My eyes lock on yours as you come towards me, towering over me. I step backwards, intimidated, but find myself backed into a wall. Your arms come up above my shoulders, leaning against the wall, trapping me, your eyes still keeping me ensnared.
My stomach flutters and I gasp as you press your body against mine. Your eyes stare intensely at mine, and you take one hand off the wall to lift my chin as you lean down and roughly press your mouth to mine. Overwhelmed, I struggle slightly, but your body holds me in place and your cock stirs in your jeans, pressed against my belly. A whimper of fear and arousal escapes my lips as your tongue forces its way into my mouth and dances with mine. Your hand slides up the back up my neck and into my hair and grips firmly as you pull me against you even tighter. Your cock is fully hard now, and I can feel it pulsing, thick and full of desire.
Finally, your need grows too great and you pull away. Your eyes still intense as ever, you tug my hair down, guiding my head down your body, forcing me onto my knees. My hands rest on your thighs, half pushing you away, half gripping them in desire. I attempt to look away from you, but your grip on my hair tightens, not allowing it. You guide my head towards your crotch. I turn away, but you hold me still. With your free hand, you unbutton your jeans, pulling them down slightly. Your cock, finally free, springs forth and presses against my cheek.
"Suck it," you growl. I shake my head no in response. "This isn't up for debate. Suck my cock, slut."
My body flushes with desire at the word slut. I'm not a slut, I want to reply. I'm a good girl. My eyes look up at you, pleading, but your steady gaze informs me that one way or another, I'm going to suck your cock, and I'm not going to like it if I don't willingly accede.
My tongue darts out and licks my lips. I open my mouth slightly and your hand tugs me towards your cockhead. You groan as my lips wrap around it, sucking softly. I slowly inch more and more into my mouth, my lips stretching to take your thickness. My head bobs up and down slightly as I suck, my tongue gently stroking the underside of your cock. My hands grip your hips as I attempt to take as much of you as I can into my mouth. Eventually, you hit the back of my throat. I gag slightly, but look up at you, and know that one way or another, your cock is going to go down my throat. As your cock begins to enter my throat, your second hand comes down and you run it into my hair.
"Oh, fuck. Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you, whore? You want this." I try to say no, that I don't, but all that comes out is a moan around your cock. I start sliding your cock in and out of my mouth faster and faster, sucking while your cockhead glides into the back of my throat. Maybe, I think, if I make you come, that will be that. But you seem to sense my plan as you groan and pull your cock out of my mouth.
"Sorry, pet. It's not going to be that easy." You push me back, onto the floor, as you kiss me again, your tongue sliding into my mouth. I wonder if you care about tasting yourself on me, but that is soon lost as I feel your thigh part my legs, pressing against my bare pussy. Ashamed of not wearing any panties under my skirt, I pray you don't realize how wet I am.
"Enjoying yourself, are you?" You say, and when I try to deny it, your lips press against mine roughly. "No lying, slut." Your fingers find their way to my clit, and you pull back the hood and stroke it gently. I squirm underneath you, and you grin. Then a finger slides into my channel, and then a second, barely able to fit. You curve them upwards and pull them out almost all the way, then thrust them back in, rubbing against my gspot over and over again. My back arches, and you roughly pull up my tank top with your other hand, expertly undoing my bra and practically throwing it and my tank top off, before tearing off your own shirt. Your finger fucking assault continues, and my breasts now press against your bare chest as I arch my back in pleasure. Just as I am about to come, you pull your fingers out, and I quake underneath you, whimpering from my frustration and emptiness.