#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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