He added, not waiting for me to breathe before he slammed into my mouth again, and it hurts. He didn't care that my throat spasmed around him or about the drop of tears that escaped my eyes as I choked on his length.

"That's it.... You're such a cock slut"

He just kept going and his rough thrusts had my skull banging against the bathroom stall wall, his fist tangling harder in my hair.

The pressure was too much, I'm not familiar with such invasion . I gagged but didn't deter him at all, the more I gagged the more he groaned and increased his pace.

"Look at you" he muttered, yanking my head back up so I met his gaze while he pushed deeper without mercy and I blinked up at him through the tears blurring my vision. "Tearing up like you're overwhelmed but dripping wet under that tiny dress. You like being used. Don't you?"

I couldn't answer with words, not with my mouth stretched around his cock, using my throat like it was built to please him But my moan betrayed me and he smirked knowing it.

"Touch your cunt for me".

He commanded me, and I couldn't deny him, I squeezed my thigh together as he withdrew himself and drove into my mouth once more making my nose pressed into his lower stomach and I couldn't help but inhale his sandalwood musk.

I slipped my fingers into my core dripping with evidence of my arousal, my nipple tightened against the flimsy fabrics. His dominance made me want more, yearn for more of him everywhere, I slipped my fingers out and slipped them back in again moaning hard against him.

"Yeah. You're a good slut" he smirked and yeah I agree but he didn't know the full story. He didn't know that this is my first blowjob and it's all because I made a bad decision a few hours ago.

(){}[]~<>(){}[]

A few hours earlier..

"Girl, this is non-negotiable" Lena announced from her side of the room "You're going with us to the orchids tonight"

Katie was already elbow deep in my closet like she was looking for a buried treasure. "Does this girl own anything besides ugly cardigans and musty paperbacks?"

The girl in question being me but my sweaters are not ugly, they are expressions of art and my classic novel collections are not musty.

"I don't like clubs" I muttered, flipping a page in the novel on my lap. "Too loud."

"You've never been to one!" Lena snapped, tossing a pair of distressed jeans over her shoulder. "All you do is read about morally grey men choking and bending women over the tables and then act shocked when we ask you to touch grass"

"I'll touch grass when a mafia lord claims me" I said dryly not amused by their critics on my novels.

"You need to live! Outside of your fictional word and touch actual dick" Katie stood hand to her hips and face frustrated.

"Why does it have to be tonight though?" I asked hoping to postpone the torture of mingling with people in a noisy environment.

"Because it's Lena's daddy pre-birthday bash slash girls night out" Katie chirped before adding "and you owe us"

"Yes! That's right. And we start internship on Monday, let's enjoy the last free weekend we have together in the next six months"

I sighed because she's right, "Fine. But I'm wearing my Pants"

Kate snorted immediately "No, Nova darling, you are wearing... THIS!" She happily held up a silver dress that looked like it belonged to a reality tv star, not a broke scholarship girl who is being forced on a night out by her rich pampered roommates turn best friends.

Before I could say my mind about the cloth Lena cut in massaging my shoulders softly, "It's perfect for you Nova, It's time you start flaunting those curves of yours. Let those men drown in your beauty"

I grumbled but gave in and an hour later we were at Orchids, the lounge buzzing with money, girls were glittering under the blue and red light of the club while men danced around in fits ranging from jeans to tailored pants that screamed money.

This is nowhere for an average or poor person but somehow I'm at a table with my best friends and their boyfriends who had secured the table for us while everywhere else get filled up quickly.

"Let's play a game" Tommie said, he's Katie's man and I'm convinced he has a penchant for chaos.

The word 'No' was at the tip of my tongue waiting for me to blurt it out but social anxiety is also a thing, so I swallowed it with a sip of Sprite.

Read Now