[for the record. just because i fantasize about it doesn't mean that i want it... and neither does anyone else. not without proper safeword protocols and consent at least. got it? really got it? good. ]
******
*click*
she stopped on a dime and waited, her back to him still.
“i didn’t say you could leave” she stiffened “now get your ass back here.”
she moved rigidly and slowly and turned to face him. he held the gun calmly in his hand, casually, even loosely. she didn’t doubt he would shoot her where she stood.
she looked at him but didn’t approach him. he took the gun a little more firmly in his grip and gestured with it. “on your knees” and he unzipped his pants in an unmistakeable gesture.
she swallowed.
he looked at her.
she stared at him, at the growing bulge in his pants, at the hard metal gun shining dully in the light. he gestured again, using the gun to make a sort of come hither motion toward his crotch.
he couldn’t be serious.
she stared at him. “don’t make me get nasty with you” he said with deadly calm and she blanched. blanched and walked toward him. stopping a little ways away she sank bloodlessly to her knees.
she stared at his weapon as it gleamed softly in the dim light, hard metal looking somehow menacing and dangerous just by it’s very existence.
he stepped toward her and took himself out of his pants. his cock was already semi-hard and it grew as she stared at it.
“stop stalling”
she shuffled forward a little and took a deep breath. lifting a hand she reached “no hands.”
she leaned in that last little bit and inhaled him. he smelled of man and fading soap and of healthy, clean cock.
she couldn’t help it, she licked her lips.
hesitantly she touched her tongue to his manhood. it was unexpectedly beautiful, thick and well formed. it tasted clean and fresh and she bathed the head with her tongue.
he growled a little.
she opened her mouth and he pushed inside, she almost gagged as he hit the back of her throat and her head jerked back. he growled again and took a handful of her hair in his hands.
holding her there he leisurely moved his hips as she worked desperately on him. she opened her mouth around his cock and she swirled her tongue around the head whenever he came out of her mouth enough to let her.
he fucked her mouth like that, leisurely with her hair in his hands and his weapon in the other and she kneeled there, moving a little as he allowed her to and took him in.
he hit her gag reflex again and again and she felt her body wanting to react but she fought it desperately. please relax she thought to her throat, please relax. somehow she knew that throwing up all over his thick, hot cock was not an acceptable option.
in the meantime she worked her soft palate and tongue against him, feeling him react in her mouth as her warm cavern stroked and squeezed him. occasionally she dared to scrape her teeth along him and was rewarded with an indrawn breath and another growl.
finally, finally she felt her throat relax and the next time he thrust into her mouth he let out a long oh of surprise as he felt himself enter her throat without resistance.
he held her firmly then and started to fuck her. his hips moved faster and faster as she tried desperately to keep him lubricated and slippery while he fucked her mouth harder and harder.
she tasted him in the back of her throat then and her eyes startled open to stare again at the almost forgotten metallic weapon in his other hand. her mouth was flooded with the hot metallic taste of cock and precum while her eyes filled with the threat implicit in the gun he was holding.
oh my she wasn’t, couldn’t, be feeling, no it wasn’t possible she was… she was aroused! her cheeks burned scarlet as she witnessed her own humiliation. bad enough that he was forcing her degradation like this but to find herself wet in the meantime?
she mewled a little in her mouth as she felt her own arousal and resolutely closed her eyes to it to deal with the situation at hand. he was still pistoning into her mouth and she could feel him throbbing but she could also tell that this wasn’t going to get him off.
hesitantly she reached up a hand and cupped his balls, she knew this was verboten but she hoped… as she squeezed he groaned again and she could tell that he wanted to tell her no hands but that it felt so good he would let her anyway.
she cupped his balls and massaged them gently in her hand and then, greatly daring, she paused for one second to lick and moisten her second hand and then in one move she grabbed him at the root.
before he could draw breath to speak she started to spiral her hand around in sync with her bobbing head and the hand massaging his balls. subtly she took control of her head and swirled her tongue around the head of his throbbing cock while her hand pistoned up and down in a tight spiralling motion.
he groaned, long and low in his throat as he allowed her to worship his penis. he held her hair still, his breath coming in short gasps as his hips jerked and his buttocks flexed with each stroke of her hot mouth.
she shifted repeatedly where she knelt, her own arousal rising as she felt him throbbing against her lips. she could smell herself mixed with the scent of him in the room and she only hoped that he didn’t notice, didn’t realise…
she didn’t think she could bear it if he did.
she freed a finger from his balls and slid it along the soft skin behind them and up the crack of his ass. he stiffened and growled a little and then she reached the rosebud of his anus and she pressed there gently.
he gasped and shuddered into her mouth and now it was her turn to make a noise deep in her throat. that it was more of a purr than a growl haunts her still but nonetheless she redoubled her efforts with her tongue and hands as he took her hair more firmly in his grasp and fucked her mouth for real this time.
long, hard strokes of his cock as she felt his balls hit her chin and the head of him land deep in her throat. her hand was waiting as he pulled out and she massaged and spiralled with her hand as he thrust into her again and again.
she felt him start to throb then, his balls tightening under her hand and the thrusts of his hips getting more and more jerky. she pressed more firmly against his anus and he growled again, deep and low in his throat.
heedless of the warning she allowed her finger to enter him ever so slightly. she was squirming for real now, trying and failing to rub her thighs together without his noticing. she was so wet and so aroused and she really couldn’t believe it was true.
she left her fingertip inside him and then held it there as he pistoned his hips. each jerk forward almost removing her finger as he thrust deep into her waiting mouth and each press back sinking him further onto her waiting finger as she dragged her mouth along his throbbing penis.
that did it, he cried out and she felt his balls tighten even more and then that wonderful pulse ran up his hard cock again and again until she felt his semen hit the back of her throat in long warm splashes.
she sucked greedily at him and milked him for every drop as he shuddered there against her mouth. she removed the finger from his anus and continued to massage his balls with one hand as she dropped the other to ‘rest’ between her legs.
she couldn’t help it, she rubbed herself against her own hand as he finished spurting into her mouth and she felt herself gasp and shudder against herself.
he felt her gasp against him as he allowed himself to slide from her mouth. she held him a moment and caught a last drop from his tip before dropping her other hand to ‘rest’ on the first one.
desperately she fought to still her quivering hips as he tucked himself back into his pants. he gestured toward her with the gun “you enjoyed that didn’t you?”
she stared up at him mutely, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed with lust. her mouth looked like what it was, well fucked, but it was her heavy-lidded eyes that gave her away. she shook her head a little.
“stop stalling” …
