Think, Vani. Think. Think. Think.You need to do something to get out of this.
He shoves his hand between my thighs, and his thick finger runs up my slit, making my insides recoil.
“Big tits, massive nipples, puffy pussy, and those lips, too.”
He runs the finger that has just been over my pussy across my mouth. I twist my head to escape his touch, and he laughs, amused at me as if he thinks someone like me could never do him harm.
A thought hits me. Maybe I can use his arrogance to my advantage the same way I can use his obvious attraction to me. If I can seduce him, I can hurt him. An idea blooms; it’s sickening, but it might work. If I can get his cock in my mouth, I canhurthim.
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I force myself to laugh, fighting through the fear and the hatred to make the sound authentic. He stops, staring at me, puzzled.
Licking my lips, so they’re wet, I pout at him.
“Oh, fuck it. Let’s drop the act. I don’t care about them. I’m only with them for the money.” I sigh and run my hands over my breasts. “They like me this way. All plumped up for them. It’s their thing. They’re… weird.”
Is it working, I wonder, or is it too over the top? Either way, I’m committed now.
“Lex is boring. Zane is an idiot, and Saint? He’s so fucking full of himself. I hate him the most.”
His face splits into a grin. “How much do you hate him?”
“Enough to do what you say and enjoy it.”
He frowns. “Why fight me at first?”
“I thought I ought to at least try, you know, for my reputation. You said yourself, though, I’m clearly into this. You felt how wet you made me.”
He watches me thoughtfully. “So, are you going to act on your big words?”
I gulp down my terror and revulsion at taking such a big risk. “You look like a big boy. Let me see what you’ve got.”
Thankfully, like most men, this idiot seems to short circuit when it comes to sex. He eagerly fumbles with his zipper and pulls his cock out as if it’s made of gold. But while it isn’t gold, it’s definitely something that commands attention, and I stare in genuine shock.
“Yeah, it’s big.” He nods. “Massive, in fact. Your fat pussy needs a big cock like this, though. You’ll come so hard when I’m deep inside you.”
Forcing myself to carry on with the sick charade, I bite my lower lip, acting coy.
“God,” I breathe. “That’s amazing. Like a goddamned beer can.”
Then I prop myself up on my elbows and deliver what I hope is my killer line. “Can I taste it?”
“Yes, you fucking can.”
I look at him with big eyes, hoping this is the icing on my acting cake. “You won’t choke me with it? Let me take my own time.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll be a perfect… how do you say, gentleman?”
“Yes, that’s it. You be a perfect gentleman for me. Be a good boy.”
Climbing off me, he stands and then helps me to my knees, so his huge, erect cock is at eye-level. Christ, it’s obscene. I feel sorry for his wife.
He wraps his hands in my hair and drags my face to his crotch. The musky, masculine scent of him is so strong, it’s gross, and bile rushes up the back of my throat. If I vomited on him, would he let me go, or would he kill me? His cock is so big that even erect it kind of hangs down, as if his body can’t hold the weight of it up. Or maybe he doesn’t have enough spare blood to make it stand fully erect.
“Don’t get any funny ideas,” he warns in a growl.
In response, I lick my lips, moan, and blow on the huge mushroom head.
His wide slit flutters right in front of my eyes, and he pulses out a long drool of precum. The urge to puke takes over again, and I fight my repulsion. The hand not in my hair reachesbehind him, and I know he’s going for the knife, to make sure I don’t do anything to his precious appendage.
