Chapter 15
In order to get Johnny Q. to go along with her idea of stealing the answers to the final exams, Ivy had to put out. She had to suck off two new members of the Devil's Helpers, Roy and Peter. When she had finished with these boys she was still worked up. She needed Johnny's masterful cock. On her knees in front of Johnny, she gazed up with longing into his piercing, knowing eyes.
"Take it out with your mouth," Johnny told her.
Like a well-trained puppy, Ivy pulled down his zipper with her teeth.
"Smart girl," Johnny said.
Nervously, Ivy smiled up at him. She let her tongue search in the rebel's fly until she found the slit in his underwear. Her tongue felt curly hair, it touched his swollen sex muscle. She became like jelly, her breathing became more rapid, more uneven. Her need for cock was overwhelming. She battled with his clothes until she finally brought his cock out through both flies.
"Very good, teach," the cruel teenager said.
The huge cock before her eyes made her weak with want. At that moment she would have done or said anything to get a taste of the prick. She made an effort to slip her lips around the thick head of his cock, but Johnny stopped her.
"Uh-uh, teach," he said, taking her head in his hands and tilting her face upward.
Perplexed, Ivy stared up into his blazing eyes.
He told Ivy to go across the room and crawl on her belly back to him and he might give her a reward.
He never gets enough, she told herself. He was always seeking to degrade her. He always liked to play master and slave with her.
Halfheartedly, Ivy crawled on all fours across the room. She turned and faced him. He had his cock in his fist and he was shaking it at her. "Come and get it, teach," he said with a haughty laugh. A small part of her brain wanted to end this charade immediately, but another part of her wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted to knock this cocky hoodlum off his high horse, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was under his domination, yet she needed his cock. His may have not been the only cock in the world, but it was the only one she wanted right now. She knew that if one turned all men upside down they were all the same. Johnny wasn't special. She didn't really need his brand of humiliation. Yet something drove her to begin her crawl.
With tears of shame leaking from the corners of her eyes, with total resignation written on her face, she put her belly to the floor. Slithering like a snake, she crawled toward him and his cock. When she neared him he stuck his boot in her face. "Kiss it," he told her.
Consumed by her need for cock, she pressed her lips to the shiny black leather. And when he offered her his other boot she kissed it, too. Then he pulled her to her knees. Giggling like a madman, he thrust his cock at her mouth. She parted her lips and let the thick tube slide over her tongue. Now she was happy, she'd gotten the desired object, she accepted it lovingly into her mouth. He tasted unclean, yet she didn't care. She could hear him laughing haughtily above her. She knew that the boys despised her, still she didn't care. Her goal was to suck cock and nothing else mattered. She didn't give a damn because she had lost their respect. What did it matter? Prostitutes don't worry about self-esteem, she thought, and they make out all right.
Johnny was now fucking his cock back and forth in Ivy's mouth while she knelt pensively before him and allowed him to defile her. Yet, she didn't feel defiled in the classical sense. Her groveling was part of her foreplay, it was necessary for her response. Even now her pussy was leaking profusely and he hadn't even touched her.
She wanted Johnny to be naked. She wanted to be able to fondle his balls and his ass. But Johnny had the other two boys stand at either side of Ivy's body. He then ordered Ivy to jerk each boy off.
As the two boys were on the verge of coming, Ivy could feel them trembling through their cocks. It was a different story with Johnny ... he could hold out forever. He never gave in to a woman, the woman gave in to him.
Shortly, Ivy felt her torso being pelted with globs of warm semen-the two boys had gone off at approximately the same time-and with a deep thrust to the back of her mouth, Johnny's prick erupted, filling her mouth with sperm.
The filthy aspects of this whole scene helped to arouse Ivy. Electric thrills coursed through her body as she quaked through a cunt-clenching orgasm. Her degradation was a small price to pay for Johnny's help.