She couldn't believe she was standing here, in front of his door, again. The whole entire week seemed surreal to Christy Hammond. When she got back to the sorority house, thankfully her friends weren't there yet. It gave her time to clean up the smell of cum from her body and think of an excuse on why she had a red eye ("I accidently poked myself in the eye in the shower"), why she didn't have any pictures ("He wasn't in his room.") and why didn't she come back right away ("My mom called my cell phone and I couldn't get her off without being rude").
The answers did seem to satisfy her friends, yet she couldn't go through the various classes without wondering if people were staring at her or knew what went on. She didn't go out, she stayed in, claiming the need to study. She just didn't like the eyes on her and the idea that her reputation was broken. Terrell on the other hand acted in public like nothing went on. He had to have told someone, yet it didn't come to her. She was angry, and upset, and did not like to have the loss of control. Today she would go and take it back. She sighed to herself and looked at her clothes. It was simplistic, nothing revealing, except for the sandals on her feet, it was jeans and a university sweater. She stopped and took a couple of drinks for courage before showing up as she knocked on Terrell's door. She did hope he didn't answer but almost as soon as the 3rd knock came the door was open.
"Enter." He simply said and she did. He closed the door behind her and turned to face her. She reacted quickly.
SMACK!
Her arm swung out and she smacked him squarely in the face. She went to swing again and this time he caught it. She went to knee him between the legs but he blocked it.
"So you want to fight? You want to do things the hard way?"
"Let go of me."
"No, this is self defense now. You attacked me. Now you're going to get fucked for it."
She squeaked a bit, the squeak was a mixture of remembering the pain and the pleasure from last time.
"You've been drinking, that's bad. That's two times you've come to me with alcohol on your breath. The next time you will come to me without drinking. Do you understand that?"
"Why?"
"You will just do it." He tossed her on the bed and maneuvered his large computer chair in front of the door and sat down, "Now, have you gotten on the pill?" She nodded reluctantly.
"That won't matter now, it won't be in effect until the end of the month. Stand up, take your jeans and sweater off. Keep your underwear and bra , if you went commando that will fuck your world up more."
She did as she was told and was glad that she wasn't commando underneath. She pulled down her jeans to show her purple panties, and she pulled her sweater off to reveal a matching pushup bra. Why she was wearing good underwear she did not want to admit. Her red hair cascaded around her shoulders and back and covered her breasts.
"Get on your hands and knees, and crawl over here," he simply said. She could see that he was already starting to sport a big erection, but she knew it didn't come from a simple glance of her flesh. She didn't fight him and did what she was told.
"Now, tell me what you want."
"I want to leave."
"Wrong answer, what do you really want." Her eyes started getting puffy, she knew what he wanted her to say , and she didn't want to admit the same she felt.
"Please don't make me say it."
"You'll be screaming it at some point because you don't say it now. This is your last chance, and say it with my name."
She just shook her head. Screaming it later was more bearable, cause it seemed, appropriate. Now would be like saying it to a preacher in confession.
"Take my cock out then you fucking cocktease." She did as she was told. She unzipped his cargo pants and pulled out his cock. She looked at it more carefully this time as she started to stroke it. She felt it starting to fill up more in her hand and get longer and longer. She felt an echo of the fear that she felt the last time and hoped that it wouldn't fill up her brain. She decided to just throw herself into it. Without being prompted she took the head of the cock in her mouth. He didn't react as she licked and swirled at the head of the cock, getting it wet. She started to try to go down on it but it didn't fit and instead she gagged. Her other hand didn't fit around the base of the cock as she started jerk it as spit came out of her lips to try to give more lubrication to what she was doing.
He didn't move, he didn't say anything. He just looked at her. She closed her eyes so she didn't have to see the calculated look as her head started to bob on the top of his cock. She felt his hand on the back of her head and it started to press down. She tried to protest but she couldn't free his cock from her mouth. She took her hands and placed them on his thighs and tried to pull herself off, but his hand was firm enough to keep her down.
"You're going to have to relax your throat, lets see how far you can get this thing down it, maybe you might even make me cum."
