Page 27 of Devil's Bargain

He laughs like he can see right through me, then smacks my cheek with his dick. It’s humiliating but hot as hell.

I fist my hands by my sides, fighting the urge to reach for him while he slaps his dick over my lips. I stick my tongue out. He doesn’t even have to ask.

“I think this is worth an A in your math test, don’t you, my little whore?” he taunts, rubbing the thick head over my tongue before thrusting his dick inside my mouth. He repeats the process, again and again. “Do you like being my whore?”

I nod. Because I do. I hate him, but this right here…

“Take it!” he whispers darkly, pulling on the belt until I swallow him down my throat. I reach up to cup his balls and feel a sick sense of satisfaction when he groans. I shouldn’t want to please him. What’s happening here is wrong, but my body hasn’t got the memo.

“Suck it good, sweetheart!”

I gag and try to pull back, but he fists my hair with one hand and tightens the belt with the other until I’m choking and fighting for air.

“That’s it. Fuck!” he groans, pleased by the tears streaming down my cheeks as I gaze up at him. He hovers over me like a dark beast, thrusting shallowly down my throat until I feel like I might faint.

When he finally pulls out and removes the belt, I collapse to the floor, dragging in deep breaths. No one has ever touched me like this. I was right when I said I was swimming in the deep end.

He pushes off the desk and plants his feet on either side of me, his cock in his hand. He rubs it in slow strokes, up and down the thick length. I should get up, but I don’t. My vision is obscured by the strands of hair stuck to my wet cheeks.

“Do you want my cock?” His taunting smile tells me he knows I do even before I whisper, “Please!”

My tears are real. I’m burning up with shame and self-loathing, but my need to be fucked by him is a much stronger force. I slide my skirt up to my waist, pull my panties aside, and roll over on my stomach.

His smile widens until his white teeth flash in the glow of a passing car outside the window.

Like a cat in heat, I push my ass up in the air and spread my knees on the dirty carpet. “Fuck me, Mr. Scott!” I have lost all dignity. I’m his whore now…

He continues stroking his dick.

I peer at him over my shoulder. “Please…”

God, that big hand. Up and down. His wedding ring glints as he swipes his thumb over the slit and the bead of precum collected there.

In his other hand is the belt. I must be sick because I want him to choke me again. “Hurt me!” I whisper, surprised by my own desire, my cheeks wet with mascara streaks.

He traps his bottom lip between his teeth. His hand is working that big dick faster and harder.

I plead with my eyes and arch my ass higher in the air. “Fuck me, Mr. Scott!” My voice breaks. My tears turn him on more.

“Where do you want me to fuck you?”

“Anywhere!” My mouth waters as I watch his hand move on his cock.

“Your tight ass?”

I reach down and sink two fingers inside my pussy. “Oh god! Yes, please!”

He chuckles. “Put the belt on!”

I scramble to my knees. He hands it to me and watches me loop it around my neck with a smirk on his face. I tighten it until it’s too tight, and the ends dangle between my breasts.

“So obedient,” he taunts, gripping my chin.

I moan out loud as he rubs his thick head all over my mouth. “Please…”

I’m not prepared when his warm cum hits my face in thick white strings.

He strokes his dick until he’s milked every drop and then shoves me back hard enough to make me fall to the floor.

His cum coats my face and drips off my lips as he snatches up his wallet off the desk and throws a wad of cash on me. It floats to the ground like confetti. One note sticks to the cum on my face as if the humiliation isn’t enough already.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, removing the bill and pushing up on my elbows.

He tucks himself away and puts on his jacket. “I’m leaving. I got what I came here for. Don’t forget that you have a quiz tomorrow.”

My clit is throbbing so bad! I squeeze my thighs together as he walks out and leaves me there on the dirty carpet, used, humiliated, and turned on like never before with his belt around my neck. He proved one thing tonight. I am a whore!

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