by Matt Tims
She had no idea what any of this meant.
“My girlfriend’s bedroom is all pink. She still sleeps with stuffed animals. She’s a princess in every sense of the word, but that translates to all parts of her life. Kelly doesn’t want to have her ass spanked, she hates when I force her mouth down on my cock, and she would lose her shit if I ever spit in her face. It takes a special kind of girl to not only put up with that type of stuff in the bedroom, but to want it. Nora, it takes a girl like you.”
Her eyebrows perked up. “Like me?”
“Like you,” he grinned. “You aren’t anyone’s little girl, or princess, or the face they go to bed dreaming of waking up next to. You know what you are?”
She waited.
Mike retrieved his phone from the end table and unlocked it, reaching out to hand it to her. “What do you see?”
“Your text history with your girlfriend,” she answered.
“And what’s my girlfriend’s name in my phone?” he inquired.
Nora’s eyes moved to the top of the screen. “Kelly.”
“Kelly,” he verified. “Now, find our messages.”
She backed out of his girlfriend’s messages and immediately gasped. There was a name at the very top of the screen with the last message containing Mike’s thoughts on Doug’s lack of sexual aggressiveness. It was the text he’d sent her ten minutes ago.
He asked, “What’s your name in my phone?”
There was no more wondering what he thought of her. The edge of his phone would look really good slamming into his face, wouldn’t it? Maybe she would hit him in the eye and ruin his football career. That would teach him a lesson: a lesson about respect, manners, and human kindness. Where was his mother? She would be next in line to get slapped in the face. How could she raise her son to be this big of a jerk?
But the most important question was why she was now choking herself on his cock?
Mike’s arms lazily sprawled along the top of the sofa like a king. The brunette down on her knees in front of him was on a clear mission, and wasn’t stopping until she extracted his DNA.
“Because that’s what you are, Nora,” he continued, basking in the feeling of his manhood being worshipped. “The world needs girls like you. You’ll never be the prettiest, but you don’t really want that, do you? No, Nora, you want to be exactly what you’re named in my phone. And what is that?”
Her lips left his cock which majestically glistened thanks to her saliva. “Your fucktoy.”
“My fucktoy,” he grinned down at her. “Nora, you’re my little slut. You’re the girl I call when I want my cock sucked. You’re the one I text when I want to unload on someone and Kelly isn’t in the mood. Because a girl like you is always down. You’re never too busy to be spit on, slapped around, or forced to crawl along the floor. You know your place in this world. Now, suck my fuckin’ cock.”
She went at his dick like never before.
He was right, wasn’t he? Her intelligence didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Every guy out there just saw her as a piece of ass. And you want to know something? The guys who actually valued her were pathetic. She wasn’t an equal. If she was on the same level as the man using her, then that said something about him. She needed someone better than her, and Mike had her beat in every category.
He stood up and gripped her head. “Grab your heels.”
Her hands immediately reached behind her, locking onto the towering heels of her shoes. She’d been reduced to a hole for him to pump into. She would fall to the floor without his strong hands keeping her upright. This was life without any worries. This was her chance to shut off her brain. She was being facefucked in some high schooler’s family room—drool and wads of spit falling to the floor below—and she’d never been so happy. Her eighteenth birthday when Brad took her out to dinner and surprised her with a diamond necklace didn’t compare to this very moment. She was being dominated by an alpha male, and all was right with the world.
“This is my fuckin’ mouth.”
He carelessly plunged in and out of her mouth with increasing vigor. Nora could hear her own voice making a strange sound.
“GUH GUH GUH GUH.” Her mouth gaped open as Mike used it. “GUGH GUGH GUGGH,” she repeated. She’d heard other girls make this sound when they got facefucked before—in porn.
Her underwear was drenched. That was becoming a reoccurring theme around this guy.
“I bet someone is fuckin’ soaked, isn’t she?” he laughed. “I’m gonna stuff those panties in your mouth while I fuck you senseless later.”
“GUH GUH GUH GUH.”
All she wanted to do was touch her clit. It was throbbing. But there was no way she was taking her hands off her heels without him telling her first.
“Who’s my little whore?” he asked.
Muffled gibberish was the only response.
“I asked you a fuckin’ question, slut,” he scolded her, now pumping faster and deeper into her tight throat.
Once again, her attempts at answering his question weren’t successful. “GGGGGUUUGGGH GUHH GUGH GUUUH.” Her voice grew more and more desperate, and she was unable to provide an intelligible answer.
He pulled out of her mouth and shot her a glare.
“I’m your whore!” she answered. “I’m your fuckin’ whore!”
Her hands bolted forward and thudded on the hardwood floor as he released his grip from her head. She needed him back between her lips. On her knees, her palms flat on the floor, and a big cock stretching her throat: that was the real her.
But that thick piece of meat wasn’t forcing its way between her lips. Instead, it was moving away from her. She curiously observed him squat down and stroke his cock over the glass coffee table.
