The Only Way Out

I really wanted to go to the party, but I knew you wouldn’t let me. You hate my friends and know they are a bad influence on me. Well, at least you think they are. They are sluts and whores for sure, but I am no better, you just have me on a pedastool and have no idea what a naughty little bitch I am. I come into your den and ask you nicely if I can go to the party. You don’t even turn around.

I brace myself for the lecture, and instead I see your arms move towards your crotch and hear you unzip your zipper. My nipples tingle at the sound, despite myself. You spin around in your chair as you take you cock out. I am stunned and have no idea what to say or do. You signal me to come towards you, so I do, and you stand up. You ask me how bad I want to go out with my friends. Your hard cock is poking me in my stomach. I am suddenly aware of how slutty I am dressed.


I stammer that I want to go really bad, and you tell me to get on my knees and suck your cock. I always do as I am told, so I kneel down and take your throbbing cock in my mouth. You are so rough with me, grabbing my hair and fucking my face without mercy. You don’t sat anything, you just silently jam your cock deep in my throat. I know you don’t want anyone else to hear. As you cum down my throat, you grunt quietly, and I swallow every drop. You pull away, leaving me there on my knees, and simply say, “be home by midnight”.

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