0 comments/ 16384 views/ 1 favorites Tricked By: The DM The group had been adventuring for the past few days in the mysterious woods. Not much in the ways of the warlock had been seen. As dusk approached on the fourth day, the group stopped to set up camp. The elven druid, Mylana, approached the leader of the group, Darin. "We have been traveling with not much in the way of clues. Perhaps we can find some denizen of the forest to help us out?" As though on cue, a man seemed to materialize from behind a nearby tree. The rogue, Kratos, was immediately at the mans throat with his dagger, but Darin motioned him to stand down. "I couldn't help but overhear that you seem to be lost in my woods?" The man asked, glancing at the four adventurers. His gaze landed on the last member of the group, Tara, the sorceress. With a sly wink at her, he continued to approach Darin. Tara couldn't help but feel an awkward desire to obey this unknown man the moment he winked at her. The man stopped in front of the group's leader and smiled. "I believe I may be of service. First, I must ask what you seek?" Darin told him of their desire to find and destroy the warlock who was leading the armies against their home villages. "Ah, a location spell is quite simple. For it to work though, I must ask you to help me with the channeling." He dropped some powders onto the ground in a circle around himself and looked back at Darin. "Simply stand inside of the circle and say the phrases as I tell you." Darin looked over at Tara, who was their expert on the arcane magicks of spellcraft. "That's part of any group spell." Tara whole-heartedly agreed with the mysterious man, so the four entered the circle. Repeating the phrases as the man stated them, there was a sudden flash of light emanating from the ground at the man's feet and the area went completely dark. Each of the adventurers felt an odd pull at their feet, then the feel of something crawling up their legs. The fire suddenly roared up, revealing that in place of the man was a large demon with multiple tentacles stretching from his back, wrapping around each of the group. By the time the group noticed this, they had already been rendered helpless by the compressing tentacles. Darin and Kratos, being male, were of no use to the demonic being, and the life was crushed out of them both almost instantly. Letting the broken corpses fall to the ground, the tentacles still wrapped around Mylana and Tara released a form of acid, causing their gear to melt away. The now naked elf and human were putting up a valiant struggle against the restricting coils, but to no avail. The demon looked at the two and decided to take Mylana first. She was moved to in front of the demon, and the tentacles rearranged themselves to wrap around each of her limbs individually, pulling her spread eagle. She was forced down onto the demon's large cock, tearing her open as she was rammed hard onto it. The tentacles pulled her up and rammed her down again, continuing until the demon decided she was not worthy of his seed. Repositioning their grip on her, she was lifted up to the demon's mouth, where his jaw unhinged, and similar to that of a snake, she was forced down his throat. The tentacles released and her finished swallowing the unfortunate elf. Tara was then shifted to in front of the demon, where she could see the bulge in his neck where her adventuring partner still was. She was also pulled spread eagle, and began to receive the same treatment as Mylana had. However, the demon seemed to prefer her, and after a few more minutes of being raped, she could feel the demon tense up. With a roar, he unloaded something peculiar feeling into her womb. The tentacles loosened, and she slipped to the ground. As she attempted to stand up, she could feel something moving around inside of her. The pain worsened, and her stomach started to bulge and distend. Suddenly, a growth of tentacles burst out of her cunt, wrapping around her thighs. Another group of tentacles burst out of her mouth, and her entire form began to quiver and bulge randomly, until with a sickening pop, her body was ripped apart from the inside, leaving a small, blood covered replica of the demon standing in it's place. The smaller demon began immediately to feast on the two broken corpses lying nearby as the larger demon shivered and with a flash of light reverted to his human form. Sighing with delight, he picked up his cloak and tossed it around him, smiled at his newly formed son, and walked away, whistling an infernal tune to himself. Tricked The background to this was that I had accompanied my husband Jeff on a trip to Atlanta for a week-long business conference. Living in the UK it seemed like an ideal opportunity for a cheap holiday. I took two weeks off work and flew out with Jeff. We planned that I spend the first week going out (shopping) while he was at the conference and then he would also be on holiday for the second week. So all we had to find was the cost of my flights and the accommodation for the second week. The hotel was nice but what I hadn't bargained on was that there was a few evening "networking" sessions that Jeff felt obliged to attend as well, so I was getting pretty board by mid-week and beginning to wish that I hadn't gone. Things were made worse on Thursday when Jeff announced that he would be "popping to Pittsburgh" on Friday for a customer meeting and wouldn't be back until late afternoon on Saturday. That evening (Thursday) I had arranged to meet Jeff in a bar/restaurant at 7pm. I got there a little early and had a drink. That one drink turned into about 5 by the time Jeff arrived at about 8:30pm, having phoned to say that he was a "little" delayed. We had a few cross words when he arrived and I was more than a little pissed-off with him, but eventually I calmed down. We had something to eat and a couple more drinks. I was clearly getting a bit louder, being slightly more tipsy. Anyway the conversation started to get a bit fruity (probably at my instigation). I asked what I was supposed to do Friday evening on my own and Jeff quipped that I could always pick-up someone. I rose to the bait and said that I might just do that. "You wouldn't have the nerve to do it" he teased. "I might just prove you wrong" I replied. "Yer, right!" he smirked "Don't tempt me" I responded feeling put-down by him. "I might just do that – tempt you. What if I sent someone to your room, to do just that" "You wish" I replied. When we had just started dating Jeff had cheated on me with an ex after getting drunk. It took a long while and a lot of convincing for me to take him back, but I did. Years later we got married and he hasn't given me any cause to doubt him since. However immediately after the event, he did once ask me if I wanted to avenge it by having a one-night stand with someone else – but that was years ago. This was just banter - at least I thought it was. "What if I did?" I wasn't going to let him get the upper hand in this teasing, so I replied "Then I'd let him fuck my brains out until you got back" "Yer, right. I don't think so" "Don't you?" "What would you do" "Everything" I said not wanting to give him the upper hand "Everything?" he replied raising a disbelieving eyebrow at me. "EVERYTHING.......Anything he wanted, just to teach YOU a lesson" I emphasised, determined not to be the one to back-down Jeff chuckled, "I'd love to see that. It might be worth it." "Try me, you can have all the video evidence you want" "I might just do that, if I didn't know that you'd chicken out" "Don't tempt me, I promise you...... I would do it" "We both know you'd wimp-out in a