“Fuck…” Mike moaned.
Thick, powerful ropes burst from his cock as he unloaded all over the last place she’d expected. What in the world was he doing? Her mouth was right here! And so was her face if he wanted it. She was willing to use any part of her body to get him off, but he was masturbating himself to orgasm? It didn’t make any sense.
Seven white lines ran up and down the length of the glass when the star quarterback finally finished. Her interest further peaked when he turned and began to approach her. She didn’t have time to ask what was going on though, because she was rather busy at the moment.
Mike grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her across the floor. She wasn’t crawling like on Saturday, and she wasn’t being firmly led behind him—she was being dragged. The denim of her shorts slid along the wood as her arms reached out for something to hold on to. Her panic was short-lived as she quickly reached her destination.
Thud!
That was the sound of the side of her face being slammed into the glass table.
The sharp pain shooting through her right cheek was replaced by a warm, slimy substance which soothed her discomfort. Her face was taken for a ride as Mike pushed her skin further against the glass. She thought being spit on was the epitome of humiliation. She was wrong.
He was smearing her face into his cum.
Her tongue slipped out and lapped at his seed before her face was straightened. Now, it was her nose that was pressed against the table as his semen coated the insides of her mouth. She would never question her existence again. Her reason for living couldn’t be any more clear.
She was Mike’s fucktoy.
A firm yank pulled her face off the table. “I’m not sure you’ve earned that cum.”
She’d humiliated herself in public, let him fuck her throat, and had her face smeared in his cum. But maybe he was right. Maybe she hadn’t earned it.
“Keep your face right there,” he told her as his hold left her hair, leaving her hanging just inches above the glass table that was smeared with his seed.
Two hands squeezed her breasts before sliding down along her body. His fingers moved to her shorts and unbuttoned them, roughly tugging them down.
“Oh!” Nora yelped.
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br /> Mike’s firm palm slammed into her backside, causing her cheek to bounce and jiggle from the strong force. It was a sharp, stinging pain which sent an energy throughout her body. It was an act she knew that she shouldn’t like; but if it was wrong, then why did it feel so good?
His hand slipped under her thong, and suddenly there was a finger inside her. It wasn’t met with a hint of resistance. She was beyond wet.
“Oh…my…God!” she gasped.
Nora was being finger-fucked.
His warm breath was now in her ear. “Doug is in my math class.”
Her heart pounded out of her chest.
“I think I’m gonna send you back to that gas station after I’m done with you,” he grunted directly into her ear. “Let that kid get some pussy for the first time in his life.”
Another finger slid inside her, causing her to loudly moan.
“If you’re able to walk once I get through with you.”
His index and middle fingers were roughly thrusting inside her, causing her to squirm and moan as she attempted to keep her face just inches off the table.
“You don’t like cum, do you?” he asked, his fingers slowing to allow her to answer.
“I mean—”
“I could tell from how you reacted on Saturday,” he interjected. “Don’t lie to me, Nora. I’ll know if you are.”
“I don’t mind swallowing it,” she admitted. “I don’t really like it on my face though. I—”
The side of her face was slammed back down onto the glass, while his fingers began to harshly fuck her again. Her cheek was smeared into his semen once more, but she had more important things to worry about. Primarily, her growing orgasm which was approaching a boiling point.
“What you like doesn’t matter anymore,” he said. “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you’re starting to see that by now. So, if I want to cum all over your whore face, then I’m going to do that. And if I want to rub your face in my cum, then guess what I’m going to do?”
“Rub-rub-rub my face in it,” she meekly answered.
“Check out the big brain on Nora,” Mike arrogantly remarked. He let go of her hair and instead his fingers began to move inside her again. “You want to cum, don’t you?”
“So bad,” she breathed, heavy and desperate to explode.
She was almost there. Three days of built up tension was about to be released. There was something so primal about her jean shorts yanked down and her thong still being on. It was like Mike couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. There wasn’t any time to undress; because this jock needed to get her off like the bad girl she was, and now she was about to erupt.
Mike’s hand stopped moving. “Rub your face in my cum.”
The slimy, gooey texture of his semen pressing against her cheek grossed her out. There wasn’t a hand forcing her face onto the table, and there weren’t any moving fingers to get her off. It was just an overwhelming emptiness. In order to cum, she would have to overcome her biggest turn-off.
And that was causing her to hesitate.
His fingers slipped out of her pussy, resulting in her head turning back to look at the guy behind her.
“Get dressed.”
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit,” he stated. “Get dressed and get the fuck out of my house.”
Nora’s attention shifted back to the coffee table. Sure, it was disgusting, but would it really be the end of the world? And—
A hand abruptly gripped her by the hair and began pulling her toward the entrance of the house. Before she was even able to protest, the front door was opened and she was pushed outside.
The door slammed shut in her face.
Panic like this was foreign territory for the brunette. Her previous gas station experience was at least something she’d agreed to. A little control was still in her hands when she left her car and went inside to buy a candy bar. This, was anything but control.
