Pick Me - Sex Stories

Pick Me

... his head, gently sucking on it, making him groan louder. I hate everything about this. The taste of him is so awkward, there’s pre-cum leaking from him, making it taste worse, and this is someone I consider my brother. Everything about this is so wrong.

But as I’m recoiling at everything about this, I feel his hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. For some reason, him touching my head like this is kinda making me feel better. Only a little, though. But it’s helping, nonetheless. So, in a sense, we’re helping each other out right now.

“Yeah, keep going,” he groans out, “Take it deeper in that pretty little mouth of yours. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re so good at this. You’re such a good girl. I’m so happy to have a friend like you.”

Now I’m conflicted. His touch was helping at first, but after hearing that, I just feel so dirty. He’s making me feel like a slut. How could a girl be comfortable hearing any of that? It’s so degrading. Now he’s pushing me further down his dick. I move my hand, taking more of him inside of my mouth. He then grabs onto my hair and starts thrusting in and out of my mouth.

He’s so far inside of my mouth. I can barely breathe and my jaw is killing me. But at least he looks happy. He’s groaning more and more, tightening his grip on my head and speeding up his pace. I feel a tear roll down my face, due to his overwhelming size and how far he is inside of my mouth. I just want this to be over.

As if my silent pleas were answered, ...

... he pulls me off of his dick, causing me to cough as air enters my lungs again.

“This isn’t enough,” he says, “I need you to take off your underwear.”

“W-wai-” I object before he interrupts with,

“Thanks. I knew you’d understand.”

He lifts me up from under my arms, leading me to the arm rest on the couch before bending me over it. He then lifts my skirt and practically rips off my underwear. What’s gotten into him? Why isn’t he listening to me? He then palms my butt, saying,

“Fuck, you’ve got such a nice ass. It’s way better than hers. I’m gonna love this so much.”

I’m starting to get scared. The things he’s saying are so inhumane. This isn’t the Chandler I know. He brings a hand to my back, scaring me even more.

“Ch-Chandler,” I plead, “Stop it. Please. I’ve never even done this before. I don’t want to do this. Please, let’s just talk about this and deal with this in a he-”

He interrupts me by shoving his dick inside of my butt, making me cry out in pain. It’s so big and it’s stretching me so much. It hurts.

“Chandler, stop!” I plead again, “I can’t take it. It’s too much. Take it out. Take it out. Take it out.”

He ignores my begging, shoving deeper and deeper inside of my butt. I cry more and more. The pain is unbearable and he doesn’t seem to care. Who is he? Chandler would never do anything like this. He would never hurt me. Why is he doing it now?

The pain is worsened as he starts thrusting in and out of me, grabbing my waist with his other ...