heartbeat" The banter continued and eventually we went back to our room and had a pretty vigorous session, both of us clearly fired-up by the earlier conversation. ------------ Jeff took a taxi to the airport early the next morning leaving me in bed, with the car in case I needed it. I had a lazy day by the pool and went back to my room around 6pm, Jeff had left a voicemail hoping that I was OK and a teasing message asking if I'd pick anyone up yet. Then about half an hour later there was a knock at the door. I opened and was met by a guy of about 30 "Karen" he asked holding a piece of paper. "Yes" "I'm here to spend the night with you, if you dare" "Sorry!" I asked not quite believing that I had heard him right. "Shall we talk in your room rather than out here?" he asked. I thought about it for a moment and decided that I didn't want this conversation in the hallway, so I invited him in. "What did you say?" "I'm here to spend the night with you, if you dare" I must have looked shocked, because I was. "I'll just refer to my notes to get this exactly right" he said, and then continued "If you're right then I'm in for the night of my life because apparently you'll do anything and everything I want; however if you husband is right then you will chicken-out and I'll be on my way home" "The bastard" I muttered under my breath, not believing that he would actually do this to me. "Look, this is clearly a surprise and I guess that having a stranger like me in your room like this, might a feel little threatening. I don't want you to feel threatened, so can I suggest that we start by having a totally innocent drink in the lobby, in public, where you can at least get to know me, hopefully feel a little more comfortable, and think about it before you make a decision. If after that you want me to leave, I will do. Would that be OK?" I nodded agreement and, still in shock, I grabbed my purse and key and we made our way to the lobby bar. "My name is Mike" he said and then he told me about himself. He used to play a lot of American Football which explained his build. He was a very imposing figure and although he didn't wear the cliché skin tight t-shirt you could tell that there was an impressive physique under his shirt. Despite my earlier surprise, he seemed a nice guy and slowly I started to relax with him and told him a little about myself and Jeff. About an hour later, after a couple of drinks Mike asked "Look I know you've only just met me but you have my word that I'm not some mad axe-murderer and that I absolutely will not hurt you. Clearly I would love to spend the night with you but the decision is yours. Who wins? You or your husband? I was still furious with Jeff for this but didn't really want to have sex with another man, no matter how attractive he might be. There was a short silence. Mike then continued "If you want to chicken-out, as your husband put it, I'll go now alternatively you could invite me come upstairs for "Everything" and you teach him the lesson you promised". "I ought to" I muttered still in two minds about it. I must admit to finding him physically attractive, and a part of me wondered what it would be like to have sex with this hulk of a man. "Look you're a very attractive woman so clearly you would expect me to be in favour of going ahead with this, but......." "But what?" I asked flattered by the obvious compliment "Well apart from the fact that your husband clearly expects you to wimp out and has already teased you about it; There is also the fact that you apparently promised to go through with this.......Well, only you can decide how highly you value your promise." "That was a bit of a low-blow" "Sorry" I had been leaning towards backing-out but his low-blow was also accurate, and tipped the balance back the other way. Jeff had set this up, he'd baited me, and I knew he'd tease me mercilessly about it in the future; and it was true that I had given my word. So against my better judgement I decided I would teach him that lesson and actually go through with it. "Sod him, I'm going to keep that promise and teach him a lesson" I said, probably sounding more confident than I actually felt. "So we're on?" "Yes" "Everything?" "Yes" "Including the video evidence that he talked about" "Yes, fuck him, let's do the lot" "Would like another drink or something to eat first or shall we get straight to it" "Straight to it, before I change my mind" "Might I suggest that you turn-off your mobile and ask reception to hold your calls so that we're mot disturbedt." I agreed and while he went to the car for his camera I went to the reception desk. My nerves kicked-in big time by the time we got to the room. Mike was very reassuring though. When we got to the room I excused myself briefly to visit the toilet. Mike was already naked on the bed when I returned with a video camera on a tripod pointed at the bed. His body was even more impressive than I'd imagined, it wasn't just the size of his chest and arms but also the muscle definition, to be honest it made me feel all the more self-conscious. Although I like to think I am fairly attractive, and in reasonable shape, Mike was in totally different league. However, despite my nerves I could feel myself starting to get aroused, at the prospect of spending the night with this Adonis. I took of my dress and climbed onto the bed next to him. We started with a few kisses, which slowly became steamier as Mike's huge hands started to wander. My bra and knickers were soon history and then he went down on me. Mike certainly knew what he was doing and despite my nerves, it didn't take him long to have me squirming on his tongue and fingers. When I came I clamped my thighs against his head but he kept going. As I was starting to build-up to my second he moved-up my body and started to push his cock into me. "Wait, what about a condom" I said "No, I want to come inside you" he replied pushing further into me. "But I'm not on the pill" I panted-out as he started to fuck me. "The deal was everything I want, and I want to come inside you" he replied as he continued to fuck me. I knew it was useless to argue and to be honest I was soon at the point where I didn't want to. His cock was slightly larger than what I was used-to, not by much but enough to notice. He paused briefly to move my legs up over his shoulders. I quite like this position normally but with Mike, a relative stranger and physically so big, compared to me, I felt quite helpless and at his mercy. That in itself was quite a turn-on. The other thing about that position is that it allows deeper penetration, so Mike's larger cock was even more noticeable as it hit new territory. Although I didn't think about it this way at the time (my mind still in turmoil over this extra-marital sex), this was a real fantasy fuck for me; being helplessly pounded by someone who was clearly able to overpower me, .....and quite good looking too. Mike pounded into me seemingly wanting to drive further into me with each thrust. Having come once already and liking the feeling of being overpowered; I came in no time. Mike was obviously close too, and so he kept fucking me through my orgasm, until he came and I felt his cock twitch inside me. I had a huge feeling of shame as I realised what had just happened, however that was soon replaced by anger as I saw the camera again. I was furious at Jeff for pushing me to do this, and as a result having a stranger's cum in my unprotected body; when the two of us were supposed to be trying for a baby. Still staring at the camera; something inside my head flipped, and when Mike rolled off me, I opened my legs wide for the camera to see. