Note from the author:
This story was submitted in the "non-consent/reluctance" category. If that's not what you're into, then this may not be the story for you.
All characters involved in sexual encounters are 18+.
The story is set in Australia, so Mum not Mom, Celsius not Fahrenheit, Christmas is in summer, and so on. That goes for spelling too: colour vs. color, realise vs. realize etc.
This is Chapter 4 in Anna's story. Some things might not make complete sense if you haven't read earlier chapters.
And finally, a massive thanks to everyone for your comments and great feedback - when writing is going slowly, it certainly helps me get back behind the keyboard when I see that others enjoy my stories! Sorry that it's taken so long between chapters!
======== Chapter 4 ========
Anna Wade knelt in her neighbour's office, completely naked, with the sharp, salty taste of cum thick in her mouth. His large, though now softening, cock was still nestled snugly inside her moist lips, momentarily forgotten by the young blonde. Her full round breasts were lined with dripping streaks of thick white semen that had escaped her mouth due to the sheer force of his explosion. Her velvety young pussy still quivered and pulsed of its own volition, desperately hungry for the orgasm that she had been denied. The ecstasy she had denied herself in a moment of stubbornly futile defiance.
The nineteen-year-old was burning with shame at having just sucked off her older neighbour. And she'd done so willingly, in a way, as part of her desperate plan to remove the main leverage he had over her. But that was barely the tip of the iceberg that represented her humiliation. What really burned her to her core was the knowledge that the ordeal had aroused her own desires so completely and utterly. That, and the knowledge that her asshole neighbour had witnessed her desperate need for her own orgasm. Her entire being felt like a burning furnace of pure humiliation. How could she have let him see her like that?!
Yet as hot as her soul-deep shame burnt her, she was equally ice cold and frozen with utter terror at Nigel's last words.
"I think it makes a lot more sense if I give you that tablet
after
we finish upstairs, don't you agree?"
he'd said.
Shit.
Shit!
Her plan had failed. No, not just failed. It had detonated in her face like a truckload of dynamite. Everything she'd done - the whole fucking humiliating and degrading facade - had been aimed at getting that goddam pill from this, this asshole,
without
letting him take her pussy again! And now... now he was going to fuck her anyway. The very thought sent her into a near panic: her 53-year-old neighbour was going to plough his massive cock inside her tight young pussy, and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing. And yet, what really froze her to her core was the undeniable knowledge that when he did, she would, despite her absolute best efforts, be overwhelmed by her own irresistible lust.
The humiliation of getting fucked by her older neighbour was a grain of rice next to the mountain that would be her shame of being brought to another incredible orgasm by his pounding cock. The shame stemmed from him knowing that she was trying, and failing, to fight the effects that his throbbing manhood would have on her young body. And, shockingly, frustratingly, that shame would drive her ecstasy even higher.
Why the
fuck
had she just disobeyed his order? It would have been so easy! And it would have felt so goddam good! She'd been so close to cumming herself, she'd been on the very brink of it when his cock had swollen in her mouth as his own orgasm has crashed free. She'd craved her own release so badly! And yet, in that moment of stubborn stupidity, she'd stopped herself, and in doing so, condemned herself to Nigel's torment. Again.
Fuck.
Anna jumped as something touched her chin, then realised that it was Nigel tipping her face with a single finger.
"Look at me," he said softly, and for a brief moment their eyes met and Anna saw a mix of smugness, anger and intrigue in his sharp gaze. It was only a brief moment, as it instantly became too much for the young blonde to bear, and she jerked away scowling angrily, causing the large cock to finally slip free of her mouth leaving behind a thin strand of saliva mixed with cum to hang from her delicate chin, unnoticed by the young woman.
Fucking
asshole
!
Sheer humiliation gripped Anna, and an irresistible need to get away, to escape, surged within her. Frantically she started to back away, but her neighbour had other ideas. In an instant his hand flashed out and roughly gripped a fistful of her silky blonde hair, jerking her head back roughly in the process and Anna cried out.
"Oowwww!!!"
Nigel chuckled; twisting her hair painfully and pulling it back further still so she was forced to look up at him as he leaned forwards intently.
"Oww-oww- please! Owww!" she whimpered, and she screwed her eyes shut as pain swallowed her world.
Her neighbour didn't soften his iron grip by a hair, and his voice was as cold as ice as he spoke. "I said, look at me!"
Reluctantly, Anna opened her eyes and forced herself to look up at the domineering man.
***
Nigel's heart was thumping in his chest as his mind swirled with a hurricane of thoughts and emotions. Deep satisfaction at emptying his balls into his young neighbour's throat once again and a sense of conquest at seeing her own undeniable arousal both cumulated to strong relief at having captured a near perfect scene on his hidden cameras, giving him further leverage over his prey. All that, and the absolutely exquisite performance that young Anna Wade had just delivered:
that
had really spun his head.
Yet, despite his resounding victory, a mix of anger and uncertainty gripped him. The initial irritation at his order being disobeyed had flared to rage when the young blonde had scrambled away at his touch. How
dare
she disobey him! But on top of that, he felt the confining pressure of uncertainty gripping his stomach.
Why
had she disobeyed him? He'd been so convinced that she'd caved in to her suppressed sexual desires, so convinced that he held compelling leverage over her that she couldn't resist even if she'd wanted to. Yet she'd frantically denied herself her own beautiful orgasm, despite his direct order
and
the undoubted fact that she had craved it. Why?
His instincts told him there was a reason, and that it should be obvious. Something tickled his mind, some small observation from earlier - a clue perhaps - but he couldn't grasp it. He needed to clear his head and think this through methodically, but his mind felt scrambled.
First thing first
, he told himself. Right now he needed to seize control of the situation again, before his neighbour's daughter freaked out and did something that they would both deeply regret. Once he had everything in hand, he could figure out what the little minx was playing at. That, and how he could crack through her walls once and for all.
He peered into the young woman's green eyes. Sharp and clear, they were the colour of fresh spring buds, yet right now they were glistening with moisture and wide with... what was it? Fear? Shame? For a moment he drank in the sight with a deep hungry need - her eyes still held a naive innocence that stirred something within him. No, focus. First he needed to put her back in her place; then he could unravel her.
