Chapter 7
"Are you sure you don't want me to take you home?" Rick asked. "It's getting late and this place can get rough after dark."
"No," Kay answered. "Just go along. I'll be home after awhile. I can always get a taxi."
"I don't want to get the folks pissed off at me," Rick complained.
"You had your fun for the evening," Kay said. "I promise you that I'll be all right. I just want to stay awhile."
"All right," Rick said. "If you're sure you know what you're doing." "I'm sure."
Kay watched Rick walk out of the door of the cafe. She didn't feel as brave as she had with him standing there. She knew she shouldn't stay behind. Rick was right about the cafe getting a little rough. There was a rougher crowd inside the cafe. Most of the younger kids had gone home for the evening.
But Kay was still pissed at her parents, and staying all by herself in a place like this was her way of getting back at them. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she felt careless this evening.
Kay didn't have to stay by herself long. She had walked back to the table where she had been sitting before and ordered a soft drink. She hadn't taken more than one sip before a big, red-haired man came over to sit across from her.
"Hey, baby," he said, "the name's Mike. Aren't you kind of young to be out this late?"
"I'm not that young," she answered.
"Sure, you are. You're sitting there drinking your sweet drink and trying to look adult."
"I am adult," she said.
"Then why not try something a little stronger?" he asked. "How about adding a little of my whiskey to that drink?"
The big man reached across the table and poured some whiskey into her cup before she could say anything. She had never touched whiskey before.
Perhaps now was the time to start. She picked up her cup and sipped it. She could feel the alcohol burning all the way down. She gagged, but that didn't stop her from taking another sip.
"That's pretty good, babe," he said. "Real damn good. Have you been drinking long?"
"Not long," she admitted.
"Have another."
She sipped again. She didn't care for the wild feeling it was giving her. She didn't want to drink the whiskey, but there was something about this muscular young man that made her obey. She had never really felt afraid of anyone before, but she felt afraid of Mike. He looked like a construction worker. The muscles rippled underneath his shirt every time he moved.
She knew it would be strange to fuck Mike. He was the kind of man she had always felt determined to avoid. She could handle other men without being humiliated. But she wasn't sure about Mike.
"Drink some more," Mike demanded.
"I'm not sure I want any more," she said.
"Sure, you do, baby," he said. "You hang around with the adults and you have to act like an adult. Now drink your whiskey."
"I know I don't want anymore," she said.
Mike reached across the table and grabbed her by her shoulder. He squeezed hard and she felt the pain shock her body. Nobody had ever done this to her. It made her think of Elaine and how her husband had treated her. Kay had never wanted to be treated that way. . "Drink, damn it!"
She drank again. She kept drinking until the cup was empty and she felt like she was floating on air. The fucking she had gotten earlier still made her pussy tingle slightly. She was hot for a cock, but she didn't think she wanted Mike's cock. There was something really scary about him.
"That's good," Mike said. "You finished it all off. Now let's go upstairs."
"Upstairs?"
"Sure. There's a nice, quiet place upstairs. We won't be disturbed. All your high school friends have gone home so nobody will ever have to know. Come on."
"I don't want to go upstairs," she said.
Mike simply wasn't going to take no for an answer. He grabbed her by the hand and practically jerked her out of her chair. He put his arms around her and held her against his massive chest. She could feel his arms squeezing her so tightly that she couldn't breathe.
"Now you just come along like a good girl," he said. "Don't give me any trouble. You understand?"
"Yes," she answered.
She knew it was happening to her now. She was being treated like Elaine. She was being treated like every other women who had ever been degraded by a man. She hated the feeling-but there was nothing she could do about it.
He took her upstairs. He kicked a door open and she found herself in a cozy little bedroom. He leaned her against the door as he went over and turned on the stereo. He stripped his shirt off and then his trousers. He was wearing only a pair of tight jock shorts as he walked over to her again.
"You're a beautiful little bitch," he told her. "I noticed you when you came in tonight. You sure know how to swing your ass so everybody will notice."
"I don't want to stay here," Kay whispered, almost sobbing.
He didn't answer. Instead he took her in his arms and crushed her against him again. This time, his fat mouth covered hers and she couldn't keep his tongue from cramming her mouth full. He ran his tongue in and out of her mouth and then he pushed her back against the wall.