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked to the camera. I put two fingers inside myself to scoop out some of Mike's cum to show the camera. My pussy seemed to be flooded with the stuff. I sat up and gave the camera a close-up of my sticky fingers "I hope you're satisfied........ because do you know what ...........I'm not" I put my two fingers in my mouth and licked them clean. I don't normally like the taste of cum but I was damned if I was going to give that impression to the camera. "If you want a video of me fucking Mike, then that's exactly what you're going to get" I said as I rolled-over and took Mike's cock in my mouth. I made a real show of cleaning his cock and then sucking it back to life. When Mike was fully hard I got into the reverse-cowgirl position so that I could look straight at the camera as I fucked him. Again I played up to the camera, massaging my breasts as I rode him. I rambled about how big Mike's cock was and how good it felt. I got quite into it and when I came I looked straight at the camera. When I'd got my breath back I half turn and asked "Mike, where would you like to cum? My pussy or my mouth?", half to Mike and half to the camera. "Your ass" Mike replied. "I don't do that" I replied slightly shocked by his answer. "Tonight you do, remember you promised EVERYTHING" Mike replied already manoeuvring me into the doggie position. I thought of Jeff watching the film we were making and wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me back-out of this, so against my better judgement, I replied "OK" feeling more than a little apprehensive about this new experience. Mike initially pushed his cock back into my already slick pussy coating it in our fluids and then withdrew moving it up to my ass. He pushed against me and suddenly the head slipped inside. "Oh god, wait........wait a minute" I asked in quite a bit of discomfort, and not at all prepared for how this felt. Mike was slightly larger around than Jeff, which felt nice in my pussy but enormous in my ass. My asshole burned, and despite my brave words I was ready to "wimp out" of this particular experience. "I can't" I said, trying to move away. Mike's huge hands held me tightly in place and he pulled me back further onto his cock. I pleaded with him to stop but he simply responded "Relax, you'll be fine in a minute". I froze, frightened to move and gasping with the discomfort. Mike tried to reassure me that it would soon pass but really gave me no choice in the matter, it was clear that he was going fuck my ass whether I liked it or not. It took a while but he was right, my body did eventually relax enough for the initial pain to subside. Mike seemed to sense this and started to slowly fuck me. Very soon after that he had his entire length up my ass. It was still uncomfortable but bearable. It took a few minutes, but eventually those feelings of discomfort started to be replaced by some pretty good feelings, the attention his fingers where paying to my clit helped. At some point I realised that I was no longer resisting or being passive, but was actually pushing back to meet his thrusts and urging him to fuck me harder, which he did. I came first and collapsed down onto the bed as I did. It felt really weird as my asshole literally quivered and clenched around his cock. Mike however held my hips tightly and continued to pump me hard and fast until he too came, shooting his cum into my previously virgin ass. "That was fantastic" Mike said as we lay spooned together. "That was a certainly first for me" I replied to the camera. We lay there for a few minutes, both exhausted. "After that, I think the least I can do is buy you dinner, are you hungry?" Mike asked. "That would be nice. I'll go get showered" "No don't bother, we'll have a shower together later" I liked the idea of the shower later but hoped I didn't smell too bad in the meantime. ---------------- After a brief visit to the loo, I threw-on some clothes and we went to the steak restaurant just across from the hotel I started to talk about the fact that this was the first time I had had sex with anyone else since I met Jeff, but Mike asked if we could avoid the subject of Jeff and just enjoy ourselves for the night. I agreed. "The procedure for the video is that I will edit the contents of the memory cards, take out the boring stuff, and then burn it onto a DVD for you. What I don't have is your home address to send it to" I wrote down my name and home address, together with our telephone number (which Mike also asked for in case there was any problem). "Look is there anything you'd particularly like to do, or capture on camera" Mike asked "To be honest I really don't like having this on film – again I'm only doing it to prove something to Jeff" "I hope you're getting some enjoyment from this" Mike asked "I think you know I am. I just feel bad about doing it" "I understand. Look we can leave the filming if you want" "No.............. I think he needs to see this. All of it" "OK. If you're sure. " "Thank you for asking" I replied, and then continued "At this point I just want to make him feel a little jealous and teach him a lesson." "No problem, I think you've made a good start. But if there's anything you want for you just let me know" "Well like I said I am enjoying it. Please let's just have lots more - I don't want this film to look lame by being too short!" I said in partly in jest and partly serious. "Sounds like I'm going to need this meal" Mike replied We had nice meal and a couple of drinks before returning back to the hotel room. ------------------ We had a very long shower when we got back. Mike fucked me for a very long time and in several positions, with the camera capturing it all. I came several times, but Mike didn't, he kept stopping each time he got close. When we got out Mike put another memory card into the camera and set-it up pointing at the bed. I knelt across him on the bed and rode him, giving him a rest. This time as he got close Mike's firm hands pulled me down hard onto him and he came inside me. "Are you trying to get me pregnant" I teased. "The thought had occurred to me" he replied. I wasn't sure if he too was just teasing or whether he meant it. After that we were both pretty exhausted and at some point fell asleep. I didn't get a great night's sleep; my mind playing over what I had done. ---------------------- In the morning we ordered breakfast to the room and fucked again. First he added a third load to my unprotected pussy and then finally he decided to have a second fuck of my ass, which I actually enjoyed a lot more the second time. "Thank you for a really great time, I hope you enjoyed it too" Mike said, clearly deciding that it was time to leave. "I think you know how much I enjoyed it. I can honestly say that I have never had a night like it in my life. Thank you. I just wish it was under different circumstances" Mike got dressed and we said our goodbyes. I was laying in bed having my coffee when the phone rang about 20 mins later. "Hello" I said expecting it to be Jeff. "Hi, it's Mike" "Hi Mike, did you forget something?" "No, have you spoken to Jeff yet?" "Not yet, why?" "Well first I'd like to apologise to you; you're a nice person who deserves lot better" "What, what is it?" I asked full of dread (immediately thinking STD's) "Well before you speak to him, you should know that Jeff knows nothing of last night." "What! What do you mean he knows nothing? He must know, who booked you then" I said horrified and in disbelief. "No one booked me. I was sat behind you the night you discussed it. I'm afraid I heard the two of you talking, saw