Unspoken Pleasure

Instead she added her hand, using her right hand to pump up and down on the spit slick shaft while she used her mouth to concentrate on the head of his cock. This got the reaction she was looking for, and after only 30 seconds he was groaning and moaning, obviously enjoying it. He kept quiet enough to keep Violet from freaking out, but only just. "That's a good cunt," he whispered. "You're a good little cocksucker aren't you. You're my good little cocksucker. Keep it up and... Ughhhh... he moaned, and then pressed her head down, forcing more of his cock into her mouth so she couldn't pull away as he started to cum.

The first spurt surprised her, and by the second she had to swallow if she didn't want the third to spill out of her lips or shoot out her nose, but by the fourth or the fifth her mouth was no longer in danger of overflowing, and she swallowed it like a good girl. Reflecting on the taste for the moment she decided that she neither loved nor hated it. The consistency was the worst part, but she wouldn't mind doing this again, especially if it was somewhere where no one could see her being a slut. She cleaned his now shrinking cock, easily sucking the whole thing into her mouth once it was soft, before tucking it away into his underwear, and sitting up. Once she could see the theater again, she was only slightly surprised to see that a crowd hadn't gathered, and that no one else was waiting for their turn with her. They'd risked being caught, but won the bet.

What did surprise her was that after he had zipped up his pants, James pulled her close and held her, almost romantically and then kissed her on the top of her head. "You see," he whispered, not taking his eyes off the movie screen, "When you're a good girl, you get treated like one." Violet thought that his definition of good could use a little refinement, but it did feel nice to be held like this. She hadn't been on an actual date in a long time, and even with his fucked up games, this had otherwise been a really nice night. She wished she could do it more often, but she immediately regretted that impulse; if she went on dates with James more often, then he would just find new and terrible things to do to her until he got bored of her. How much damage would he do her life before he found a new toy to play with? Violet let these thoughts circle in her head as she blankly watched the last twenty minutes of the movie, but reached no conclusions. As the credits started to roll they got up, and left the theater without comment. She'd liked her trip to the movies more than she thought, but she had no idea what she had just watched. If anyone had asked her to explain the plot, she doubted she would be able to make up anything that made much sense. On the walk back, they exchanged small talk, and Violet didn't notice that her date was taking her on a particularly circuitous route through the park. It wasn't until he shushed her and stepped into the bushes that she anything seemed amiss. She hesitated a moment, looking around to make sure no one was watching, and then went into the underbrush against her better judgment. If she'd learned one thing tonight, it was that doing what she was told was best when it came to James. She followed him through the shadow, ready for anything, but found him stopped at a tree, looking out past the bushes into a clearing beyond. Violet stopped next to him and looked where he looked. Even though she'd been ready for an ambush or a gang bang or god knows what, what she saw still surprised her a little bit. Behind the public restrooms for this side of the park, there were two people having sex. They were already locked for the night, and the park had been closed for hours, so what were they doing there? "How did you know they'd be here?" She whispered, but James merely shushed her and kept his eyes fixed on the couple.

The Woman was standing, legs shoulder width apart with a miniskirt bunched up around her waist while the man fucked her from behind. It was hard to know what to make of the scene. She looked slutty, and he looked like a man twice her age that had seen better days. Were they homeless, she wondered? Whoever they were to each other, he didn't last very long. After less than a minute of wheezing and grunting, he blew his load, pulled out, tossed the condom he'd been using and then walked away zipping up his pants.

So she was a prostitute then, Violet thought to herself. That was confirmed a moment later when another man walked out of the shadows across the clearing from where they were hiding, brandishing a couple bills. "Ready for another go," he asked as if already knew what the answer would be. She took the bills, handed him a condom, and then once it was on, she turned back around and put her hands on the wall unenthusiastically and steeled herself for another round. It was only after her second client started fucking her that Violet noticed other men, loitering the darkness nearby.noveldrama

It wasn't quite a line. It was more like an audience waiting for their turn. The sight disgusted her almost as much as it aroused her. On the one hand she felt for that poor woman having to resort to something like this to make ends meet, but on the other she wondered how it would feel to have a dozen men watching her getting fucked. Sucking James' cock in the theater must have messed up something in her head, because before tonight the idea never would have turned her on. That was when she felt James' hands on her. "Do you know what the only difference between her and you is, cunt?" He asked, groping her tits through the dress. He didn't wait for a response, instead growled, "The only difference between that cheap whore out there and the cheap whore in front of me is that anyone can use her if they've got a few bucks, but only I get to decide who uses you."

"I'm not a whore," Violet said, louder than she meant to. She would never be like that woman, she thought to herself, even as part of her already knew that she was.

"Wrong answer cunt," James growled, flipping the switch back on, on the vibrator hiding deep inside her, as he tightened the grip on her other tit with his remaining hand. "Fight all you want, but you can't fight me and your body. It knows what it wants even if you don't." The way James held her against the tree, it made it impossible for her to bring her hands up to cover her mouth as she gasped in pleasure. But it didn't stop with just a gasp. Soon, the pleasure was rising, and the moans were impossible to contain. He'd be toying with her all night, and even though he'd cum forty minutes ago, she'd had no relief.

"Please... Mmmhhm... please don't do this to me. Not here. People will hear us... they'll ahhh..." Violet tried to keep a grip on herself, but her self control was fading. She couldn't fight against something she wanted, and she desperately wanted to cum. "L-lets go back to ... unhhh... your p-place," she said finally, hating herself a little for it, "and... you can f-fuck me anyway you want..." Her body was trembling now, and her breathing was ragged, she shut her eyes, blocking out the sight of stranger fucking as well avoiding the eyes of anyone that noticed her predicament; either one of those things would have been enough to push her over the edge.

"Poor little whore," James said, mocking her. "You don't know your place and you can't control your body. You're fucking pathetic. Why don't you just beg me. It's all you're good for. Beg me to take out your little toy and we'll see if we can't play a different game that's more your speed."

"Mmmmhmmm... P-Please... mahhhh... please take out the v-v-vibrator. Please don't make me cum where these men can see me..." Violet begged, feeling her orgasm approaching, even as he hiked up her skirt higher than necessary, and started to pull down her panties, in the shadows of their hiding place in the park. "Please don't make me cum on this toy," she continued, hoping her urgency would spur him on. "Please let me cum on your cock instead."