2 comments/ 15998 views/ 4 favorites Tale of Easy J Ch. 01 By: TyThatBinds BEACH DAY "That was fun," Julia said with a smile as they walked into her house, turning back over her shoulder to look at the guy she had just spent the last three hours at the beach with. She had been avoiding saying his name because, honestly, she had forgotten it. Due to an inside joke with a friend, she couldn't stop thinking of him as Six. He returned the smile as he looked around the place. "Nice crib. Hey, can I see your bedroom?" he asked, slipping off his shoes and walking up to her, running a hand down her tanned arm in a gesture she couldn't quite read as a friendly touch or something more. Regardless, she laughed as he asked and he cocked an eyebrow. "Um, a bit forward, don't you think? I did say just friends, right?" He adopted an expression of feigned offense, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. "No, no, no, nothing like that. Geez, didn't meant to come across like that. It's just that someone's bedroom can say a lot about them, you know?" His voice was calm and indifferent; he was clearly not invested in seeing her bedroom, just curious. Feeling a little more at ease about his question, Julia smiled. "Alright, but don't try anything funny," she teased and lead him there. As they walked, she tried to remember his name but it was though he had never even said it, just a blank space in her mind where his name should be. Oh well, she had gotten away with it so far and he was leaving soon. As they reached the bedroom, she turned around and gave a sweeping gesture and laughed. "Well, here it is. What secrets about me does it reveal?" He looked and the bedroom for a moment, the same indifference in his eyes as before, then looked to her with something far more. He strode forward and Julia had no idea what he was doing until he reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face forward. Before she could even gasp, her lips were against his and he opened his mouth, his tongue thrusting into hers, a sensation she eagerly returned. The kiss was aggressive and forceful and lasted several minutes before she finally pushed him back. She couldn't deny she enjoyed it, but this was not her plan. "I'm...I'm sorry, but no. I said just friends, okay?" she stammered, but Six had not let go of her hair. "Just friends, hey? Is that why you couldn't stop staring at my cock at the beach? I saw your eyes lingering on my shorts damn near the whole time, probably fantasizing about it in your mouth and your pussy. I'm surprised you didn't start touching yourself then and there," he almost hissed, his voice quiet. This time, Julia did gasp. She didn't know what to say, especially because he was right. She had noticed the outline of his cock through his shorts and had been transfixed. Now, she was left speechless. "Get on your knees," were the next words out of his mouth, his hand pulling her hair downward, and Julia couldn't even argue as she clumsily knelt before him. With his free hand, he pulled his shorts down to his knees and she saw he was already fully erect, his cock long, thick and pointed right at her mouth. It was a position she had been in many times before and the same familiar sensation began in her pussy, the growing warmth and wetness. He gave her hair a slight jerk but she didn't need encouragement. She couldn't argue that whether she thought this was the right thing to do or not, she wanted his cock in her mouth and she did exactly that. Gripping it with her right hand, she leaned in and took him in her mouth, running her tongue around it to get it wet and starting to stroke it. After a moment, she took it out and licked the entire length of his shaft, making sure to get copious saliva all along him, before returning him to her mouth. She placed her left hand on his flat stomach and begin to run it slowly up and down his body as she began to bob her head back and forth, his thickness sliding easily in between her moist lips. This was not how she had planned to spend her afternoon, but she had never found herself able to say no to a hard cock and even though Six had been aggressive and perhaps rude, she couldn't deny how wet she was getting as she sucked his dick now. After a few minutes, his grip tightened on her hair and he pushed himself into her mouth as far as he could and held her there. She could feel him pushing against the back of her mouth, edging into her throat and she looked up at him, her eyes almost pleading. He was smiling, an almost cruel smile. "Take off your bikini," he hissed, not releasing his grip. Although it was awkward, she managed, reaching behind her back and undoing the clasp, tossing it to the side with one hand. His smile grew larger as he reached down with his free hand and pawed at her soft breasts, her nipples as hard as her pussy had become wet. She was well beyond denying her pleasure at the situation as he finally loosened his grip and pushed slightly on her head, encouraging her to