Neon Nights - Sex Stories

Neon Nights

... against my back and I watched wide-eyed as he stopped in front of me, so close I had to tilt my head back to look at him. “Don’t be scared,” he said and a wry smile crossed his face. “I’ll make it worth your while. You won’t have to clean rooms ever again.” There was a confident arrogance in his voice that made my stomach squirm. “Name your price.” “I don’t have a price,” I said. “Course you do,” Silver said. “Everybody does. I’m a regular, remember? I’ve seen you. I know how you function. You think you watch us but we’re watching you too. How much?” I stared at him. “I don’t know what you think you know, but this isn’t happening. I’m not going to screw up your relationship.” “I know,” he said, and his hand came out and wrapped around the side of my neck as he studied me carefully. “In a way, you’re helping my relationship. I need this. If I can’t get wild, I’m probably not even going to show up tomorrow. Do you really want that on your conscience?” I breathed out a laugh, trying to twist away from him. He felt larger all of a sudden, imposing.. “Mr Silver-” His hand moved to the front of my throat and tightened, cutting me off. “Call – me – James,” he snapped. “I’ll ask you again. How much? A thousand?” Even in my current disadvantaged position, I rolled my eyes, regretting it instantly because from that moment he knew I was on board. He tried not to smile but I saw it nevertheless. Anxiety flooded through me. “Okay, five thousand,” he said, and even before I could agree or ...

... protest, his hands went to my shoulders, shoving me down onto my knees in front of him. He fumbled with his pants, his hands as shaky as they were when he’d taken out his first cigarette and I could only watch as he freed his cock and stroked it to erection in a matter of seconds. His hand went to my hair and he pressed the head of his cock to my lips. I rolled my eyes again, but at myself this time and opened my mouth obediently, wondering what kind of blowjob would satisfy him. Before I could even start using my tongue, he shoved forward forcefully. I almost spluttered but managed to hold it together and before I could get any kind of control over the situation, he was ramming in and out of my mouth like it was a pussy. “You know,” he whispered, like he was telling me a big secret. “She doesn’t ever suck my cock.” I stared up at him and something in his eyes hardened. His hand fisted in my hair and he forced me down on his cock again, hitting the back of my throat. I could feel saliva running down my chin as he pressed on, pushing into my throat and holding himself there, his eyes never leaving mine. “So fucking tight,” he groaned and I did my best to take it, though I’d never felt so much like I was choking. He pulled back and then pushed again, using my mouth for his pleasure until my eyes watered and my jaw ached. I tried to use my tongue in some attempt to coax him to orgasm but it was futile in comparison to his rough thrusts. He pulled back eventually and I gasped for ...