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“That won’t be the end of it, you know. Your roommates aren’t going to be happy to find out what happened to their money.”

“I can give you a blow job.”

“I expect so, but we can save that for after everything else.”

“No, please. You won’t need anything else. I can make it enough. I’m good. I know what I’m doing.”

I was lying. I’d never even touched a penis before I met my current boyfriend but “I just… I don’t want my first time to be like this.”

The sympathy I’d hoped for wasn’t there. “First time, hm? Well, I’ll be sure to make it memorable.”

I was crying now. “No, please don’t… I don’t want this… I don’t want it to be like this.”

“Listen to me. I know you don’t want this, but it’s going to happen whether you want it or not. I can make you want it but to do that you have to remember the situation you’ve gotten yourself into, and what the consequences could be if you don’t do as you’re told. Now get your pants and your shorts off and lay down.” He was right. I couldn’t believe the trouble I’d gotten myself into and he was the only person who could help me. I could only do as I was told.

He raised my t-shirt just a hands-length and kissed me below my navel, then each time a bit lower until he was just above the hair. He placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, and then ran the tip of his tongue down the line of flesh where my thigh meets the pubic mound. By this point I was escort yakacık breathing faster, and when he ran it up the edge of my right labia I gasped for air. His calm was arousing. This was nothing like Rob. Rob went at it like a dog with a water bowl, hurrying to finish so he could try to beg something from me.

After minutes of this, Mr. Ahvens’ tongue on my pussy with just the occasional kiss or flick at my clitoris and with me whimpering more and more pitifully he pulled his head back and looked up at me.

“Are you sure you don’t want it like this?”

All I could do was bite my lip and nod my head.

“You don’t?”

“No! I do! I do! Please!”

The tip of his penis slipped inside me, and then just a bit past. He pulled back, then slid forward again and went a little further. He continued. Each time he went just a bit further, and each time I got a better grip. I had expected pain, but there was nothing like that. What I felt was complete, like nothing outside my body mattered.

I’d run my hands under Mr. Ahven’s shirt, and I’d been pulling him closer and closer. Suddenly my right hand slipped, and I felt the skin peel under my nails.

“Ow, Dammit! Do that again and you’ll get slapped!”

“I won’t. Just keep going.”

I soon had a problem, though. I’d curled my fists as tight as I could but they felt empty, as if part of them was missing. bayan escort istanbul I needed to grab something but there was nothing to hold on to except Mr. Ahvens. At this stage a slap probably wouldn’t have meant much to me but I couldn’t risk having him pause, or even alter his rhythm. “Hold me down.”

“Hold you?”

“My wrists, grab my wrists! Just don’t let me free!” I couldn’t help but struggle, but the struggling ground my clit against the base of his cock and I was soon about to orgasm.

Then he pulled back until he was barely inside me, and paused. “Do you remember that blow job we talked about earlier?” I nodded. “If you want me to keep this up you have to agree to let me finish in your mouth.”

“I’ll do it.”

“You’ll…?”

“I’ll suck you off! Just go!”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise! Just don’t leave me here like this, God damn you!”

Then he was inside me and I was bucking against him. I was too strong for him to hold down. My wrists slipped free and my arms wrapped around him. I had his hair in my hand and if I was hurting him it didn’t matter to me. I could see and hear nothing and that didn’t matter either. I just kept grinding and grinding and suddenly every muscle in my body relaxed. My chest was heaving and I was astonished to realize how long it had been since I’d last taken a breath.

Mr. Ahvens grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and pulled escort bağdat caddesi me to my knees. “Now remember your promise.”

“Listen, I lied earlier. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ll do the best I can, just please don’t be angry.”

“Don’t worry. You’re most of the way there already. Just take it slow and concentrate and you’ll do fine.”

So I did what he had done. I took just a bit in my mouth, then pulled back, then leaned in and took a bit more, and I continued like this. I was surprised. When I’d talked with my friends no one had mentioned that odd feeling in the back of your throat once you’d taken the whole shaft in, or how difficult it could be to catch a breath. And no one had mentioned the hairs tickling your nose. I couldn’t help but pull back before I continued.

“You’re doing good, but you’re letting yourself get distracted. You need to concentrate better.” He was right. I had gotten distracted. My hands had snuck between my legs and now all I could think about was preserving the last of that sensation of him inside me. So I focused my mind. I pulled my lips about halfway back the length of his penis and held my head there. I sucked as hard as I could and I synchronized a stroke of my tongue with each stroke of my fingers. I had soon kept my promise.

But I didn’t realize it would end like this. I thought he’d finish and we’d be done, but he just kept emptying himself into my mouth and each burst was larger than I’d expected. By the time he had finished I couldn’t help having swallowed some of what was in my mouth but even more was drooling down my chin as I knelt there exhausted, on my knees and one elbow.

“There’s a roll of paper towels in the washroom. Use them to clean the mess you’ve made on the floor, then get out.”

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