how attractive you were and thought I would take advantage. I followed you back to the hotel and saw which room you were in and well......." "What? You can't have" I babbled in shock. "Sorry but I thought you should know before you speak to him" He then hung up. I sat there stunned. Moments later I burst into tears; how could I have been so stupid? How could I let myself get tricked like that? Why on earth did I believe him? And why oh why did I let him film us? What was going to happen to that film? Sometime later, those questions were followed by tougher ones; why was it so easy for a stranger to get me to be unfaithful? Why was I so willing to think badly of Jeff? Then the really tough ones; how come I never enjoyed being with Jeff as much as I did with Mike? Was I happy with Jeff? ----------------- After a couple of hours, I decided that it was best to say nothing to Jeff, act as though nothing had happened and try to forget about it. I tidied-up to remove the evidence. I picked him up from the airport later. He had a few questions about why I wasn't accepting any calls the previous night and he seemed to accept the explanation that I had had a migraine and just wanted to sleep. Tricked We had sex that night and fortunately he didn't seem to notice anything. ----------------- We returned home the next week and I tried to get things back to normal with Jeff. About 2 weeks later a DVD arrived from America, fortunately I managed to hide it from Jeff. I've watched it a number of times and it turns me on every time. I know it's dangerous to keep it but somehow I can't throw it away. I know Mike was dishonest with me, but I had such a great time that I can't get him out of my head. PS. A few weeks later I found out that I was pregnant - and no I'm not sure who the father is. Tricked I awoke to the creaking of Nathan's steps as two tall, beautiful boys made their way downstairs. I sat up on his couch and licked my lips, the bitterness of our previous concoction still lingering on my tongue. They both entered the room already shirtless and pulling at their belts. I got to my knees excitedly, eager to continue my fulfillment of the bet. Nathan was the first to get his belt off, and he stepped forward as he dropped his boxers to his ankles. I flipped my tousled blonde bangs out of my eyes and lifted Nathan's dick up with my tongue, before bobbing my head forward and filling the room with a loud slurp. I felt him stiffen ever so slightly in my mouth, and continued sucking. My eyes worked their way up his body, following the trail of hair from his pelvis up to his stomach. I soaked in every detail of his chiseled hips, my eyes tracing the V-shape of where his flat abs met his pelvis. I felt myself hardening and quickly slid down the thin boxers around my waist. I glanced up, hoping to see the same look of pleasure on Nathan's face as I had seen just hours before. I was met, however, with a blinding flash, disorienting me and knocking me out of my rhythm. When my vision returned moments later, I saw Austin leaning over Nathan's shoulder, both of them grinning at the screen on Austin's iPhone. When I realized he had snapped a photo of me in my vulnerable position, I tried to pull away from Nathan, only to feel his hand grip the back of my head and shove my face into his crotch. My lips touched into his pubes, and I could do nothing but stare upwards as he held my head in place. Austin finally turned his phone around, and confirmed my fears. My own bright blue eyes stared back at me almost innocently from his brightly lit screen, as I saw my lips stretched around Nathan's cock. "Well, we definitely wouldn't want this getting out, would we?" Austin taunted. I was in disbelief. No one could see that picture, or my reputation around school would be ruined. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal." I knew there would be a catch coming. "You have to keep up your end of the bet, and be our slave for the rest of Spring Break. You will do what we want, when we want, and with whomever we want you to do it with. If you can be an obedient little cumslave, maybe I won't send this picture around campus. Does that sound like a good deal to you?" I had to agree, lest my reputation be soiled around school. Not that I would have turned them down anyway, serving these two studs would be a fantasy-come-true. I bobbed my head up and down in agreement, my nose scratching against Nathan's pubes. "I'm sorry, what was that? I think the proper response was, 'Yes master, I'll swallow your cum whenever you ask.'" I tried to utter "Yes master" through Nathan's thick cock, but all that escaped was pathetic gurgling. Saliva dripped down Nathan's balls and off my chin. Nathan's grip on the back of my head tightened, and he hardened even more in my mouth. "Glad we could reach an agreement," Austin said with a smile, and took a seat on the couch. Nathan released his grip on the back of my head and finally allowed me to get a full breath. Strands of saliva fell to the floor as Nathan slapped his now fully-erect and dripping wet cock across my face. I turned around to face Austin's flaccid penis as he lazily stroked it on the couch. I lowered my head to his crotch, and he laid his shaft on my face. I engulfed his balls in my mouth, sucking loudly and recreating the earlier slurping noise while I felt him hardening on my face. Behind me, I felt Nathan grab my hips and raise me to my feet. I felt him enter me, and shuddered as he worked up his rhythm. Austin finally took his cock off my face and put it into my mouth, as I was still being bent over by Nathan. Nathan quickened his pace, as did Austin, who grabbed either side of my head and thrust my mouth deeper onto his shaft in unison with Nathan. Before long, they had it down to a science, with Nathan's balls slapping against my own in time with Austin's balls slapping against my chin. Nathan eventually pulled out and Austin let go of my head. Austin, still sitting on the couch grabbed my hips and sat me onto his lap, his cock slowly sliding into my ass. My lips opened wide with a loud moan, and drool dripped off my chin. Nathan stepped onto the couch and directed his dick into my open mouth, and began fucking it as Austin got deeper into my asshole. I ferociously sucked Nathan's boner, licking every side with my tongue. I heard him moan above me, and he grasped my head once more. He throbbed in my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around the very tip. I felt one warm spurt hit the roof of my mouth, and immediately began sucking the rest of the cum out of his cock. He filled my mouth with several more spurts, and I felt him go limp. I gave one more hard suck to gather any trace remnants of his cum, and quickly swallowed. He stepped off the couch right as Austin really began to ram me, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into me for several minutes. We both moaned loudly, and my own cock was throbbing. I reached down to jerk myself off, and after only several strokes, I exploded all over my chest. I practically went limp, and Austin grabbed my sides and shoved himself deep into me. I felt the familiar warm sensation of Austin's semen inside of me, and I laid motionless on top of him as he finished. He slowly pulled out and I climbed back onto the floor. His hand reached forward to guide me back to his cock, but I knew well enough what I was expected to do. I took his still throbbing dick into my mouth and sucked it for minutes, leaving it dripping and glistening when he finally waved me off. They gathered their clothes and left upstairs without a word, but I could tell they had much