Life was treating me so well. I got the job promotion I had hoped for, my mother was recovering wonderfully from her recent surgery, and I finished a diet challenge my friends set out for us. But most importantly though, I was going to be married to the love of my life, Ted, next month. Make this clear, life really was going so well. How regrettable that last week something had changed within me. Every time I think back to that moment I shiver in disgust. Such wretched memories, yet the more I tried to avoid it, the stronger it latched onto my mind. Maybe if I explained it a bit, it would help.
Friday evening. It was just a casual hangout with my girlfriends, we sat at a table and blabbed about anything while sipping on our fancy drinks. We were having a great time, especially when the restaurant was known for their velvet cakes, one of my favorite foods. While we were sharing funny work stories, someone approached our table and tried to strike up a conversation with me. He was a guy I thought seemed familiar but I couldn't put my finger on why. Now, I'm not particularly a standout appearance wise, though I'd say I fit someone's type. Maybe if they were into the chic ones. I do try my best to look elegant yet fierce, growing up, I've always admired strong-willed women who could still rock a cute dress. Although it was nice getting some attention, I didn't really care for anyone romantically other than Ted. After chatting a bit, he mentioned that he was surprised I didn't recognize him. I asked him who he was and he revealed that he was Miles, an old high school bully. Great. Now I really did not want to talk anymore. But he persisted, asking us if we wanted to see a video of his new puppy he had adopted from the shelter. My friends happily agreed while I looked down at my drink. I can't blame them for not knowing my past experiences with Miles.
Miles pulled his phone out of his jean pocket and swiped on the screen a few times. He then motioned us to take a look so my friends and I did, though I was more reluctant to do so. Bright images flashed on and off and colors swirled around, the moment we gazed into his phone, we couldn't look away. The visuals began blurring into one another and the world around me felt like it was fading. It was like a wave of numbness had washed over my entire body, easing each muscle until they were fully relaxed. My mind was blank as words I recognized but couldn't comprehend whirled inside my ears. I had no idea how long I was in that zombie like state but eventually he took the screen away from our sight. As soon as he did, I slowly started taking in my surroundings again and it appeared as if my friends were doing the same. Though, even after I was fully brought back to reality, I could still feel that emptiness inside my head, like it was waiting to be filled with something.
It wasn't long after he put his phone away that Miles called for me to follow him into the restaurant's restroom. Before my conscious could come up with a response, my body instinctively got up from my seat and started following him to the back of the place. Thinking back on that moment, I knew that deep down I didn't want to, but somehow it just felt right to do what he had told me. I entered the men's bathroom right after him, my friends kept talking about as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Miles postured his back against one of the sinks and unzipped his pants, sliding down his boxers to reveal a partially erect cock. He then beckoned me with a finger and crassly told me to suck him off. Hearing those words from anyone other than my boyfriend should've made me feel disgusted and angry, but instead I felt emptiness. My legs began moving on its own, taking me closer to him and kneeled me down in front of his sin. My lips spread apart, awaiting the feeling of something foreign entering my mouth, one that would graze past my tongue and into my throat.
I wanted to wring his neck with my hands but I could not take them off of his waist, no matter how hard I tried. I was so desperate for something, anything, I wanted to get out, wanted to run. He grabbed my hair and forced himself deeper into my mouth. My lips smacked against his pubic bone every time he bucked his hips. I gagged reflexively whenever I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. A mixture of saliva and precum dripped out of my mouth between each thrust. I could do nothing but take his urgent lust he had for me. My throat was constricting from the violent motions but it just made him want to fuck my mouth more. The faster he went, the harder it was to concentrate on what was happening. I kept thinking to myself that this was a dream but then,
"Tell me if you feel this."
That's what I remembered Miles saying before,
"
Good girl.
"
Upon hearing those two words, my body shook with such ecstasy like if electricity had surged throughout and stimulated every nerve ending I had. I felt my thighs clench, struggling to try to contain the rapid, unrelenting contractions inside my cunt. Intense, explosive, orgasmic energy, my eyes rolled back as the neurons in my brain fired pulse after pulse of blinding pleasure. Moans escaped from my mouth in between each thrust of his cock. My head, no longer having any energy to hold upright, jerked back and forth like a doll as he continued fucking himself deeper into my throat. Rough, in and out, in and out, between my lips. My hands had loosened its grip on his waist due to the slickness created from the excess sweat dripping off of our skin. I glanced up and saw him looking at me, he had this boastful look like he had just conquered me. I hated that look. His thrusting started becoming quicker and more irregular, soon enough I felt his cock twitch as it pushed past my tongue. I knew then that he was about to finish. Without hesitation, he held my head down hard and again my lips smushed onto his base, but this time I could feel ropes of his hot cum splatter against my tongue, coating the insides of my mouth and flooding the rest of it down my raw throat. The amount was so overwhelming that it seemed impossible to swallow all of it, but I had no other choice as he held my head down for the entire duration of his spasms. All the while he was grunting like an animal, I could feel his legs were quivering beneath my fingers. My body by now was desperately gasping for oxygen, the viscous fluid had blocked my airways and I had to gulp several times before I could breathe. Eventually everything began to slowly subsided, and there I was, kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, panties soaked and a mouth stained white with impurity.
That was a week ago. Even when I had gone back to the table with my friends after I was violated, I carried on like ordinary. It was only in the morning after that event, after I had slept, that I realized how wrong the entirety of it was. Unfortunately, I still remember everything I had felt, and even though I hated knowing I was used like that, the pleasure I had never went away. I know I should tell someone what happened but I just don't know who. I was too scared to tell Ted because how would I be able to prove to him that Miles somehow controlled me to do those things without actually forcing me. Maybe I should go to the police and talk to them, maybe they could help me. Nevertheless, I keep thinking back to the event, the phone, the images, the bathroom, the smell, the taste. How come I couldn't stop myself? How come I couldn't do what I wanted to do? What actually happened to me, I don't know. I guess it did feel good though. Wait, what am I even saying? I hated Miles, I hate how even now he hasn't changed a bit. He's still the same sleazy, cocky, idiot from high school. He made my life a living hell back then. He and his similarly stupid friends would pick on me after school, just because I didn't act like a prim proper girl. He doesn't have a job, he doesn't have an education, he doesn't have a future. Why of all people, it has to be him that comes back to torment me? I thought I moved on from all of that stuff. I was living a new life, a happy one at that, with Ted.
As I was thinking about my next move, I hear a ringing sound at the front door. I wondered who that could be, Ted doesn't come home from work until 5p.m. and I just finished eating dinner. Maybe one of my girlfriends was coming to check up on me. I walked to the door and opened it and there stood the one person I did not want to see at this moment. Miles.
"Hey cutie, how are you?"
I tried slamming the door shut, but he stuck his foot out, blocking me from closing it any further.
"C'mon now, don't be so hasty, I came here to talk to you."
"Go away." I spoke from behind the gap.
"I never realized you moved all the way out here, I didn't believe your friends when they told me, hah."
I know for a fact my friends wouldn't tell him where I lived, he had to have controlled them just like he had done to me. I remained there behind the door, pressing the door against his foot, making sure to not let him come any further.
"Are you sure you don't want to have a little chat?" He seemed to chuckle.
"Go away." I repeated, unwavering.
"Alright, fine, I will leave you alone then." He sounded slightly disappointed,
"I guess I can't make you
