5. LENORA

LENORA

I hate this. Everything in me hates it. I want to yank his dick off and bite it till I leave my mark but I can't just get anyone else to fuck me. It's a few hours to midnight, the last time I checked. I need this night over and done with and I need something inside me, a man.

I'm desperate, not eager. Don't get it twisted.

He groans. I risk a glance. He has his head thrown back and a smile on his lips. I shiver when his fingers brush my ass and he doesn't pass up the opportunity to squeeze.

Is he seriously enjoying my clumsy suck? I mean, I'm not even doing it right. I know because I've read blogs about oral and I'm doing the exact opposite.

I suppose he just wants my mouth on him. He tastes salty at the tip. His dick is prettier than most I've seen online and I'm not even kidding.

Underneath my disgust and bubbling anger, there's a sick feeling growing inside me. I call it sick because only a sick person will get turned on by this.

"Have you never taken a man in your mouth before?" His voice drags out.

Great, he's getting frustrated. Me too. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't just walk around offering to anyone with hopes to perfect my craft!" I snap. His hand fists my hair and he pulls.

My wig follows suit.

I shriek as my red hair falls over my face in a mess.

He tosses the wig aside saying, “You don't need this. There, now red looks good on you.”

I don't need his stupid praise, but the stain on my cheeks betrays me. I'm embarrassed, not impressed!

I grunt from the pain as he yanks my hair again, and my heart drops in panic but he's tapping his dick around my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing? Just put it where it’s supposed to go already!"

"You want to act like you're in control so bad, you couldn't even take the lead when I offered," he mocks. "You'll take what I give you." his eyes swirls black with unhinged lust and I pity myself. "Open. Up.”

“I thought all men just wants pussy.” I glare at him.

“I thought we've established the fact that I'm not your average man,” he flashes me a grin.

I want to protest and argue. This is my night. Things should go my way. But the sooner I obey him, the sooner he'll get the job done.

I am so cutting his pay in half.

I open my mouth and he's pushing it in. I groan around it, glaring with tears in my eyes. My jaw drops further and I close my eyes, trying to control my heavy breaths. Panicking will only make me gag and the last thing I want is for him incur his wrath on my throat.

I have a feeling he won't take it easy on me, so I use what I already know. I hollow my cheeks and suck.

My hand balls into fist on his thigh.

His hold on my hair stiffens. I'm anticipating a spank on my butt but it doesn’t come. Instead, he groans.

The sound travels between my legs. My core throbs. He grows thicker in my mouth. My eyes fly open. Is this possible? He drives his length deeper into my mouth, chocking me with his cock.

What the fuck! I came here to get deflowered not to have my face fucked to death! Slowly, he thrusts up, feeding me more. I slap my hand on his thigh to push him away. Tears blurs my vision and my gag reflex is kicking in.

"Relax your throat. Don't ruin the fun."

Fun? He finds this fun? Using me and ordering me around is fun for him-

"Besides, you're doing a good job."

Relief floods me.

Goddess, no. I'm not getting turned on by being used.

"I'm giving you my best night. You should be proud. Usually, I have two or three for the night. You know what that means? You're going to have to work extra hard to satisfy me."

No, this was supposed to be a quick in and out. I catch myself rubbing my thighs hard to soothe the ache down there. The more he bobs my head on his length, the more my clit throbs.

I'm wet. Most definitely, the wettest I've been all my life. As if that's not enough, I'm getting light headed. My body has gone out of control. I'm sucking with no thoughts, moaning at the salty taste of his precum like I can't get enough.

His earthly scent mixes in the air, overpowering and domineering.

What's happening? I can't stop myself. I'm reaching behind to rub my clit but his fingers are already there, tracing the slit of my opening and I squirm, wiggling my butt.

"You're like a bitch in heat."

But I'm not in heat. Far from it. Yet it had the same feeling.

I swirl my tongue around his tip, my hands joining in the play. I work his length up and down in a tight grip.

His hips buck and muscles clench. He grunts harder and I swear I'm dripping.

I make the mistake of looking at him and our eyes lock. His eyes are deep black and I see a madman riding the waves of his pleasure.

"That's it. Eyes on me as you choke on my cock." I blink, realizing I'm staring in a daze. His hand soothes my scalp and I moan- a slutty sound escaping my throat.

My hole clenches, craving something I've always ignored. The most I've done is rub my clit, even though that gets me nowhere. But having his fingers tease my entrance is making me pant.

I press hard on my throbbing clit-

“Show me how you do it.”

What?

He withdraws his dick from my mouth and I blink, catching myself as the disappointment floods my chest. He's lying me back on the couch, sitting back on his knees as he watches.

My head falls back on the arm rest as he throws one of my legs over the chair, the other dangles on the ground helplessly.

I should be petrified at how he spread me apart for his eyes to feast- they devour me, no, they actually eat me up and I feel a shudder every time they sweep over my body.

My hand somehow finds my clit and I'm doing what I know, just light taps and hard presses. My muscles contract, once, twice.

He gulps hard.

Goddess! I shouldn't enjoy this, but I do.

“W-Well?” I design anger and I hate that I don't even mean it. “You got what you wanted. Now give me what I want.”

“You must like sex a lot,” he looks me dead in the eye.

“I crave it.”

Who? I'm a virgin, you forgetful fucking caveman!

Oh Goddess! Oh Goddess! I'm talking with my hand still on my clit. Oh Goddess!

Father will bury himself in shame and my mother will hang herself!

“Stop teasing,” he takes my finger and guides it into my hole. My eyes bulge at the searing pain as he thrusts his index and mine inside my core.