more in store for me. I ventured into the downstairs bathroom and turned on the shower. I felt the hot water washing away the sweat and cum splayed across my body, and I took a wash towel to clean out my ass. I winced at the touch, and realized how sore I was. For the rest of my shower, the only thought that crossed my mind was, "this is going to be a long week." Tricked Jimmy Manley shares the cramped backseat of a Volkswagen with two men that he does not know. Roger Bones sits up front, in the passenger seat. The man sitting next to Jimmy slips his hand onto Jimmy's thigh. Jimmy's body goes tense, but he tries his best to act natural. Jesus, not here, he thinks. Not now. He twists his lean frame, trying to protect his middle. His cock. The man sitting next to Jimmy is Sven. His knees tent on the car's center hump. His blonde hair is cut short, like a Marine, and he speaks with a clipped accent that Jimmy can't place. With his hand still on Jimmy's thigh, Sven bends his head toward the ear of the man on his other side—the only way to be heard above the din of wind noise that fills the car. Jimmy can feel his dick swelling unbidden in his jeans. He swallows and looks out his window. He's a good looking boy. Olive skin in sharp contrast to the ribbed white tank top stretched over his lean frame. Sven isn't moving his hand, but he isn't removing it either. Jimmy keeps his eyes on the rolling fields passing by. A quiver passes through his bony shoulders, down his strong sinewy arms. With a gentle squeeze, Sven removes his hand from Jimmy's thigh. Jimmy feels relieved. He glances toward Roger. The wind whips his soft brown hair about his head. Had Roger not dropped out of high school, he would have been in Carnal's senior class with Jimmy. Both boys are eighteen, but Roger is clearly dominant. Jimmy feels lucky to hang out with him. The other boys in Roger's crowd—an elite group of toughs—wouldn't even give Jimmy the time of day. Roger waves his slender hands in the air as he talks to the man driving. Although Roger is shouting, Jimmy can't make out a thing he says. The driver points to his ear and shakes his head. Roger grins, his brown eyes glittering. He brushes the hair back from his forehead, closes his eyes, and rests his head on the seat. With the curls dancing on his head, Jimmy thinks Roger has the face of an angel. Jimmy had an idea how the afternoon might play itself out back in the mall. Roger left Jimmy standing alone and raced off to greet these men. After striking up a conversation, Roger pointed to Jimmy from across the wide corridor. Sven scrutinized Jimmy and Jimmy knew right then which way things were headed. When Roger returned, announced his plan, Jimmy was coy. He felt the butterflies in his stomach, even as his dick swelled in his pants. He hid his erection. "Why can't we find girls to suck our dicks?" he asked. Jimmy asked this with such earnestness Roger laughed. Roger looked at Jimmy expectantly and no one said anything for a beat. People in the mall floated past. Finally Jimmy nodded. Roger grinned. He tucked Jimmy under his arm. Led him toward the parking lot. *** Sven shouts into Jimmy's ear: "I want to check you out." Jimmy's heart races. He knows the wind noise makes it impossible for anyone else to have heard, but he doesn't want Sven to say that out loud again. He opens his legs. Sven's hand goes back into Jimmy's lap. Tilting his head, Jimmy looks toward the other person in the back seat, a young man with thin hair and a delicate mustache. He is staring out the window. Jimmy feels Sven's hand roam between his legs. Roger has his whole head out the window, his face turned into the wind. Sven's fingers play along Jimmy's fly, the inseam of his jeans. Squeezing his thighs together, Jimmy traps the hand between his legs. He wants to buy himself some time. Make sure no one else in the car is watching. But then he begins to enjoy the pressure of having something captured between his locked thighs. It's a deliciously dirty feeling and he realizes that the wind noise has created a comfortable cocoon in which he can hide. And so, Jimmy gives in. He surrenders. Relaxing his thighs, he offers himself up to whatever will come next. Sven begins to explore, and Jimmy's breathing gets shallower. His mouth drier. He licks his lips. Allows his hips to gently rock. Jimmy wishes he could open his legs even wider so Sven could place his hand on the shaft of his cock, but the back seat is too cramped. With a stab of terror, Jimmy remembers the rearview mirror. He glances up to the windshield and sees the driver's eyes holding steady on the twisting back road. As the car lurches around a bend, Sven presses into Jimmy and Jimmy scans the others again, who all seem lost in their own thoughts. Feeling as if he is on a deliciously dirty roller coaster ride, he allows himself a noisy sigh that no one else can hear. He imagines how humiliating it would be if Roger were to turn around right now and see the lust in his eyes as he lets the man sitting next to him stroke his cock. Roger has told Jimmy that in jail even the toughest guys let other guys suck their dicks. Roger has said that homos give the best head. Jimmy wonders if this is true. He has had exactly one blow job in his eighteen years. Jimmy's dick crimps in his pants. He fidgets uncomfortably, but he can't get anything straightened out. Sven's attention is only making it worse. Sven gives Jimmy a curious look, then withdraws his hand. Jimmy's cock has grown too hard for the position it's in. His penis has somehow slipped out of the leg hole of his underwear. He has to twist in his seat and readjust his legs. He accidentally steps on Sven's foot and puts his knee into the back of the driver's seat. The driver complains. Sven tries to make a little room. Jimmy can't help himself. With both hands, he adjust himself until he has his now half-hard cock back where it's supposed to be, right behind his fly. Jimmy sighs. He apologizes to Sven. Uses the rearview mirror to offer a contrite expression to the driver. Roger is watching. He grins, shakes his head, and goes back to adjusting the radio dial. Jimmy settles back into his seat. He feels exhausted. There is a damp spot in his underwear where his cock must have leaked something wet. Jimmy knows the tough guys in jail let other men suck their cocks because they're locked up. They have no choice. Trying to be subtle, Jimmy glances at Sven. He catches Sven's eye, glances between his legs, then looks quickly away. Jimmy stares out the window. He can feel sweat accumulating along the back of his neck. Jimmy knows he lets men suck his dick because he likes it. The deliciously slippery feeling of his cock in another man's mouth. He feels the hand on his thigh. Opening his legs, he continues to look out the window. When Jimmy feels Sven's hand on the shaft of his cock, an electric stab of something pulses through his chest. He bites his lower lip, closes his eyes. He gives himself over to whatever is welling up inside of him. He lets his hips roll. Rides the hand between his legs. He doesn't think of the others in the car. Doesn't think about Roger. Doesn't think about angels, tough guys, or jail. He thinks only of his own strong needs and what's going on between his legs. Sven lightly strokes Jimmy's cock, allowing it to find its proper length along the inseam of his pants. Jimmy resists the urge to moan, but his breathing gets much heavier, more labored. The only hands that have worked his cock like this have been his own. Sven traces the outline of Jimmy's dick with one finger. Jimmy feels big salty tears welling up in his eyes. He