynx was telling me to dump my jizz not on Jenny but on her.
#LPRTG #EARTG #ANAL | @JulyCumming | Excerpt from Bending Over For Jeff (Disciplined and Humiliated, A Backdoor Punishment Story) by July Cumming
As you know from my reviews, I love July’s writing and adore her story “Bending Over For Jeff” so I was thrilled that she agreed to publish a little bit of it here.
by July Cumming
Moonlighting as an erotic author, Ms. C will do just about anything to pay the bills. Hoping for a raise when the CEO calls her in a performance review, she finds herself on her knees and bending over. Performing under pressure has never been so hard.
My head was tripping from drinking so much wine. This meeting felt like one big hallucination.
“Is everything okay? You look a little pale. Maybe it’s time you took a break. Have a walk around the room and stretch out those legs.”
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. My body’s feeling numb from sitting so long,” I replied, pushing myself out from the desk. I stood up, arched my back to get out the kinks and the room began to spin.
Now was a good time to switch to the water I still had in my purse. I reached down into my bag, and as I came up I had a massive head rush. I downed the rest of the lukewarm water, hoping it would help stop the spinning.
Jeff smirked. “Better now?”
“Somewhat. I need a few minutes to clear my head.”
“Sure. Do you want to give your customers a great experience?”
“Of course I do. That’s a pretty dumb question to ask. I want my readers to come from my dirty imagination.”
“I need you to prove it.”
“I’m writing a story for you aren’t I?”
“I’m going to have to see your credentials. You know, show, don’t tell,” he stated.
“I thought you said you’ve read my work? How else would I show you?”
“Why don’t you show me how talented you are with those sexy lips.”
“What did you say?” There’s no way in hell he had the nerve to say what I thought I heard. “Did you just tell me to blow you?”
“Yes, you heard correct.”
I gave Jeff a stern look and picked up my purse. “I let the other stuff slide, but I draw the line at that Mr. St. Bendovz. If you could please point me to the door, I’ll be happy to leave,” I huffed, crossing his path.
Jeff stood up, his stiff cock protruding from his robe. His hand reached out for me, “Please don’t go,” he begged, grabbing at my arm. His strong hand squeezed my wrist. “We aren’t finished here.”
“Oh, yes we are! Let go of me!” The slick coconut oil on his palm made it easy for me to wriggle myself out of his grip.
“I’m the one calling the shots here. We are just getting started darling,” Jeff exclaimed, pushing me towards the desk. “I’m sure you’re aware that I grew up in Florida.”
“Yeah, so. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, I’d like to put some South in your mouth.”
“Oh wow, that didn’t sound cliché at all,” I replied, tripping on the object behind me. My body fell back onto a large white cushioned footstool. Jeff took my mishap as his opportunity to trap me. Before I could blink he straddled his legs over mine, making it impossible for me to stand back up. I sat face to face with his dripping one-eyed snake.
“I thought you brought me here to write you a smutty story? We started this a long time ago, now I’m ending it.”
“Not so fast. You’re not being a team player.”
“Now wait a minute. I’ve been compliant with everything you’ve asked of me so far.”
“Not everything. Since you write about sucking and fucking, you must be an expert in both. I need to find out if it’s true.”
“Can’t you leave things to the imagination? I could write that I’m purple, love eating broccoli and have you believe that I just started college. Guess what? None of that is real.” I wasn’t going to let him know I was a pro at sucking cock. I loved it so much to the point that I craved it.
“But those things don’t get me hard. The way you write so vividly about squirting and deep throating, I can’t let you go until I find out for myself.”
“Sounds like you’re infatuated with me. I guess I’ll be here for a while then. I’m sure someone in this institution would hear me if I screamed.”
Jeff looked around the room, “There’s nobody here but us. You can scream all you want. You know, let out that anger you have with me. It might even add some spice to what you are about to do.”
My heart started thumping hard like a drum solo in an eighties hair band.
“I can’t do it.”
“You can and you will. I could dismiss you for not following orders. I’d have to hold your pay of course. Do you want that?”
“No. I worked hard for my sales.”
“Then I suggest you obey me and show me what you can do.”
The words he uttered triggered my hot button. My pussy clenched, begging for some action. “Not now, not with him. Control your hormones,” I thought to myself.
“Jeff, this is getting out of hand. Are you seriously trying to blackmail me into getting you off?”
“I wouldn’t call it blackmail. I’m offering you the opportunity to prove your worth. You’d like to get paid for this story you’re writing me right?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Then do as I say and get on your knees. You can call me Big Daddy from now on. Maybe you can earn yourself a big bonus.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, nudging me towards his prick.
Unfuckingbelievable. There was no way I was going to cave in to cruel demands.
I glanced up to him, shaking my head in disapproval. “I’m fine sitting here. Would you really do that?”
“What do you think?” He grabbed my hand and placed it around the base of his half limp cock. He held my hand down with his own and guided me to stroke him off. “That’s it. Make Big Daddy harder than I could ever imagine.”
With ease, my hand rode up and down his growing prick. His warm flesh pulsed in my palm as I jerked him into a full erection. “This is crazy! You won’t get away with this.”
“Shh… enough talking. I don’t want words coming from your mouth, I want to be cumming in your powerful storytelling mouth.”
Jeff placed his hand on the back of my head, pulling me down to his massive veiny prick. I pulled my head back to break free but couldn’t. I wasn’t ready for what he wanted me to do. Sure, I’d done some nasty shit in my life but this was a new low for me.
“Don’t make this difficult. Come on, be a good girl and suck my cock,” he ordered, drawing my face closer into him.
For an older guy, it looked enticing. Neatly trimmed, huge balls and a girth I’ve only dreamed about. My dainty hand looked very much out of proportion wrapped around his impressive cock. The tip oozed with a drop of his liquid crystal pre-cum, begging for me to lick it off.
I had no choice but to swallow my pride and hope to not choke on it.
I closed my eyes, licked my lips and took a deep breath before leaning forward with my tongue pointing out. I hesitated as my lips approached his heated flesh.
Should I start on his shaft or his head? What was my incentive to blow him? These were the kinds of questions that plagued me as a writer.
“Go on baby girl, get those creative juices flowing.”
It figures he’d use the words I loved to hear. How could I loathe someone so much and at the same time indulge in sucking him off? This guy is a repulsive asshat douche bag, coercing me to chug down his dick.
Feeling uneasy about the situation, I let go of his raging cock, pulling myself away from him. “This is ridiculous. I can’t do it,” I whispered, shaking my head. “This is so wrong.”
I looked up at Jeff and sensed he was growing impatient by the glare in his eyes.
“July, if you don’t put it in your mouth in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to have to take drastic measures.”
“By drastic measures, are you implying you’d force it into my mouth?” I asked for clarification. “You wouldn’t dare.” I couldn’t let him violate me. I clenched my teeth together in hopes it would stop him from entering my inviting mouth.
“I wouldn’t use the word force, it’s more like I’d help you get it inside.” Jeff smiled, nudging my face a little closer to his cock. Jeff removed his hand from the back of my head, “Like this,” he whispered, cupping his palm under my jaw.
Jeff firmly held my face in place while using his other hand to drag his cock-head across my mouth. “Come on sweetie, open up for Big Daddy.” His thick tip circled around my lips, painting them entirely in his salty gloss. He pressed forward, slipping his chubby head inside the seal of my mouth.
Normally, I like getting to know the prick first before giving head. I’d start by kissing the tip, then work my way down and lick back up the shaft before cramming it down my throat. It was obvious he didn’t want to wait.
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