keep sucking him. She enthusiastically resumed the blowjob as he reached down with his other hand to squeeze and massage her firm breasts. "Nice tits," he offered as he did so and she offered a moan in return, a moan she was not expecting to give. As she felt the heat continue to rise in her pussy, Six's hand returned to her hair. "Put your hands behind your back and leave them there, slut," he ordered, his voice firm. Julia didn't know how she felt about being called a slut in her own house, but with a mouthful of cock belonging to a man she had met only three hours earlier, she was in no position to argue, and quickly crossed her wrists behind her back. His other hand came up to grab a second handful of hair and things got rough. Instead of Julia giving him head, he began to thrust in and out between her lips, using her for his pleasure, fucking her mouth. As he roughly pistoned in and out of her mouth, she was given no chance to swallow the excess saliva and it began to run down her chin and neck, covering her tits in shiny spit. But she remained still, her hands behind her back, and couldn't help but begin to moan as he fucked her face, finding the thick cock filling her mouth to be delicious and intoxicating. He fucked her mouth this way for several minutes before suddenly, abruptly, pulling out, long strands of spit dangling between the head of his cock and Julia's lips. Caught off guard, Julia immediately found herself gasping, swallowing air to catch her breath, a gesture that seemed to elicit a small laugh from Six. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up. "Now the rest of you gets fucked," he said with a smile and she found herself smiling back. He reached for her hair but she quickly stood, her bikini bottoms off in a flash, her shaved pussy glistening. Fully nude, she bit her bottom lip and tilted her head slightly, offering her hair to him this time. He gladly took it and dragged her to the bed, almost throwing her upon it. By the time she scrambled to turn over and face him, he was as naked as her and quickly climbed over her, pinning her wrists above her head. "You're kind of an easy slut, aren't you?" he cooed as he got into position. "I like to fuck," was all she could offer before, without warning, he thrust inside her. No gentleness, no easing in, just one smooth maneuver and his thick cock slid easily into her wet cunt. It was here that Julia experienced something she never had before: she came, simply from him entering her. She had been so worked up by his dominance that it only took the one simple act and pleasure exploded deep within her, travelling like warm electricity spreading throughout her entire body, her nerves coming alive to the slightest sensation. Her mouth opened involuntarily as it was overcome with a long, uncontrollable moan, her eyes fluttering uncontrollably. For that moment, she was lost in sensation and pleasure. As the orgasm subsided, but didn't quite stop, she became more aware of distinct sensations. His grip on her wrists was tight, tighter than any she had felt and she knew she was utterly powerless to move, to get him off of her, and the feeling excited her. The helplessness only fed her arousal. The other obvious sensation was hard cock as it thrust in and out of her pussy, exiting her body almost entirely before being shoved back in to its full length. As sweat began to bud on her tanned body, her nipples ached and she found she found, between heavy breathing and moaning, she could not keep her mouth closed. Her pussy had never felt so full or felt such intensity and she realized the growing heat had returned and was building rapidly as Six fucked her. Above her, he was almost feral and animalistic, a predator and his prey, as he rhythmically drove his cock in and out of Julia. As her second orgasm built, she realized she was either addicted to cock or addicted to fucking, but either way, it was something she was unwilling to give up. He shifted her wrists, pinning both under one hand, although she still felt powerless to fight against him, and used the other hand to reach under her and grab her hair, pulling hard on it, exposing her throat to him. He leaned down as she continued to fuck her, sucking upon and biting her neck, occasionally moving his head down to suck on one of her hard nipples, a sensation she found she couldn't get enough of. Her pleasure crescendoed again, her pussy becoming the focal point of her entire body as the orgasm again clouded her mind to everything around her, the warm sensations sweeping through her and turning the world white with bliss. She was vaguely aware that she was almost screaming at this point, but cared not as wave after wave rippled through her tiny, taut frame, the experience threatening to overwhelm her. As the sensations began to dim ever so slightly again, she became aware of a franticness to Six's pace, as she fucked her harder, faster. "I'm going to cum," he groaned, squeezing her wrists and pulling her hair