isn't sure why he is crying, but he can't stop. Why should it feel so good? Why can't he find a girl to help him achieve these heights? He twists his head toward the window so no one else can see. What if Roger were to look back and see him crying? Would it be more humiliating if Roger were to look back and see his eyes filled with lust or with tears? Sven puts his lips near Jimmy's ear. "You okay?" he whispers. Jimmy feels the hand withdraw from his lap. He sniffles. Squeezes his eyes shut. He wipes his face with his forearm and nods his head. "I'm cool," Jimmy says. "Cool." Jimmy blows air from his mouth. Forces a smile. The truth is his cock has never felt bigger, fuller, or more ready to burst. He only wishes he were one of the tough men in jail. He knows he's not. If Jimmy were to go to prison, those tough guys would probably make Jimmy suck their cocks. Then—then—poor Jimmy would really have no choice. The thought sends an electric ripple of unbidden desire through his body. Forced to suck another man's cock. With a sinking feeling, Jimmy realizes he'd probably like it. He only wishes he had little choice. Wishes he could deny the exquisite pleasure of another man's touch. Another man's mouth. In fact, he knows he can't. He's just as much prisoner—a prisoner of his own desire. The driver slows the car and turns into an apartment complex. Sven leans toward Jimmy. "You," Sven whispers, "have a huge cock." Jimmy flushes with unexpected pride. He turns to the window, this time to hide his grin. Wiping his eyes with his hands and sniffling loudly, Jimmy finally meets Sven's gaze. Intense blue eyes, whisker stubble on cheeks and chin. Jimmy feels his cheeks go hot. *** The apartment is small, air conditioned. Roger goes into the kitchen to chat with the other men. Sven steers Jimmy toward a bedroom down a long hall. Jimmy wants to ask Roger something, or at least make eye contact, but Roger won't look at him and there is no way to discreetly get his attention. Sven smiles, coos something comforting. Jimmy feels trepidation, but he doesn't want to embarrass Roger or make a big scene. Sven's accent makes the things he says hard to understand. His hands are on Jimmy's shoulders. Jimmy allows himself to be shepherded down the hall, away from the others. The room is large, dark, with a queen-size bed, neatly made. Sven flips on a bedside lamp and invites Jimmy to sit on the bed. Jimmy sits carefully, his back straight. He rubs his hands on his thighs. He sees a desk and chest of drawers. Heavy curtains on one wall. A large mirror hangs on the opposite wall. "Do you want a book?" Sven asks. "A book?" Jimmy looks at him curiously. "Like, to read?" Sven smiles. Retrieves two magazines from one of his desk drawers. One is Hustler, a magazine Jimmy knows well enough. The other features bare-chested men in tight jeans on its cover. Jimmy looks curiously at the magazine with the men. He's never seen a gay pornographic magazine. He is curious about the gay magazine, but Jimmy doesn't feel bold enough to ask for it. Realizing that he is lingering, Jimmy says: "Hustler." Sven seems unsatisfied with this answer. He flips opens the gay magazine. Offers Jimmy a peek inside. Jimmy glances at a picture of a man with a mustache, his lips stretched around a thick cock. Jimmy snorts. Men having sex with other men looks too unnatural to him. He can't look at it. Can't read that book. As much as he wants to feel his own cock in Sven's mouth, he's not sure he wants to see it. "Hustler," Jimmy says, unable to keep mild irritation from his voice, a knee jerk reaction. Sven chuckles, gives Jimmy the magazine he requested. Jimmy dutifully flips through its pages. He has a hard time focusing on the pictures. Doesn't know exactly what he should do next. He's only ever done this once before. Sven kneels in front of Jimmy. Jimmy can feel his cock stir. His mouth is a desert. Sven coos softly. Puts one hand on Jimmy's hip, uses the other to rub the front of Jimmy's pants. Jimmy concentrates on the pictures, feels his breathing go shallow. His cock rise. When Sven unbuttons Jimmy's pants and lowers his fly, Jimmy wordlessly sets the magazine aside. He puts his hands on the bed and raises his hips. It's a small thing, but he realizes that by raising his hips, he is an active participant in the act. He feels a flutter of excitement in his chest. As his pants go down, the cool air in the room makes gooseflesh on his thighs. He feels the texture of the bedspread on his bare ass. His cock proudly stands, the one part of his body with absolutely no shame. It's a swaying pole in a small unkempt bush of curly brown hair. Jimmy opens his knees and inches his hips forward. His pants are at his ankles. He sees something wet welling up on the head of his dick. Sven gently wraps his hand around Jimmy's cock. Jimmy exhales noiselessly. As the wind leaves his body, Jimmy glances up and sees Roger standing at the bedroom door. Jimmy is horrified. He gasps, his body tightens. Sven spins his head to the door. "Roger—," Sven says. He can't hide his irritation. Sven crosses the room quickly. Standing at the door, he puts his body between Roger and the bed. Jimmy reaches for his pants, grateful that Sven is blocking Rogers's view. He wonders if Roger will tease him, expose him to the other boys. Leaning over, Jimmy half-heartedly pulls his pants up to his knees. His cock is still hard, swaying wildly. It bobs against his abdomen, knocks into his forearm, leaving a little wet spot. The conversation at the door is muted, but Sven seems to be moving it quickly toward closure. Jimmy decides getting dressed makes little sense. He sits, his cock swaying in front of him. He is unsure what to do with his hands. He feels foolish. Placing his hands in his lap, he folds them, then moves them to his knees. Sven comes back. He's apologizing. Kneeling. Roger is gone from the door. Sven is cooing again, offering comfort, taking Jimmy's cock in his hand. Not really listening, Jimmy opens his knees and watches Sven take him into his mouth. Jimmy sighs. Tries to relax. He closes his eyes and allows himself to get lost in the moment. Soon his excitement returns, his cock grows. He starts to rock his hips. As Jimmy allows the first soft groan to escape his lips, he opens his eyes. Roger is at the door again. Roger immediately puts his finger to his mouth, makes the shhhh face. Roger grins. Jimmy casts his eyes toward Sven. His eyes are closed, his head bobbing. He is making sloppy, sucking noises with his mouth. Jimmy feels the muscles in his abdomen go tight of their own accord. Cutting his eyes back toward the door, Jimmy sees Roger place his hand close to his crotch. His grin is gone now, replaced by a solemn look of watchfulness. Sven takes his warm mouth from around Jimmy's cock and presses the wet shaft against the boy's abdomen. Tucking his head between Jimmy's legs, Sven uses the flat part of his tongue to lick the crack of Jimmy's ass. His tongue dances from Jimmy's asshole all the way to his soft down covered balls. Jimmy exhales loudly, his nostrils flaring. That feels so. Fucking. Good. Aware that he's quickly moving beyond the place where is capable of controlling himself, his facial expressions, Jimmy looks to the door. He's like a drowning man, except that maybe he wants to go under. Reading the fear in Jimmy's face, Roger grins encouragement. Raises his chin. But then Jimmy watches as Roger's grin quickly fades. He lowers his head, bites his lower lip. He presses his lean body into the doorjamb, and goes back to silently watching. Jimmy decides to let Roger watch. Sven takes Jimmy's cock back in