This was a nightmare.
She pulled up her shorts and spun around in hysteria. The upper-class neighborhood was empty on this Tuesday afternoon, but for how long? It was only a matter of time before some housewife walking her dog, or a group of kids headed to play a pickup basketball came walking by. And here she was; topless, in six inch high heels, and with cum all over her face!
Nora turned back to the door and began pounding on it. “Let me in!”
She was met with silence.
“Mike, this isn’t funny!” she shouted. “Open the door!”
There was more silence.
“Please let me in!” she continued to beg. “Someone is gonna see me out here!!”
As expected, she didn’t receive a response.
“I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll rub my face in your cum!”
Mike’s voice finally made an appearance. “That isn’t good enough anymore.”
Her mind was sent into overdrive as she covered her breasts with her hands. She needed to get back inside! Think! Think!!!
“I’ll lick it off the table!”
Mike didn’t respond. Any further attempts to dive deeper into the deviant parts of her mind were rapidly halted. She heard noises. Those sounds were the unmistakable voices of older men, and they were growing closer which each passing second.
“Mike!” she yelled, pounding on the door again. “There are people out here!!!”
Silence.
“I’ll eat your cum with a spoon!” she shouted. “Anything! Please, just let me in!”
The door opened but her attempts at moving inside were met with resistance. Mike, who was now wearing his shorts once again, was blocking her path with his hand on her chest.
She waited until a smirk overtook his face. She didn’t have to look behind her to know what caused his reaction.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
“Mike…” she faintly groaned.
His tone grew firmer. “Turn around.”
The most demeaning moment of her life was waiting for her when she spun one hundred and eighty degrees. Stopped on the sidewalk and staring at her, were two older men—probably in their sixties—one of them with a golden retriever on a leash.
Mike’s voice was back in her ear. “‘I’m a filthy fuckin’ whore.’ Say it.”
“I’m a filthy fuckin’ whore,” she quietly repeated.
“Louder,” he demanded.
She strongly proclaimed, “I’m a filthy fuckin’ whore!”
The lifelong friends on the sidewalk were loving this.
“I love sucking cock,” he told her.
“I love sucking cock!” she shouted.
He went on, “My ex-boyfriend was a little pussy who didn’t know the first thing to do with me, but luckily I now have a daddy to show me what I really am.”
Part of her soul would die when she repeated that; but in a weird way, it wasn’t necessarily wrong.
“My ex-boyfriend was a little pussy who didn’t know the first thing to do with me, but luckily I now have a daddy to show me what I really am.”
“Those are some fuckin’ tits,” the older guy with the leash remarked.
Mike’s hands journeyed up her body before grabbing two big handfuls of her breasts and roughly squeezing them. “They belong to Daddy,” he whispered.
“They belong to Daddy!” she informed their spectators.
His right hand moved in front of her face and snapped his fingers. Nora instantly spun back around and dropped to her knees on the concrete step.
She was Pavlov’s dog and she hadn’t even realized it. This was the classical conditioning she read about in psychology class. A snap represented an order. She was to drop to her knees and take care of him at the sound of his fingers.
She pulled down his shorts and promptly took his cock inside her mouth. Moments later, he was fucking her face.
“GUH GUH GUH GUGH GUGH,” she vocalized, her voice loud and clear in the open spring air.
She was learning a lesson.
Her days of not listening were over. If she resisted Mike, then he would humiliate her, and sucking his cock in front of a few AARP members was something she would rather avoid.
“GUUUH GUH GUH GUH.”
He pulled out of her mouth and leaned down to gaze into her brown eyes. “Crawl back to that table and lick every inch of it clean. Understood?”
Nora nodded, her focus now down on the concrete entranceway.
“Get moving,” he said.
She crawled back inside the house after receiving a smack on her ass which was shielded by her jean shorts. She had the feeling a few more spankings were in her future, and there most likely wouldn’t be any denim to adsorb the impact.
The two older men gave Mike a nod of approval before the football star shut the door and followed his plaything back inside.
He watched the switch turn inside her head after he made his way back into the family room. Any former reservations she had were now gone. Her ex-boyfriend didn’t matter, what society told her was irrelevant, and her own dignity took a backseat to his pleasure. She was now his.
Nora was rubbing her face into his cum. The slick glass made squeaking noises, as if it were being Windexed.
He took a seat on the sofa and watched her turn her attention to cleaning off the coffee table with her tongue. Seconds later, his semen was gone.
“You cook?”
She slurped up the last stubborn clumps of his seed before looking over at the couch. “Do I cook?”
“Yeah, do you cook?” he asked again.
Her abilities inside the kitchen weren’t necessarily something she took pride in. “A little. I mean, I’m not great or anything.”
“Well, I’m starving.”
She jumped to her feet at the sound of his hunger. “I’m sure I can whip something up. What sounds good?”