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His tongue follows the crack of my ass all the way down to my taint, and then he spreads my cheeks and flattens his tongue over my rim.
The next thing I know, I’m being spun around, and my mouth is once again assaulted. Hands clamp onto my thighs and urge them around the strangers waist.
My bound arms fall around his neck as he lifts me, and a few steps later my back lands roughly on cold metal. I try to jerk away but he presses in closer, tangling a hand in my hair to yank it hard when he rips his mouth away.
“You’re going to spread these pretty legs and take everything I give you. Understand?”
I can’t move my head, and my throat is drier than the desert after a sandstorm. Instead of my thigh, the smack lands directly on my dick.
A cry leaves my aching throat, but he pays me no mind and pins my open legs to the car.
This is the moment that reality sinks in. He’s going to use my body for his pleasure; my own be damned.
I expect him to go for his belt and ready that hard, hot cock he kept shoved against my ass for my hole. But instead he wraps his arms under my thighs and lowers himself down until his mouth is inches above my dick.
There’s no warning. No threat. Just warmth around my engorged bud that pulses with each rhythmic suck and stroke of the stranger’s tongue.
“Oh my God,” I whimper as I watch the man work, too stunned to look away.
His eyes flash up to mine as he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive head and makes a show of swirling his tongue around my shaft. He sucks me into his mouth and starts bobbing his head in a way that drives me wild.
My legs start to shake, and I throw my hands down to tangle in his hair. Not to fight him away like I should, but to urge him closer to my need.
Heat licks at the pit in my stomach, growing hungrier and more feral as the man pulls back with a wet ‘pop’ and thrusts his tongue lower.
My hole clenches at the intrusion, tongue lapping at my entrance like a cat with its cream.
It’s weird, and if not for his iron grip I would have snapped my legs closed and pushed him away. But he holds me open and shows no mercy, thrusting his tongue into my hole and flicking it over my dick.
The resistance slowly fades as my body responds against my will, thrumming for more of the foreign touch.
Two fingers press to my hole and sink in without warning. My hips jump, and I force open my eyes that I hadn’t realized had fallen closed.
“No,” I squeak, but a firm hand on my stomach holds me in place when I try to squirm away.
He makes one last strong, slow suck on my dick before rising to his feet, pinning my hands above my head, and keeping my legs held up with his hips placed between them.
“My mouth not good enough for you, sweetheart? Not getting the job done?” He lowers his face to my neck and pinches the skin between his teeth. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done? Play with yourself for me.”
There’s barely enough space between us to keep us from touching, and he stares at me with such deep, commanding eyes that I can’t help but lower my bound hands to my dick and fit it between my fingers.
The man smiles and pulls a phone out of his pocket. At first, his attention is focused on scrolling, and a wave of frustration comes over me.
Why give me an order and not pay attention?
When my huff catches his attention, his smile widens. “I’m not ignoring you, handsome. Finger yourself.”
I freeze, and that earns me two stinging swats to my thighs. He takes my hand and poises it at my entrance.
My chest feels like it’s caving in as I push a finger inside. I can still reach my dick with my other hand, so I work them both to distract myself from the grossness clogging up my airway.
A near silent ‘click’ pulls my attention, and I notice the way the stranger is holding his phone is suspicious. A cold sweat breaks out across my temples, and an icy fear spreads in my veins.
“Are you taking pictures?”
He shakes his head, but his smirk is telling. “A video.”
This is where the moment ripples, where I lose sight of the goal and the desire bubbling inside me. Fear wins. But my mouth is glued shut.