his mouth and Jimmy groans out loud. Nothing to hide now. Glancing toward the door, Jimmy sees Roger peering down the hallway, like a lookout. Propping himself on his elbows, Jimmy watches the length of his cock disappear into Sven's mouth, then appear again, wet and glistening. On the down stroke, Sven's nose nestles into Jimmy's pubic bush. Jimmy feels the head of his cock bump up against the back of Sven's throat. Jimmy opens his knees and thrusts his hips forward. He's fucking Sven in the mouth. Jimmy's fear of exposure disappears, suddenly replaced with something quite like joy. Roger's rapt attention and Sven's warm mouth spur Jimmy on. He tugs his t-shirt high on his chest, rubbing his hand across his nipples. Looking into the mirror, Jimmy sees his own face contorted with lust, his own muscled, teenage body writhing with need. Jimmy delights in the sensations, the show he is creating for Roger and himself. He thrusts his groin up, watching the muscles in his abdomen work as he moves his hips. Jimmy feels a finger on the crack of his ass. He squirms, a stab of panic pulsing through him. His ass is sweaty, vulnerable. Jimmy's not sure if he wants to be fingered. His biggest fear is that he will somehow find himself overcome with lust. In a weakened state, he will end up taking a cock in his mouth or a dick up his ass. He knows he has to be vigilant. Diligent. And then before he can protest, Sven's finger is inside his ass. The digit slips in easy, as if Jimmy's ass were meant to hold a man's finger— Or maybe something more! Jimmy clenches his cheeks. Bears down hard. Pressing his shoulders into the mattress, Jimmy raises his ass. Sven rises to his feet, his mouth locked on Jimmy's cock. Sliding his finger past the second knuckle, Sven gives the boy what he seems to need so badly. Now there is a little pain, just as there probably should be. Things are changing for Jimmy, turning all inside around. He moans as his cherry ass is finger fucked. With his hips high off the bed, Jimmy empties himself into Sven's mouth. Sven swallows all the cream Jimmy has to offer. As his cock drains, Jimmy melts into a puddle on the bed. No longer driven by his own desires, he breathlessly relaxes, his soft cock still in Sven's mouth, a finger still buried in his ass. Jimmy twists his trunk, but it's more like a stretch than any real attempt at resistance. As Sven slowly removes his finger, Jimmy groans at the emptiness, which is almost as painful as the finger's deep plunge. He feels obligated to object to the reaming he just received, a token gesture to defend his masculinity. But he knows now it would only be an empty gesture: his tight little ass has already fallen. He's been fucked! Gloriously, sweetly, popped. Fingered into a whole new place, a different state of mind. Uncorked. Jimmy savors the mild pain. His balls ache, his ass stings. He feels spent. Utterly, deliciously, empty. Helpless. Sven kneels beside the bed and closes his eyes. Jimmy's not sure what is happening now. Sven has a serious expression on his face. Is he praying? Jimmy cranes his neck, looks off to the side of the bed. He sees Sven stroking his cock into a towel, relieving himself. Jimmy grins. Tilting his head, he carefully watches Sven's face. Waiting for the moment, the climax. Sven comes quietly, almost reverently, without much of a sound. Jimmy remembers the door. He looks for Roger and finds him gone. As Sven cleans himself up, Jimmy wonders if Roger saw him get fingered. A deliciously dirty feeling sweeps over him. He wonders if Roger heard him moan and writhe as he filled Sven's mouth with his cum. Wonders if Roger managed to bring himself off. Wonders if Roger filled his pants with sticky, warm cum. *** Goodbyes are quick and utilitarian. One of the men is already gone. Another is watching TV. Sven and Roger have a brief conversation in the kitchen. Jimmy practically floats from room to room. Sven presses a business card into his palm, and whispers "Call me" in that odd clipped accent. And then Jimmy is in the small VW, and he and Roger are being driven back to the mall. In the mall parking lot, Roger spots his cousin—a girl from Carnal's senior class, driving her mother's car—and he flags her down. She offers to drive Roger and Jimmy back to Carnal. On the ride home, Jimmy beams. He turns to say something. Roger makes the shhhush face, cutting his eyes to the front seat. Roger raises his hips from the seat, reaches into his front pocket, and withdraws a fold of cash. He grins and shuffles through the bills. About fifty or sixty dollars. Tricked Jimmy stops smiling. Roger had no money earlier at the mall. "Where did you get money?" Jimmy whispers Roger shushes him. Grins. Nods to the front seat. Jimmy frowns. He feels certain the money came from Sven. He extends his hand, flexes his fingers. If the money came from Sven, the money is his. Roger chuckles, peels off a twenty and a ten, and gives them to Jimmy. Jimmy takes the bills, stuffs them in his pants. Now he knows the money came from Sven. He puts his hand back out and flexes his fingers again. Roger leans toward Jimmy. "I already had some of this," Roger says. Jimmy knows this is a lie. He knows you have to watch Roger. He keeps his hand extended. Roger peels off a few more bills—a five and some ones—and hands them over. Jimmy watches his friend put the remainder of the money into his pocket. Jimmy knows his friend profited from this afternoon. He purses his lips. Looks thoughtfully at his friend, his crown of soft brown curls. Jimmy decides to let it go. Instead of asking about money, he wants to ask Roger how much he saw. Did he watch Jimmy squirm with a finger up his ass? Did Roger come in his pants out in the hallway? Did he like what he saw? It occurs to Jimmy that this probably isn't the first time Roger has earned money on the back of his dick. It's a sobering thought. As soon as Jimmy thinks it, he knows it's true. He can feel the enormous certainty of it. As the car rounds a corner, glare from the setting sun blinds Jimmy. Looking at Roger, Jimmy sees a halo of sunshine glowing iridescent over his head. The car speeds up, continuing in a new direction, putting the sun behind some trees. Roger's halo disappears, but he's still an attractive boy. Wild and dangerous. Roger grins at Jimmy. Jimmy grins back. He knows he was tricked, but he isn't angry. More than anything, he is amazed. You can get paid good money for getting head, he thinks. —Getting sucked off! The world is a wonder of shifting truths and half-secrets. Anything is possible. Tricked! Rachel laughed at her friend's joke, and tipped her head back to take a sip of her beer. Her long black hair spilled down her back as she did so, its shine contrasting with her scuffed leather jacket. Hearing the door to the bar open, she put down her beer mug and looked over her shoulder. Steve behind her gave a low whistle. Rachel had to agree. The woman entering the bar wore a tight fitting, long red evening dress. The slit up the side gave a look at a long slender leg. The low cut in the front gave a tantalizing view of her ample cleavage. Tall heels gave more curve to her already impressive ass. The newcomer's eyes took in the attention of the bar with a hint of a smile. "She's back," Tim mentioned, with a hint of regret. Rachel gave him a questioning look. "Back...?" she asked, trailing off a bit. Rachel had not remembered seeing this woman come into he bar before. "Yeah," Steve interjected, leaning back in their booth, "She's been in a few times, you weren't here. She shoots down everyone who comes close. You're welcome to try." Steve's smug assuarance and