“Damn it, girl, are you trying to make me beg now?” He pushed harder on my head, trying to force his cock deeper.
Now you get it.
I was playing a dangerous game with a man that I had felt viciousness from, but I had him where I wanted him. I might pay a price when it was over, but I would relish the opportunity to go over his knee and take it. It was fun to feel him squirm, to know that he wanted something that he couldn’t quite have. It was a good way to keep him occupied and as much as I hated to admit, I was feeling less like a timid young virgin and more like a girl that absolutely loved taking a man down my throat. I felt his cock hit the barrier in the back of my throat and while I had half of his length in my mouth, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t prepared to feel my gag reflex fight back against my desires. I pushed against it several times and every time I did, I felt resistance. I wanted him as deep as he could go, but my inexperience was preventing me from getting there.
“Fine.” He let out a gasp followed by a throaty-growl. “You’ve earned it—please swallow it all. Please make me cum.”
He started to groan and I pulled him against the barrier in the back of my throat. I swallowed hard, doing everything in my power to take what I desired. I felt his cock slowly go in and it gagged me, but I fought back against my natural reflexes. I held him there for a moment and started pushing my lips down his shaft. It was working. I was taking him past the barrier, and it really felt good. My whole body was on fire with lust. I kept going until I felt my lips against his balls. He was all the way in, but the challenge wasn’t over. One time wasn’t going to be enough. I was going to have to give his entire cock a workout before I felt the eruption I craved in my throat.
“Oh god! You’re definitely going to make me cum now.” Another throaty-growl followed his words and I felt his hands push harder on the back of my head.
I took his cock from the glans to the balls in one swift motion. I repeated the motion over and over, feeling his shaft throb against my tongue while the glans pulsated in my throat. My saliva coated his entire cock and started to leak out the side of my lips. It was sloppy, and as much as I tried to avoid making a mess, there just wasn’t any way to keep the speed and avoid it. His groans got louder, his grunts got more intense, and I knew I was close to feeling the reward that he released while I watched him pleasure his enormous dick. I hoped I could live up to what he saw because I was enjoying every second of my first blowjob.
“Here it comes—time to swallow every drop!” He drove his glans deep until it was buried in my esophagus.
All I could do was take it. His vise-like grip on the back of my head was too tight for me to really move. I massaged his shaft with my tongue while I sucked with as much vibration as I could create. His muscles tensed up, his cock throbbed even harder, and then I felt a surge of cum moving through his shaft. I felt the movement against my tongue and then it erupted in my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, feeling the sticky semen flooding into me. It was as powerful, thick, and possibly even had more volume than I saw the night before. It felt like it was going to drown me for a moment, but then I got enough of it down to prepare for the next explo
sion. He grunted while he ejaculated, throwing his body against the couch and keeping his dick deep in my throat. There were several convulsions before he was done, and his arms fell to his side. I pulled my lips up his shaft slowly, tasting his slimy, salty lust on my tongue before reaching the top and siphoning the last few drops from his glans.
“Well, that definitely took my mind off things.” He leaned back against his couch and nodded. “You did an amazing job. That was probably the best I ever had.”
“Wow, that’s quite a compliment considering what you told me about your history.” I smiled and traced his muscular leg before snuggling close to him.
“Sometimes it is more about desire than ability.” He put a hand on my head and kept me against his chest. “If you really want to do something, it shows. There’s a clear difference between desire and wasting your time.”
“You know, I might be convinced to stay another day if you do what you did for me earlier again.” I traced his leg until my fingers were dancing across his balls. “I’d be glad to return the favor as well.”
“That’s cute…” He chuckled and squeezed me a little tighter. “You say that like you have a choice. You’re not going anywhere. Not until I have feel that virgin pussy stretched around my cock.”
I lay against him as his words echoed in my ears. I hoped I hadn’t started something I couldn’t finished. Losing my virginity was a big deal to me, and losing it to a man I wouldn’t even see again once I returned to college was more than a little concerning. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Red—I did like him, even if he was rougher than anyone I had met before. The things he had done to me were different than anything I ever imagined when I pictured myself becoming intimate with a man for the first time. I expected rose petals, sweet Champagne, and possibly a ring on my finger before I felt a man between my thighs. He had taken me to a world of pain I never imagined, and followed it up with pleasure that shattered what I thought was possible. Perhaps I had been saving myself for the right moment—and it was closer than I realized.
Chapter 10: Red
My mind was spinning with what Sheriff Thompson had told me, but when I felt Mandy’s lips wrap around my cock, all of that faded away. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in heart. She truly did want to give me the same pleasure that I showed her. Her delicious lips were good—possibly even miraculous—but I knew the sweet untouched flesh between her legs would be even better. The good thing was that I didn’t have to rush it. If she was already trying to bargain for another night, I knew she was staying, even if nothing else happened between us before she was asleep in my arms.
“I think you need a refill.” She reached over and picked up my empty glass. “I wouldn’t mind a glass of wine if you have any left.”
“Yeah, there’s a few bottles in the kitchen. Help yourself.” I nodded and released my grip on her shoulder.
She went to the kitchen to explore and I fastened my jeans around my waist. She returned a few minutes later after I heard a cork being removed from a bottle of wine. I hoped she would hold onto the glass, because I really didn’t want to end up with another shard in my foot. She crawled back onto the couch next to me and sipped her wine while we stayed locked in our embrace. It felt really good, especially after what she had done. Our arms didn’t part until our glasses were empty and she went to refill them.
“Hey, can I use your computer?” She sat down in the chair without waiting for a response. “I don’t really want to go get my laptop right now and there were a couple of classes that hadn’t posted grades yet when I left.”
“You might not want to use that…” I raised my eyebrows as she hit the button on the monitor. “I’m sorry.”
I had never turned the computer off. The browser window I had tried to use before I gave up had my father’s filthy smut on full display. It didn’t seem like I could even open a new window without it automatically connecting to some sort of hardcore website. To make things worse, it was so slow that it took forever to even load one of the websites. The one that was open when she turned on the monitor featured dirty old men penetrating young women in every hole imaginable. It wasn’t even a believable age gap. Some of the men were older than my father. She stared at it for a moment and closed it, which showed the next window. It was even worse, showing women having their assholes drilled in every image.
“Wow, you watch a lot of porn.” She tried to close the whole browser, but it immediately reopened with an advertisement for seniors that loved cock.
“That’s actually not mine.” I sipped my whiskey and chuckled. “I think my dad discovered the Internet while I was gone and tried to visit every site imaginable. It’s got so many viruses I can’t even use it.”
“I might be able to help with that.” She tapped a few buttons. “I grew up with a brother who did the same thing. When my mother didn’t punish him after I complained about the porn on the family computer, it was open season.”
“I considered just setting that one on fire.” I put my glass down in front of me. “It might be a better option than trying to fix it.”
“I don’t know—let me mess with it for a few minutes.” She opened screens I had never seen before and stared at the screen.
She seemed engrossed in whatever she was working on, so I let her keep going. She swallowed and seemed uncomfortable a couple of times when bizarre porn popped up, but she seemed to be making progress. After several minutes, she was actually able to get a window to open without it immediately switching to porn. When she finished her glass of wine, I refilled it and put my hands on her shoulders, lightly massaging them. My thumbs pressed into tight, tense muscles, so I kept working on them while she tried to eradicate multiple viruses from the computer.