This story is pure fiction. This story Is for adults only.
Do not read this story if under eighteen years of age, or live somewhere where adult material is illegal. All Characters are eighteen years of age or older.
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It was not strange for Nina to shower this late, for Nina was a night owl. Putting on a little makeup at this time was. It was silly, but at the same time, it was necessary. She finished her make up sprayed on some perfume.
Nina took a seat by the window of her living room. It was a first-floor apartment the living room faced the narrow street outside on two sides. Nina was 19 years old; this was the only home she ever knew.
This neighborhood was the early part of the city. The tiny winding streets Smothered by the buildings that populated them.
Nina had drawn the shade but was sure to leave a lamp on close to the window. She wanted it illuminated so her Night visitor would know she was both awake and available. Sitting there, Nina thought about how far She had come in the last year. Nina now had a new, better set of friends than the previous one.
Nina was the latest and only female member of Johnnie's click of friends. A significant improvement from the group of users she uses to hang around.
As she sat there and waited for her planned/unplanned visitor, she thought back to last year and how different things were. Last year at this time, Nina remembered it in such detail. The reminiscences were such that she fell into a dreamlike state. She seemed to travel back in time. It was this time last year, and Rick was in her mouth.
Nina's eyes had watered, and her nose ran. All minor side effects that were due to the girth of Rick's cock, propelling her pharynx to its limits. Her face would flush, and she would begin to sweat with exertion. The more vigorous pace of the interlude, the higher those side effects were. Had Nina not been so adept at fellatio, she may have choked.
Rick did not know it yet, but This was the last time Nina would give him a blow job.
"I am done with this." Nina thought to herself.
She had sucked Rick (and his friends) several times before.
Nina felt that Sucking Rick off was more like having your throat fucked than giving head. The intrigue and mystique of having a hot hard piece of meat in her mouth got old quickly.
Rick was always ruff with her. Rick would grab a big handful of her curly raven black mane and push her head down to his crotch, transfixing her mouth with his beefy tool. Nina handled it with ease. By then, She prided her self on her ability in the art of oral pleasure.
In those few months, Nina had indeed become a master of fellatio.
Nina's oral skills were sloppy and uneven at first, but the more she sucked the cocks of the boys in Rick's gang. The better her skills became. Through trial and error plus articles she read in magazines like "Cosmo." Nina had learned all "the techniques and tricks, Men loved."
She had pride in that fact.
Nina loved the attention it brought her. All at once, the boys in Rick's gang needed her. It had all started as a way to get the guys to let her hang out.
Nina felt she was an outcast, her lack of self-esteem galvanized that. Because of her sheltered childhood, Nina was somewhat unpopular. Nina's outcast status had to do with her free-spirited ways and the narrow small-town mentality of where she lived.
She was not like the other girls in town, Nina was a colorful polka dot and paisley tie in a draw of grey socks.
As a young adult, Nina decided not to be alone anymore. She would do whatever it took to escape solitude.
Nina's low self-esteem amplified things to her.
She still lived in the street level apartment where she grew up. Now at nineteen years old, Her Mother always out of town on business. The only parental figure around at times was her ancient grandmother, who lived in the 3rd-floor apartment.
These circumstances amplified her loneliness. The loneliness added desperation and made her accept things she probably wouldn't have.
With a little more pride, stuff like being used by Rick and his gang wouldn't be acceptable. At one time, Nina thought that if she was kept around even as an object, at least she was around.
It was not until long after that she realized the other deeper reasons she did it. Sucking cock gave her control. The boys she sucked off were under her power the entire time that their cocks were in her mouth. She often felt helpless in the world that she had no say in anything. This new carnal activity gave her that power. The Boys went from teasing and mistreating her to begging and pleading for her attention.
Rick was a different cat; he was the dominant male in the group and felt he was doing Nina a favor by allowing her to engage in the sultry sessions. Rick's aggressive, rough style was a challenge she once was willing to accept.
As Nina felt Rick's grip on her hair tighten and his body tense, she knew it wouldn't be long before he finished. If there was one thing about oral Nina disliked it was, the end. She admittedly hated and was disgusted by semen. It was a visceral distaste. From the very first time that she saw it, she loathed it. from the gooey texture, the chlorine aroma, to the milky mother of white color, Nina thought it was "disgusting."
On the other hand, Rick insisted that Nina swallow his load, Every last drop of it. Then
"Suck the pipe clean."
At this point, the gamesmanship would begin.
As he approached climax, Rick would hold her head on him with his rod down Nina's throat. Nina would try to back off at the last second before Rick could shoot his first pulse of cum. With Rick, It would turn into a contest every time she serviced him. After grabbing a handful of hair, Rick would push her by the back of her head to his manhood. Rick knew she didn't like to swallow, but he thought so much of himself that he felt entitled to it.
On one occasion, Nina successfully escaped one of these force-feedings. A vengeful Rick, retaliated by pulling her head and masturbating himself, squirting his jizz on her face. The big warm squishy mess was all over her face spinning her into a disgusting frenzy.
Rick laughed at her and said.
"Maybe next time you'll finish your job and swallow it like you're sposed to!"
Nina didn't want a repeat of that either. She wanted her preferred resolution. Sometimes Nina would get away and quickly grab Rick by the stem of his prick and jack him off the rest of the way. Rick would be overtaken by the sensation that he would just melt back and give up the struggle.
To say she liked the roughness would be a bit of a lie, yet she was not traumatized to the point where she was unwilling to Blow Rick again and again. Nina was every bit a willing participant with full knowledge. It was ultimately up to her. This clique of guys may have been real jerks at times; however, they weren't rapists.
On a rare occasion, She would get a hard (all be it quick) fuck. Rick and the gang's preference was blown jobs leaving Nina's sexual appetite, hungry.
Rick was the leader, and he was the bad boy in town. Everyone in this group of friends was the same type of guy. They all had committed some minor offenses and liked to start the usual trouble. Rick surrounded himself with a mixed set of characters that, despite his ego and self-importance, was very loyal to his gang.