the amused looks of her friends told Rachel that they had tried and failed to impress the tall, red headed beauty who had descended into their crummy dive bar. Rachel watched as the woman accepted a glass of red wine. "Maybe I will." Rachel said, throwing back the last of her beer, "Watch and learn boys." she exited the booth and headed towards the bar to a chorus of groans and taunts from her friends. "Hey Sarah," Rachel said to the bartender, "Can I get a couple shots of whiskey?" the bartender complied as Rachel caught the newcomer's eye and gave her a smile. The redhead gave her an inviting smile back. Rachel collected her shots and headed down the bar. "Hey there, I'm Rachel, I took the liberty of buying you a shot." Rachel gave the woman her most winning smile. "Well, that's very kind of you, I'm Michelle." The woman extended her hand, which Rachel shook, then slid one shot glass down the bar towards Michelle. "Bottoms up." Both women took a shot, Michelle wincing heavily. "Not used to whiskey?" Rachel asked faux sweetly, batting her eyes. Michelle laughed. "No, no I am not." Michelle replied, laughing, and still wincing. "That's a little harsh." "Well, if you're more used to going home with a beautiful woman, we could try that." Rachel said with a smile. Michelle paused and looked Rachel up and down, taking in her slender frame, but wide hips, perky breasts, her smiling brown eyes and pale skin. "Yeah, I think that would work a lot better." Rachel smiled at this, threw some cash down on the bar for her tab, and then looked over her shoulder with a smirk as her friends groaned. "Come on, my place isn't far." Rachel said as she put one hand on Michelle's hip and led her from the bar. The night was cool as the two women walked down the street. Flirting and exchanging small talk, slightly nervously as one does with a relative stranger that you are going home with. Seeing a small alley off to the side Rachel dragged Michelle down it. "Here, this is far enough for now," Rachel said with a giggle, pushing Michelle up against the wall gently. She leaned for a kiss, which Michelle eagerly returned. Opening her mouth to Rachel's tongue she moaned a little bit, sliding her hands up Rachel's back. Rachel pushed her tongue hungrily into Michelle's mouth, hands sliding up and down Michelle's hips, sliding up her stomach and squeezing her breasts. Rachel became more forceful, kissing down Michelle's neck, sliding one of her hands up the slit down the side of Michelle's dress and up her smooth, toned leg. Sliding slowly up Rachel's hand hit something she was not expecting, and stopped dead, her eyes going wide. "Whoops." Michelle said with some amusement. "Looks like you found me out." Rachel did not know what to say as she felt a cock hardening in her hand. She tried to stammer out something, but Michelle just shoved Rachel back against the other alley wall, causing her to stumble and fall onto her ass. Rachel scrambled onto her knees, but Michelle stepped forward and used her knees to pin Rachel's shoulders to the wall. "Is this your first time with a girlcock? Or maybe any cock?" Michelle asked mockingly as she hiked up the front of her skirt, letting her hardening clit out. Rachel nodded, angrily glaring up at Michelle. "Yes! Get that fucking thing out of my face!" Rachel spat, but then winced as Michelle just slapped her in the face with the girlcock and laughed. "No, I think this little bitch deserves this fucking thing IN her face." Michelle said with relish. As Rachel opened her mouth to respond, Michelle shoved her girlcock into Rachel's mouth. "Now suck on it, little bitch." Rachel glared at her, so Michelle shook her head and just pushed her hips forward, sliding her cock in and out of Rachel's mouth. Rachel tried to escape, but she had no leverage, and her head was pinned against the alley wall. "Come on honey, you're going to have to work harder, or I'm going to do the work for you." Michelle said mockingly. Rachel felt anger rise in her, and then a little puke as Michelle shoved her girlcock down Rachel's throat. Rachel choked and gagged, drooling on herself, fighting the urge to throw up. Michelle pumped her girlcock in and out a few more times. "That's more like it slut. You're such a good little cocksucking bitch." Michelle said with a laugh. "You like that? You going to work a little harder?" Rachel just glared, but was eager for the respite, she weakly nodded and began to suck. She was not good at it, but she tried, sliding her lips up and down Michelle's girl cock. She could not take much of it in her mouth, and Michelle sighed. "You're going to have to do better than that, or I'm going to have to take over again!" Michelle said mockingly. Rachel whimpered and picked up her pace. She tried to keep her lips sealed around the thick shaft in her mouth. She tried to lick the underside while she sucked, desperately trying to please the throat invading girlcock to spare herself the abuse. But Michelle was not having it. "Nice try slut, but not good enough." Michelle savagely rammed her girlcock down into Rachel's throat, and held her head there. Rachel whined and struggled, feeling herself gag, her eyes watering as ropes of spit flew out around Michelle's girl dick. Rachel's face went red as she couldn't breathe, trying to push Michelle away. Just as she thought she might pass out Michelle backed off. Michelle pulled her spit covered cock out of Rachel's mouth and Rachel gasped for breath. Michelle slapped her cock heavily across Rachel's face several times and laughed. "You look like a total whore you know Rachel. Spit all over your face, a face getting slapped by a girlcock. Do you feel like a whore?" Michelle asked, matter of factly. "Yes..." Rachel squeaked out as the cock slapped her again. "Say it louder whore!" Michelle shouted. Rachel whimpered. "I feel like a whore!" Rachel shouted hoarsely back, on the verge of tears, her earlier defiance quickly gagged out of her. Michelle sneered and used her cock to smear spit and some precum all over Rachel's face. "Yeah, I bet you do, you dumb little slut." Michelle shoved her girlcock back into Rachel's mouth, finding no resistance. Slowly at first, but picking up speed Michelle fucked Rachel's face. Rachel was disgusted to hear the squelching of her spit as Michelle's cock slammed in and out of her throat. Rachel gagged again, and again, feeling helpless as Michelle pounded her throat. "You have such a pretty little face. It looks like it's been blown up by a cock, but it's pretty." Michelle said, not breaking her pace. "I bet I can make it prettier though." Michelle pulled her cock from Rachel's mouth with a pop, and started jerking it aimed towards Rachel's face. "No no no no!" Rachel whined as she realized what was about to happen, but she could not do anything about it as cum erupted from Michelle's dick onto her face. Thick ropes of it splattering across her cheeks, lips and nose. She felt it glue one eye shut and splash into her hair. Michelle continued jacking off until the last bit of cum had dripped out, dribbling chunks of sperm down Rachel's chin and onto her cleavage. "Now that's a pretty little whore face." Michelle said with some satisfaction, pushing her cockhead against Rachel's lips. Rachel meekly opened her lips and sucked the last drop of cum out. "Good little whore." Michelle said cheerfully. Pulling out her cock, Michelle straightened her dress. "Well sweetheart, that was fun. I will see you later." Michelle smiled down at Rachel, and then left the alley. Rachel waited a moment, then ran out of the alley for home, and wondered why her panties were soaking wet.