at the same time. "Cum on my face," Julia moaned without even really thinking, wanting nothing more to embrace the dirty pleasure of everything happening to her. Releasing her hair but not her wrists, Six pulled out of her cunt, a sensation that, for a moment, left Julia feeling sad, as he scrambled up to straddle her chest, her heaving breasts covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Kneeling as he was and still pinning her hands above her head, Julia knew there was nothing more for her to do here and simply closed her eyes. Six came hard, thick spurts of cum splashing upon her face, coating her lips, her cheeks and her nose, each spray causing little fireworks to go off in her now tender but ever wet pussy. He groaned a deep, satisfied sound as he continued to cover her in what Julia suspect was the most cum she had ever seen, the warm rain falling upon her beautiful face for what felt like several seconds. At last, he finished and she opened her eyes, greeted with a look of exhausted satisfaction. His slowly softening cock was only an inch from her mouth and she leaned forward, taking him back into her mouth. As she worked her tongue around it, it tasted strongly of her own pussy and his cum, but she continued to suck him until he was clean, before releasing him from her mouth with a sigh. Only now did he finally release her wrists and crawl off of her. He sat on the edge of the before for a few minutes as she lay there, gently stroking her wetness with his cum still upon her face, both of them catching their breath. Finally, he stood and began to get dressed, although she still didn't move. When he was mostly dressed, he walked over to the edge of the bed where she was, his cock still hanging out of his shorts. "So, do you want to hang out again sometime?" She looked up at him and smiled, reaching out and grabbing his cock, immediately feeling it start to harden again in her hand. "I don't know about hanging out, but we can definitely fuck again," she said. "This was pretty much the best beach day." Tale of Easy J Ch. 02 THE CHEAP DATE The music in the club thumped loudly, the various lights flashing and flaring around the hard-bodied, young man and woman grinding against one another on the dance floor. They were utterly lost: in the music, in the moment, in one another, as their bodies, slick with sweat and lust, gyrated against each other in hypnotic and rhythmic motions, their forms moving as one. As the song began its denouement, the man leaned forward, brushing aside the dirty blonde hair of the girl, and whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her flesh. "Let's go outside and get some air," he offered, reaching down and intertwining his fingers with hers. She gave his hands a small squeeze of acknowledgement and smiled as he turned and lead them across the crowded club floor, to a side door that lead outside. The area just beyond the doors was crowded, mostly with smokers, and the guy (she didn't hear his name on the dance floor and had come to think of him as "Seven") lead them to the back of the building and around the corner: an empty parking lot with a cool breeze, the wind sweeping the sweat from their skin, both of them still catching their breath. Julia went to say something but didn't have the chance as Seven pushed her against the wall and pressed his mouth to hers, their lips parting quickly, their tongues pushing against one another, exploring each other. As they continued, their breathing hot and heavy in between kisses, Seven's hands moved to Julia's body, gently stroking the smooth, tanned skin of her arms, his fingers tracing across them gently, barely touching, before moving to her firm, breasts, squeezing gently. His lips moved from hers to her necks, hungrily sucking upon it, licking gently across her taut flesh as his hands move from her breasts down her flat stomach to her hips, running smoothly over her upper thighs, squeezing them, before moving back upward. As he alternated between kissing and sucking upon her neck, her shoulders and her mouth, his hands continued to explore her body, running over flawless skin and squeezing his favorite parts. He could feel how hard her nipples were through her bra and when one hand dipped up under her skit, he could feel that her pussy was hot and wet, having almost soaked through her thong. He leaned back from kissing her and they were both panting, their lips slightly parted and inches from one another. "I love your body, Julia. You are so incredibly hot. I want my cock in your beautiful mouth so badly," he whispered and she smiled a little, her eyes darting to either side of the so-far empty parking lot. She smiled apologetically. "No. Not here," she offered and leaned into kiss him, their lips parting, their mouths opening to one another, their tongues intertwining. After a few more minutes, Seven pushed her back again. "I'll give you twenty bucks," he said, an urgent look upon his face. Julia cocked an eyebrow, unsure