8B: SOUL SUCKING MOUTH OF YOURS

APRIL

“Go ahead, suck my dick.”

My eyes bulged out in horror at his command and I instinctively looked around to make sure I wasn’t wrong about our location. Or had he forgotten where we were before making such an absurd demand? Maybe he needed some reminding to set his head straight.

“You do realize that we’re still on campus property and we could get expelled if caught, right?” I pointed out.

I expected a sense of urgency to dawn on him and reflect in his expression, but nothing of the sort happened.

“Show me what’s so special about that mouth of yours that Xander keeps going on and on about,” he instructed, clearly unbothered by the risk he was asking me to take.

Oddly, the risky part was slowly become less and less of a concern to me.

Now, I was strangely excited by his words and what they implied. Simply knowing that they’d talked about the blow job Xander had forcefully made me give him sent a thrill straight to my pussy in seconds.

I couldn’t help but wonder what exact words he’d used to describe it and how his friends had reacted. It must’ve been really explicit and enticing for Nick to drag me out here and demand for one of his own.

That should’ve irked me in every way known to man, but it only aroused me immensely.

“I don’t have all day,” he gestured to his crotch crudely, “get to it, now.”

Again, I heard his words from before echo in my head and I knew it was in my best interest to oblige as soon as possible if I didn’t want my life to be burnt to shambles. I slowly pulled my head back and leaned towards him and he unzipped his pants, letting his slightly erect monstrous cock spring free.

I gulped, unsure if I’d be able to fit it all down my throat.

He shot me a glare and I quickly got to work, wrapping my fingers around his length and pumping up and down while it hardened more and more with every stroke. Once it was rock hard, I wrapped my lips around him and swallowed as much of him as I could.

By the time I’d taken in half of his length, my mouth was so full that I didn’t know how I could possibly continue.

That did nothing to tone down the tension building in my core as my wetness dripped into my panties. I found the challenge exhilarating more than anything else, my tongue working its way around his throbbing shaft and tip in a bid to slobber it up so it could slid in better.

“Take all of it, President, I’ve heard you’re got at chugging dicks so fucking show me,” Nick demanded.

I half expected him to grab my head and fuck my mouth out of impatience like Xander had done, but he didn’t, he just waited for me to comply. And it only took the rush I got from being reminded that he had his friends discussed me sexually to send me forcing the rest of his humongous dick down my throat.

My poor throat ached in the best way possible when I felt the base of his length touch my lips and his tip hit the back of my throat.

“There you go, just like the fucking whore I know you to be,” he said in a mocking tone but it did nothing to fade out the excitement bubbling in my chest and core.

The pain should’ve made my arousal cease, but it only made me itch with a desperate need for more of it. I was both excited by the thrill of sucking his dick in a place where anyone could walk by and catch us alongside the aches that rolled through me each time I moved and his dick hit the back of my throat again.

“I can smell your arousal, you pretentious slut. You act like you’re beyond this, but you clearly belong on your knees, blowing and licking like your life depends on it,” I looked through my lashes to find a darkness in his eyes that nearly consumed me where I knelt.

I had a thing for men with a darkness like that, they were the types to wreck your from the inside out with unimaginable pleasure.

“Faster,” he demanded.

Immediately, I obliged. Bobbing my head up and down and fast as I could while trying to take in every inch of him with each stroke despite how the impact caused my eyes to sting with tears and my mouth to get so numb that I couldn’t control the sloppy spit that was gathering all over his length and dripping down my jaw by the second.

His groans were nearly impossible to hear but each time I picked up on them, my pussy became a fucking waterfall.

“Look how messed up you’ve made my cock, you were made for this,” he teased, his length pulsing in my mouth wickedly.

My panties were sticking to my pulsing clit already, and with every growl that left his lips, I was dying to reach between my legs and pinch it to release some of the crazy tension budding there and threatening to drive me insane.

Despite that, I picked up my pace, reaching for his balls and massaging it at a calculative pace while his growls heightened, proving that he was nearing an orgasm.

Seconds later, he grabbed my head and pushed his dick down my mouth with one merciless slam that made me think his intention was to break my jaw and then I felt his hot cum spurt into my mouth.

Once he was done, he pulled out slowly and I instinctively licked every drop of cum and swallowed. He looked me on my knees, pulling his pants back up before speaking the words that later forced me to touch myself in the shower later that day.

“Well, I can confirm that Xander didn’t lie about that soul sucking mouth of yours.”