"Big, hot tits," he said. "I noticed you leaving with that boy. Did you fuck him outside? I bed you did."
"No," she whined.
"You lying bitch!" he said angrily. He caught her by the throat and slammed her head back against the wall. "I don't want you fucking lying to me. You do as you're told."
"All right," she said.
"Did you fuck that boy?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?"
Kay shook her head and her eyes were filled with horror. She had heard about sucking cock. She knew that some of the girls in her school had done things like that because their boyfriends wanted them to do it. But she was sickened by the thought.
"Shit!" Mike said. "A virgin mouth. Well, your mouth won't be virgin after tonight."
"Please don't make me do that," she whispered in alarm.
His answer was to slam her head back against the wall again. He put both hands on top of her head and forced her down to her knees. He put both hands on the back of her head and pulled her face against his shorts.
She could smell the strong male odor and taste his wetness against her lips. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't have that. He pressed his cock-bulge against her face.
"Yeah, baby," he growled. "Kiss it and smell it. Get used to my cock, because I'm going to fuck your hot little mouth!"
Mike twisted a few curls of her thick black hair around his fingers. He jerked her head back so that she was looking up at him. She saw how cruel his features looked-and she knew he wasn't going to let her escape without sucking his cock.
"You know you want to do it, bitch," Mike said. "Every bitch wants to suck cock. Now I fucking want you to take my shorts off and start kissing my meat!"
She didn't want to do it, but she felt his hands pulling her head back even farther. And she knew he was capable of really hurting her. She had no choice. She slipped her hands up his thighs and then to the top of his shorts. She put her hands inside his shorts and carefully pulled them down.
Kay was careful not to look directly at his swollen cock as she gingerly pulled his shorts over it. She was afraid of his prick because she already knew it was even bigger than she was used to. She knew she would choke if she tried to get it into her mouth.
He stepped out of his shorts and pulled her face back against his crotch.
"Take a good look at it, bitch," he said. "Kiss it and smell it. You'll never find a cock you like better!"
She was almost overwhelmed by the strong odor of his cockmeat. He wouldn't her go and there was little she could do but keep her face pressed against his prick.
"Oh, shit, babe," Mike groaned. "Now lick it all over. Use your tongue all over my prick!"
She ran her tongue around the swollen crown and tasted jism for the first time in her life. She didn't jerk her head back because she knew he wouldn't allow it. Instead, she pressed her lips closer to his swollen knob and tasted more of his jism. She knew his cum was smearing on her lips.
"That's right, babe," he said. "Lick all around my crown!"
She started running her tongue around the sensitive edge of his cock for a few moments. She could actually feel his cock getting thicker and dripping more cum. She ran her wet tongue over the cockhead again and took his cum into her mouth.
His cum had a strong, salty taste, but she found that she could take the jism without getting sick. She didn't know if she could take much of it, though. His jism was pretty thick.
"Damn you!" he snapped. "Put your tongue to work. Get some life in your licking!"
She knew he wanted her to be more energetic and she started trying harder. She was afraid of this man and she didn't want him to hurt her. She had the feeling that he would be capable of hurting her badly if he thought she wasn't trying hard enough.
Kay began licking up and down his cock with a new hunger. She covered his cock with her saliva in just a few moments. She felt his hands moving down to cup her tits. He squeezed them hard through her top and it sent hot shivers through her.
"You like that, don't you, babe," he said.
"You love having your big tits played with!"
She didn't say anything because her mouth was so busy. She licked all the way down to his balls. She ran her tongue across his balls and felt him shudder. She knew she had found something he liked. She opened her mouth wider and took one of his balls into her mouth. She rolled his ball beneath her tongue and spit it back out. She took his other sac into her mouth. She felt his hands in her hair.
"Oh, shit yeah, babe," he said. "You're learning fast. You're learning so fucking fast!"
Her tongue moved underneath his balls to his ass. She licked at the crack of his ass and he started shuddering again. She had never dreamed she'd do anything like this, but she found herself licking at his small anus. His fingers tightened in her hair.
"Oh, shit yeah, bitch," he groaned. "You fucking know what you're fucking doing. But I want something else right now. I want to stretch out on the bed while you suck me off!"