if she should be offended or not. He reached down and fished around in his pocket, pulling out a folded twenty dollar bill. They were motionless for a moment, neither one moving or speaking, until finally, he tucked the bill into her bra, pausing to give her breast a squeeze. Still smiling, he stepped back from her and reached up to stroke her hair. Julia looked down at the twenty dollar bill poking out of her bra then back to Seven and smiled. She sank to her knees before him, still looking up at him, and he immediately began to undo his fly. She reached up to take over for him, pulling his already hard cock out of his jeans; it was of average length, but thick, nothing Julia felt she couldn't handle. She leaned forward and took the head in her warm, wet mouth and Seven groaned. This won't take long at all, she thought as she began to suck, swirling her tongue around his thickness, getting his member wet. Satisfied with this, she gripped his shaft with her right hand and begin to move her head back and forth, her lips running over the warm flesh of his cock, her tongue dancing across it as she sucked. Julia knew she was a talented cocksucker and another groan from Seven simply confirmed that. He reached down, putting his hand on the back of her head, not pushing, but rather relaxing and letting her work. He looked down and smiled at the beautiful young woman kneeling before him, his cock dipping in and out of her wet mouth. Without really thinking, he reached down and began to massage her breasts as she continued to suck him off, the saliva on his cock reflecting from a nearby street lamp. After another moan, he spoke. "You're a cheap, sexy little cock-sucker, aren't you?" Julia moaned in response, but didn't stop bobbing her head back and forth. "Maybe when we're done here, I could tell my friends," he said, in between gasps, "You could probably make some good money tonight." Julia stopped for a minute, taking the cock from her mouth and licking it from the base of the shaft to the tip several times, then looked up at him. "Sure. Let them know I'll be back here," she said, totally straight faced. Seven couldn't tell if she was joking or not but the brazen way she said it made him groan again as he pushed on the back of her head, shoving his cock back into her talented, young mouth. Julia continued to such his dick and could taste the familiar, salty taste of pre-cum and knew her good work was about to pay off. She increased her tempo gradually until she was almost using his cock to fuck her mouth and she heard him groan, his hand grabbing a handful of her hair. The first jet of cum shot to the back of her mouth and she couldn't even taste it as she swallowed, but she did the loads that followed. Seven's cum burst into her mouth in many long series of jerks, nearly filling her mouth as it pooled on her tongue and she swallowed several times to manage the very large load he deposited. After the first few swallows, she continued to slowly suck him, milking him as he continued to cum in her mouth with diminishing returns. When he was finally done, she took his entire cock, now soft, into her mouth to clean any remaining semen from him before releasing him. Swallowing one last time, Julia felt this load may actually have been larger than the one Six had sprayed all over her face just earlier this afternoon. She gave his cock a final kiss before slipping it back into his pants and standing, again wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Seven just stared at her for a minute, clearly out of breath. He finally leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek before starting to stagger towards the club. "Don't forget to tell your friends," Julia called after him as she leaned against the wall and sighed. THREE HOURS LATER Julia settled into the backseat of the taxi cab after giving the cabbie directions and reached into her bra, pulling out seventy dollars and tucking it into her purse. Eight and Nine had paid the full twenty and she had sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum without hesitation but Ten, well, he had only had two fives on him. She had still blown him, his cum pooling in her tummy, but she told herself that would be the last time she sucked a guy's cock for less than twenty. But he had been so cute! She began to hum to herself, her eyes half-closed, as she thought about she could start using the club to make a profit... Tale of Easy J Ch. 03 DAYS OFF Julia closed the door behind her, turning around to face her manager, Ryan. He was looking at some papers in front of him and looked up at the sound of the door closing. "So, you wanted to request a day off, right?" he asked, his eyes looking her up and down slowly. She had learned to accept his leering long ago and offered an unconvincing smile. "Yes, sir," she said with as much confidence as she could. She knew what was coming: it had happened dozens of times before, but she still wasn't comfortable with it. "You know the