Wouldnt It Be Fun Ch 02

I wake up groggily to a putrid smell. It's like sweat mixed with heavy deodorant and... chlorine??? I'm not really sure about that last one. Whatever it is, I get up to leave its foul scent behind.

And drop to the floor immediately, hitting the carpet with a soft thump and face planting into my bag. My legs are really weak for some reason. Hold on, why is my bag not in my wardrobe?

Better question: why am I so cold? I look down to see that I'm dressed as a cheerleader, even though it's Saturday. Plus, a matching thong.

I don't think that's mine.

Actually, it's not just the underwear, the whole room is unfamiliar. I look around before landing my eyes on an almost naked man lying in bed. My eyes go wide when I recognise who he is.

I whip out my phone and immediately call Emma.

"Ugh... it's so early..."

"Emma!" I hiss. "I'm in the library asshole's house! I think he's figured out my trigger!"

"...huh?"

"Please come get me," I whisper. I'm angry at Emma for all the stuff she's pulled on me but I trust her not to ditch me at some creep's house.

"..."

"...Emma?"

"Wow, you've forgotten our entire conversation."

"...what?"

"Never mind. Have you fucked him yet?"

"Wait, what? Why would you think..."

A dark thought enters my mind. No.

No, she wouldn't have.

"Emma, did you--"

"Wouldn't it be fun to just answer my question?"

I want to change the subject but I weirdly have the urge to peek in the guy's trash bin. Sure enough, I find a used condom inside. The origin of the 'chlorine' smell.

"I think so. I don't really remember but it looks like I did."

"Fantastic. That's the longest you've been in a trance. Meaning that you don't wake up unless you fall asleep or finish following the commands. Or I tell you to."

"Does that mean you--"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

Suddenly, I don't know why I'm on the verge of tears. I think (?) that I should be upset at something but I was told not to worry so I don't.

"Next up, can I do it over the phone? Can I give you multiple tasks to follow? And how much can I change about you?"

One second, I'm pulling out my phone and the next,

FLASH!

Something's stuck in my mouth. The moment I take it out, I get sprayed in the face.

"Thanks, babe," a man groans. "Hell of a way to wake me up, though."

I look up and spot Motorcycle Breath grinning at me. What on earth is he talking about?

I then look down and nearly scream. It's... it's his dick. I'm holding his dick. With both hands. My lipstick is all over it. Then the stuff on my face is...

I bolt off the bed and grab a tissue to wipe myself down and hide my shame. I can't believe I just gave this rando a blowjob. AND let him give me a facial!

"Oh, those tissues aren't that good. It's fine though, it'll wash off with a shower. You should take one, by the way, you kinda reek."

I turn around slowly, seething in rage. HE'S calling ME smelly? And after I just blew him too! Who does he think he is???

I open my mouth to spit bile at him--

GLCK!

My mouth's stuffed again but, this time, something's slamming into it and, very soon, pouring hot liquid in.

My right hand is inside something fleshy, my hair is clutched in a ponytail and I hear running water in the background but I don't know why any of this is happening because my vision is blocked. I have to wait until the thing in front of me recoils slowly and... are those pubic hairs tickling my nose?

SLAM!

My vision is blocked again and more stuff is pouring into my throat. I try not to swallow but whatever's lodged in is really far down so I have no choice but to taste the sticky stuff as it lines my insides.

It feels like forever before I can finally breathe again and I use the seconds where I'm gasping for air to take stock of my surroundings.

I'm in a bathroom, on the floor of a shower. That shower is currently on and streaming water onto my naked body. Something's right in front of me.

I look up and freeze. It's not something, it's someone. More specifically, Motorcycle Breath. Who's looking as giddy as a toddler with candy.

It's not hard to guess why. I look down and see his dick hanging in the cold air, looking very spent. With my spit dangling off it.

"Are you not going to finish yourself off? Or was my cum that much of a treat?"

I'm a little lost as to what he means but he points downwards and I follow his finger. My right index and middle finger are stuffed inside my vagina, with my thumb resting on my very sore clit.

I... I was fingering myself. While he was fucking my face.

And I

swallowed

.

Ewww!

Of all the people! This is who I've had my first shower sex with? He's so scruffy I could have fished him out of the dumpster!

Oh god, did he even force me into this? Or did I happily jump in with him and get on my knees? I'm trying to imagine the first one but somehow, I don't doubt the second.

Okay, that's it. I'm leaving this instant. I don't care if I have to walk home myself, I'm not staying another--

MMPH!

I latch off in fear but thankfully, it's not his cock this time. Just his mouth. Disgusting but far less disgusting than sucking him off. Again.

We're in his room again. He's sitting in his desk chair and I'm straddling his lap facing him. He's in a new set of fresh clothes and so am I apparently. I'm wearing the thong again but also a hoodie that I don't recognise. It's pretty clean but it isn't mine.

Ugh, it's his, isn't it?

"Babe, is everything all right?" he asks.

I scowl ('Babe'? Does he think we're dating or something?), but I say that I'm all right and, reluctantly, go back to kissing him. Like it or not, someone's putting me in a trance, and I'm betting most of my cards it's this guy. Emma could be doing it but where from? Last I checked, she wasn't in the shower with us.

So it has to be him, and my only way out is to pretend that I'm still under and then slip away when I have the chance.

Unfortunately, he's really into me and really into this because I can feel a small part of him growing underneath me. Seriously? He just ejaculated, how horny is he? I look up to check the time and am quickly horrified to see the sun setting.