Mike pushed her head away. He went over and stretched out on the bed and put his hands behind his head. He was looking Kay over with hungry eyes.
"Strip, babe," he commanded.
For a moment, she thought about running away. She could probably get out the door and safely away before he got off the bed. But she looked at the thick muscles in his shoulders and she somehow had the feeling that he would kill her if she ran away. The best thing was to do as he wanted.
"Hurry up, cunt," he snarled. "Strip your ass!"
She quickly pulled the sweater over head and then peeled out of her skirt and panties. She heard him whistle as he looked over her naked body. He made a motion for her to turn around and she did a slow turn for him.
"Beautiful," he said. "Fucking beautiful! Now come over here, bitch, and give me the best fucking blow-job anybody ever had!"
She was shivering as she went over to him. He spread his legs and she climbed up on the bed between them. She kneeled down over his thick, throbbing cock. She saw that he had been leaking even more cum, and she slowly licked him clean. She felt his hands in her hair again. This time, he pulled her hair back from her face so that he could watch her suck him.
"Do a job on me," he told her. "Suck it good!"
She started licking up and down his cock again. In a few seconds she had his prick cleaned of cum and covered with her saliva. She lifted her head up and looked down at his glistening cock. She had never seen anything that looked so big and scary to her. She didn't see how she was going to get it into her mouth.
"Take it in your fucking mouth," he said. "That's enough licking. Now take my prick in your fucking mouth and suck it!"
She groaned as she moved her lips back up to the swollen, throbbing head of his cock. She parted her lips slightly and took his thick cockhead into her mouth. She held it gingerly on her tongue and she felt his hand on the back of her head. He was pushing on the back of her head.
"In your mouth, bitch!" he demanded. "Take it in your fucking mouth all the way!"
She opened her mouth wider and slowly sucked his prick into her throat. She felt his cock slipping over her silky tongue and deep into her throat. She finally felt his prickhead at the deepest part of her throat. She could no longer taste his cock cream.
"Hot damn, bitch!" he moaned. "Oh, fuck, that's good. That's how fucking deep I wanted to be. It feels so fucking good inside your mouth. So fucking good!"
He grabbed the back of her head and started making her bob her head. She felt his wet cock moving back and forth along her hot tongue. She could feel him dripping jism into her mouth. She was forced to swallow his salty cum a couple of times and she didn't gag. She was still afraid of him, but she was getting used to sucking his cock.
"Open your mouth wider, babe," he said. "Really suck on it!"
She opened her mouth wider and swirled her tongue around his cockflesh.
She was starting to get strange sensations sucking his cock. She kept telling herself that she detested doing it-and yet there was something about it that was exciting her. She realized that she was trying to get his swollen prick deeper into her throat each time she sucked him.
"You hot-damn fucking bitch!" He grabbed the back of her head tightly and suddenly she didn't have to do anything. He started slamming his prick into her mouth. He was mouth-fucking her brutally. She could feel the thick cockhead getting deep into her throat, almost gagging her, but she was still feeling strangely excited.
"Take it, bitch!" he gasped. "Take it all. Take every inch of my fucking cock. I'm going to give you a hot mouthful of cum. I'm going to make you swallow it all!"
She became frightened again as she sucked his cock. She didn't want to feel his cock jism pouring into her throat. She was scared of that. But she knew he wasn't going to allow her to stop. He wouldn't let her stop now until she had swallowed his cum.
"I'm there, bitch. I'm fucking there! I'm going to give you a hot mouthful. A hot fucking mouthful of cum. Get ready for it, bitch! GET READY TO SWALLOW!"
He gripped her head tightly as he rammed his cock all the way into the back of her throat. She felt the hot explosion of his jism deep in her throat. She started swallowing quickly, but there was just so much of it. She gagged and then she let his thick jism slip out of her mouth and wet her cheeks. His cum was dripping to her tits, but she didn't stop swallowing. She kept sucking until he pulled his prick out of her mouth.
"Clean it off, bitch," he said gruffly.
She used her tongue to clean Mike's prick completely. She was growing accustomed to the strong, salty taste of his cum. She felt him reaching for her hair again. He used a handful of her thick dark hair to wipe himself dry.
"You're sweet, babe," he said. "Fucking sweet!"