drill," Ryan said, smiling. Julia nodded and walked around the desk, turning her back to him and putting her hands behind her back, waiting. She heard him open his drawer and close it a minute later, felt him place the zip-tie around her wrists, felt him tighten it until it just started to hurt. Without being told, she turned back around. Ryan had already undone his pants and was pulling his cock out. He was an older man, close to 60, but his cock was long, thick and already half-hard; in a moment, it would be very hard, a gift of his, despite his age. Julia said nothing, sinking to her knees smoothly, a feat that took many times to perfect. By now, she had done it so many times, she made it look easy. "Do you know why I make you do this?" he asked, as he stood and let his pants fall to his ankles. He never wore boxers anymore. "Because I am your slut, sir," Julia said, no real emotion in her voice, not looking up to him. He sat back down, his cock fully erect now. "Are there any other reasons I make you do this?" he asked, grinning at her, stroking himself more. "Because I am a teenage cocksucker and this is all I'm good for," she said, looking him in the eyes. She felt that familiar churning in her stomach, that nervousness and revulsion at being degraded and used. But she needed the day off for her friend's going away party and she knew she had to. "Exactly," Ryan said as he leaned forward and stroked her cheek, an action that no longer made her flinch. He looked her up and down, kneeling in her black dress pants, her collared white shirt buttoned all the way up, her tie lined up perfectly, her hands bound almost painfully behind her back. "Now why don't you earn this day off, you stupid whore?" The first few times it had happened, Julia had cried, felt disgusted. She remembered throwing up afterwards, showering for an hour. But now it was just part of her job, part she accepted, as she leaned forward and took the head of Ryan's cock in her mouth. In the past two years, she had been with nearly fifty guys but she had never had a cock as long or thick as Ryan's, but having blown him over a dozen times now, she had become quite proficient. His cock sank halfway into her mouth as she ran her tongue around it, getting it wet, getting it slick, before slowly drawing her lips back over it. Already, it glistened in the fluorescent overhead lights and she leaned down, licking him from the stem of his cock all the way up to the top, getting as much saliva on it as she could. She did this three times on one side, before switching to the other side and repeating. Satisfied that his cock was now wet enough to continue, she took him back in her mouth, sliding her lips over him until her nose was almost touching his stomach, the head pressing against the back of her mouth, at the start of her throat. She slowly dragged her lips back, before pushing back down, taking him all in again, this time moaning slightly. He had taught her that he liked it when she moaned, when she acted like she enjoyed it, no matter how much she didn't. And she didn't. She hated it, but she knew she had to. She slowly worked his cock in and out of her mouth, sliding her lips over him in a smooth, steady motion, moaning slightly each time his hardness touched the back of her mouth. By now, she had closed her eyes, trying to ignore what was going on, not wanting to see his grey pubic hair or his work shirt and be reminded, not wanting to watch over her nose as his thickness filled her mouth over and over. Every time she did it, she tried to forget, even though she knew it wouldn't be long before she was kneeling before him again. She kept at it for several minutes until she started to really notice the zip-tie around her wrists, the ache becoming more noticeable, becoming painful, and this prompted her to start sucking faster, harder, her head beginning to bob up and down swiftly, her tie smacking against her shirt. She had opened her eyes by now, paying more attention to what she was doing, driving the dick deep into her mouth and focusing on her breathing, her saliva now running down his cock, getting the chair wet. Ryan reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, gripping it tightly, and pulled her head back with a loud pop, strands of saliva hanging between his cock head and her lips, running down her chin. She was breathing heavy, an almost dazed look in her eyes. "What's your hurry, slut?" he sneered. "My wrists are starting to hurt, sir," she said meekly. Another game he liked to play. He could be almost sadistic to her at times. "That's a real pity, but you're willing to slow down and work through the pain, right?" She nodded slowly. "And why are you willing to do that?" he asked, jerking her hair back slightly, causing her to wince. "Because I love sucking old men's cocks." The 'correct' answer he had taught her. "You know you're going to spend most of your life on your knees, right slut?" His smile was both vicious and victorious. "Of