Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11 - Sex Stories

Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11

... wasn’t, though. It was Eric, the guy who’d written his number on my arm at the club. Then I’d let fuck me through a glory hole and then watched as I drank his cum out of a condom. All I knew about him was he was black and had a nice cock.

Yes, she’d texted him. With pictures of me, helpless in the cage and, apparently, her address. I hadn’t seen him before. Not really. What I hadn’t known was how good-looking he was. He worked out. That was obvious. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie. He’d already seen me, of course. Through the hole. And the pictures Violet had taken of me while I was tied down and naked on her bed. He already knew what I was. A slut.

“Fucking hot,” he said, staring at me. “She lets you do this?”

“Not just lets,” Violet smiled, glancing down at me. “She begs me. Don’t you, Jenny?”

Shame-faced, I tried to say something, but the gag got in the way, forcing me to simply nod.

“Cute, isn’t she.”

“Hell, yeah.”

“You want a blow job?”

“Fuck. Seriously?”

Violet grinned and shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”

He nodded, his eyes full of hunger as he slowly undid his jeans. The gag suddenly made sense. I wouldn’t be able to close my mouth. All he had to do was shove his cock in…

“Mmmph,” I managed. That was about it. He really did have a nice cock. I would have sucked him off if Violet had just asked me. Or told me. But like this? Like I didn’t have any choice? He was simply going to fuck my mouth. Use me while I was trapped, unable to ...

... do anything but take it. It was beyond humiliating so why was I so turned on at the thought? Violet caught my eyes and nodded, knowingly, not even needing to hear the question to answer it.

“Because you’re a nasty little slut, Jenny. A cock hungry little whore who craves to be used.”

I felt my cheeks burning as her words cut into me, all the more because I knew they were true.

Eric didn’t waste any time. Simply stepped up the to cage and positioned himself.

“Stick out your tongue, bitch,” he growled playfully and then pushed himself – his cock – into my drool-filled mouth. All I could do was take it, moaning softly as he pushed himself past my lips. It wasn’t big. Not in length. Average. But it was thick and meaty. A mouthful. Reaching through he grabbed hold of my hair, using it as leverage, and pushed deeper. Apparently, I was going to be deep-throated. I gagged a little as I felt his swollen head pushing into my throat. I hated it. And craved it. Being used like this.

I was vaguely aware of Violet recording. Not just pictures. Video. I didn’t care. All I could concentrate on was not gagging as he face fucked me. Slow and gentle. At least at first. Slowly picking up speed. His cock was slick with my drool so it was… not too bad. I tried to relax, opening up my throat for him as he went deeper until his balls were slapping against my chin. I found myself fighting for breath. And then I felt something against my pussy. Violet’s fingers. Prying my swollen lips ...