It was morning five minutes ago, what the hell happened? Wait, have I spent the entire day at his place?

"Um, babe--"

"Mm-mm, shut up," I mumble into his lips. I know what he's going to say. His pitching tent tells me he wants to do more than just kissing but he's gotten enough from me already and I'm too exhausted to pretend to enjoy having sex with him.

He's very much not though, as he grabs a handful of my ass and starts kneading it. I try to wriggle out but he just holds on harder, and when I sit up, he spanks me, landing me back in his hands. With annoyance, I ignore it and forge on ahead.

He's at half mast now. He's poking my little starfish and it's a little too close for comfort so I shove his hands off me and grind on him. He's grinning from ear to ear at my brazen display of affection, leaving me more red than I'd like. I turn away from him, which he uses to start kissing my neck.

Thankfully he's pretty good at it so I give him a little reward and push myself down further, rubbing my wet slit along his full length and back. It won't bring him to orgasm but it'll keep him on edge and drive him nuts. A neat trick that I've learnt over my college years.

Unfortunately, it also rubs my clit too, every movement sending little shivers down my spine. What also isn't helping is how viciously he's going at my neck. I'm too close, too early. I wanted to keep this up a little longer but I'm too much of a needy slut.

I pull his trousers down and he kicks them off onto the floor. I immediately move to position myself above him but he stops me just before I can sit down.

"Thanks, every girl

loves

having to wait!" I snarl.

"Safety first," he shoots back while opening his drawer.

It feels like forever before he gets his stupid condom on. I think he's rolling it slowly on purpose. The only way I keep myself sane is by nuzzling his neck.

I can't wait any longer. As soon as it's fully on, I plunge myself onto my boyfriend's magnificent cock. God, it's just as good as last time. It leaves me panting like a dog and I don't care if he sees me as one. On the contrary, I think he's enjoying it, which makes it all the more annoying that he's not manhandling me like the fucktoy I am. It takes lifting up my hoodie for him to take the hint and start licking my nipples.

When he bites down, I squeal like a pig and reach my first orgasm. And then my second and my third. I'm not sure after that, I stopped counting. All I know is he's finally getting rough with me. My nipples are twisted, my ass is slapped red, my neck is being teethed. No, wait, that last one isn't good enough. I ask him to bite down harder and he complies, marking me as his.

He's close now so I shove him back and start wringing him dry. He watches my bouncing boobs and, at the last second, yanks on them both, making me violently squirt at the same time he cums. I can feel the condom swelling as I fall onto his shoulders.

I sit there for a while, letting him suckle on my breasts as I slowly recover. I want to sit there forever, basking in his smell, but I have a duty as his girlfriend so I eventually make my way down onto the floor. From there, I remove the condom and move to throw it in the bin.

That's when he grabs my wrist. "Drink it."

I sigh (he's so lucky that I love him) and hold it up to my mouth. Never the underachiever, he always makes such thick loads and fills condoms to the brim. I have my work cut out for me.

I squeeze out his cum onto my tongue and gargle it for a bit. I can tell he enjoys it as I swish it around my teeth and coat every gum before gulping it down in one go and presenting my empty mouth to him. It must remind him of how I presented it in the shower before he shoved his cock in because he looks very pleased with me.

"Good girl," he says, sending a shiver down my back.

Now I move on to the main course. His dick is all dirty with his juices and mine so it needs to be cleaned. Good thing I'm here. I start with his balls and lick them both one at a time. Once they're lathered in my spit, I take his full length into my mouth so that my tongue can give it a good lashing. Huh, his cum's a bit watery. Guess I've taken too many of his loads today. Whoops.

Okay, that's enough slurping, he's clean now. I remove myself with a satisfying pop and, 'cause I'm in the mood, kiss the tip to tease him. If I'm lucky, he'll be raring to go again soon and we can try doggystyle. Before that, though, I should probably clean my mouth out. Can't shove my tongue down his throat if it tastes like semen now, can I?

I get up, readjust my underwear and give him a good view of my ass, making him give it a hard slap as I walk past. I yelp and land my foot on something hard.

It's my phone. Crap, I must have left it on the floor when I decided to give him his usual morning blowjob.

I bend over to pick it up, and he spanks me again, making me drop it in my bag. I look back and pout, even though we both know I like it. My pout turns to confusion as he hands me his phone.

"Give me your number, you forgot last time."

That's weird, why doesn't my boyfriend have my phone number? I swear he gave me his. Oh, whatever, I'll just put it in now.

As soon as I'm done, I hand it back, drop the condom in the bin and head to the bathroom. I turn on the sink and drink as much water as I can.

In the midst of washing my tongue, my trance ends and I'm left reeling at what I've just done.

I was just going to kiss him a bit and then slowly make my way off him. So why did I have sex with him???

Oh god, I even begged him to mark me, I've got hickeys all over my neck. Those will last days. Can I even cover them up with blush?

You know what, forget distractions. Clearly, he's better at triggers than I thought. This time, I'll just straight up leave while I'm still wide awake.

I head back, grab my bag and go down the stairs. He's on his phone now so maybe he won't--

"Daisy, wait."

Great.

"You forgot your clothes. Hold on."

Hmm? What clothes?

"Here you are, let's go."

He hands me my cheerleader outfit. Right. I forgot about that. Actually, I should probably wear my skirt-- Did he say "let's go"?

"Go where?"

"Duh, I'm dropping you off. I've got a bike, remember?"