course, sir. I was born to suck cock. Having dick in my mouth is all I'm good for." He laughed, causing her stomach to turn again, and pulled her hair, leading her down, pushing her mouth to his balls. Another thing he had trained her for. She immediately begin to lick them despite the odd, uncomfortable angle her neck was at. As she sucked one into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, he moaned slightly. "Do you want my load on your face or in your mouth, slut?" he asked as her tongue and lips ran over his balls, slowly, gently. "I don't care, sir," she said inbetween sucking and licking. "I love to swallow your delicious cum, sir." She took the other one into her mouth, sucking hard. "I love having your cum all over my slutty face, sir." Another victorious laugh from Ryan and he pulled her head back up, forcing her mouth back down on his cock. He continued to grip her hair, controlling her tempo as he made her bob her head up and down almost uncomfortably fast. Her neck was getting sore, her knees were getting sore and her bound wrists now ached. "Moan, whore," he grunted, his breathing growing quicker. Julia complied, moaning around the girth filling her mouth, moaning like the slut she knew she had become, moaning because, despite herself, she enjoyed having a hard cock inside her, no matter the circumstances. She continued to bob as quickly as she could, hoping to keep up with the grip he had on her hair, letting him fuck her mouth. And then he stopped, releasing her hair and gripping the back of her neck, forcing her head down as far she could handle, the head of his cock passing into her throat, gagging her, cutting off her air. He held her there, filling her mouth entirely, gripping her neck tightly, his sadism beginning to show through. She shuffled forward on her knees slightly, trying to alleviate some of the pain in her neck, but he continued to hold her. She started to feel a pain in her chest from not having air to breathe and begin to struggle, her hands beginning to pull against the zip-tie, grasping at empty space, as she tried to pull her head up, tried to get a breath. He continued to hold her for seconds afterward before releasing her, her head snapping up with such force that she fell backward onto her ass, cough and choking. Her face was red, tears staining her cheeks, her black tie now covered in spit and drool. "Fuck you," she hissed as she gasped, catching her breath, the fire in her lungs dying down to be replaced with the fire in her wrists. He simply smiled and begin to stroke his spit-slick cock, causing her to glare harder. He let her take a few minutes to catch her breath, keeping himself hard as she did. "Do you still want those days off, Julia?" he asked after the color had returned to her face. She looked at him, her eyes full of anger, then to his cock. She sat in silence for a minute before crawling back to her knees and shuffling forward, leaning back down and taking him back in her mouth. "Such a good little cocksucker," he cooed. "Final stretch now." As he said this, she could taste the pre-cum that seeped out as he had stroked himself and this gave her enough encouragement to suck harder, faster, knowing it would be over soon. He placed his hand on the back of her hand, but gently this time, resting it there and letting her do all the work herself. Finally, her efforts paid off, for him at least, as he pushed her head down and held it, his cock beginning to twitch as the first surge erupted out, cum spraying to the back of her mouth and all over her tongue. As the second jet shot into Julia's mouth, she moaned loudly, another lesson she has been taught. She knelt there, waiting, as spurt after spurt of his thick seed poured into her soft mouth, the sound of his grunting giving her indication when it would start to slow. Once there were several healthy loads of cum in her mouth, she swallowed the sticky mess, clearing her mouth for more of his salty jism. She ended up swallowing three large loads before he removed his hand from the back of her head. As he started to go soft, she sucked the entire length of his shaft a few times to clean off any remaining traces of his cum, before leaning back, subconsciously licking her lips. Ryan's eyes were closed and Julia was forced to sit quietly for several minutes, her knees aching, her wrists burning, while he recovered. Finally, after what felt like far too long, he opened his eyes and gestured for her to stand and turn around. She sighed deeply as he finally cut the zip-tie, freeing her wrists, which she immediately begin to rub. She turned around and Ryan shook his head: her shirt was damp at the top from sweat and saliva, her tie soaked with spit, drool and a few drops of semen. "You're a mess, slut. Go get cleaned up and we'll schedule that day off for you." Julia smiled, a forced smile, the taste of the old man's cum strong in her mouth, and turned to go the washroom, dreading the next time she would have to ask for a day off.