it, but if you would be so kind, please put it where I have asked you. Open up.” I part my lips, ready to get this finished off quickly.
My tongue darts out instinctively to lick the pre-cum from the tip of his dick. God, why does my body always betray me in this kind of situation, always making me want it badly but in my head I am screaming for it to stop?
I lean forward, taking him in my mouth, as much of him as I can, that is. His masculine scent of arousal is prominent on him. The taste does nothing for me, and sorts the problem with my betraying body. My only thought driving me to continue is the small packet in my back pocket.
“Oh, God, that’s fucking good. That’s it darling; take me deep in your throat.” His fingers fix themselves firmly in my hair, wrapping my long blonde locks around his hands. He uses my head at his disposal, fucking my throat with a sick perversion, gagging me severely. With his every thrust deep into my mouth, I am ready to spew my guts, my stomach aching from the emptiness there. I haven’t eaten properly for two days and I am now feeling the consequences of it.
“Oh, Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He moans loudly as he fills my mouth and throat with his semen, the salty substance causing me to retch hard. Oh, fuck that is nasty, I really am not in any kind of mood for sex and that is just pure vile.
I fake a smile up at him as I swallow it down, trying my hardest to act as though I have enjoyed myself.
“Hmm, that is good. You really have a lovely mouth, baby.” He places his hand under my chin and pulls to raise me to my feet.
Now eye level with him, my four-inch platforms making me taller than usual, I can see the dilation of his pupils. They are full of pure lust and greed; it is potent in his body like a toxic poison. “Thank you for the stuff,” I tell him and I kiss his cheek for good measure, and then turn on my heels and walk away.
His hand grabs my upper arm, twisting me back toward him, harshly. “Sweetheart, you don't seriously believe that I would give you a hundred quid’s worth of ‘K’, and you sucking me off would pay for it?” He sees my confused expression, the absolute revolution in myself smacking me full force, as I realise once again I haven’t made a difference by using my body as payment. “You stupid, naive little bitch. Now hand over the paper.”
I search through my handbag, retrieving two fifty pound notes and hand them to him. As he stands there and checks the money, I turn and make my exit, fast.
When I return to the bar I can't see Maria or Debbie anywhere, but I need to use the stuff I have purchased. I have no clue what I have bought, but the prick had said it would take the edge of everything.
The people around me are closing in rapidly, my chest feeling as though a vice is squeezing it. I forget about my friends, as I barge through the crowded room, pushing people out of the way. I push open the bathroom door and run to the only available cubicle, my blood pressure rising dramatically.
I shut and lock the door behind me, fetching the bag from my rear pocket. I stare at a white powder inside it, calling to me like a magnet.
I have no clue what it is, looks to me as though it is cocaine. I empty the entire bag, measuring and lining up an easy four lines. Four rows will be okay, I can handle that much perfectly. I have done coke a few too many times in my life and I knew my limit was way above four.
I roll a note up from my purse, and stick it up my nostril. I use a finger to seal the other nostril closed, then lower my head and begin to snort the streaks one after the other. The burning sensation as it enters my airway and into my bloodstream, settles me instantly. I don't care about the state of the toilet seat, the bathroom or the club for that matter, I am just relieved to feel the drugs kicking in and numbing me.
I fall back so my arse is rested on my heels, my head now feeling airy and light. I am so weightless I find it hard
My tongue darts out instinctively to lick the pre-cum from the tip of his dick. God, why does my body always betray me in this kind of situation, always making me want it badly but in my head I am screaming for it to stop?
I lean forward, taking him in my mouth, as much of him as I can, that is. His masculine scent of arousal is prominent on him. The taste does nothing for me, and sorts the problem with my betraying body. My only thought driving me to continue is the small packet in my back pocket.
“Oh, God, that’s fucking good. That’s it darling; take me deep in your throat.” His fingers fix themselves firmly in my hair, wrapping my long blonde locks around his hands. He uses my head at his disposal, fucking my throat with a sick perversion, gagging me severely. With his every thrust deep into my mouth, I am ready to spew my guts, my stomach aching from the emptiness there. I haven’t eaten properly for two days and I am now feeling the consequences of it.
“Oh, Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He moans loudly as he fills my mouth and throat with his semen, the salty substance causing me to retch hard. Oh, fuck that is nasty, I really am not in any kind of mood for sex and that is just pure vile.
I fake a smile up at him as I swallow it down, trying my hardest to act as though I have enjoyed myself.
“Hmm, that is good. You really have a lovely mouth, baby.” He places his hand under my chin and pulls to raise me to my feet.
Now eye level with him, my four-inch platforms making me taller than usual, I can see the dilation of his pupils. They are full of pure lust and greed; it is potent in his body like a toxic poison. “Thank you for the stuff,” I tell him and I kiss his cheek for good measure, and then turn on my heels and walk away.
His hand grabs my upper arm, twisting me back toward him, harshly. “Sweetheart, you don't seriously believe that I would give you a hundred quid’s worth of ‘K’, and you sucking me off would pay for it?” He sees my confused expression, the absolute revolution in myself smacking me full force, as I realise once again I haven’t made a difference by using my body as payment. “You stupid, naive little bitch. Now hand over the paper.”
I search through my handbag, retrieving two fifty pound notes and hand them to him. As he stands there and checks the money, I turn and make my exit, fast.
When I return to the bar I can't see Maria or Debbie anywhere, but I need to use the stuff I have purchased. I have no clue what I have bought, but the prick had said it would take the edge of everything.
The people around me are closing in rapidly, my chest feeling as though a vice is squeezing it. I forget about my friends, as I barge through the crowded room, pushing people out of the way. I push open the bathroom door and run to the only available cubicle, my blood pressure rising dramatically.
I shut and lock the door behind me, fetching the bag from my rear pocket. I stare at a white powder inside it, calling to me like a magnet.
I have no clue what it is, looks to me as though it is cocaine. I empty the entire bag, measuring and lining up an easy four lines. Four rows will be okay, I can handle that much perfectly. I have done coke a few too many times in my life and I knew my limit was way above four.
I roll a note up from my purse, and stick it up my nostril. I use a finger to seal the other nostril closed, then lower my head and begin to snort the streaks one after the other. The burning sensation as it enters my airway and into my bloodstream, settles me instantly. I don't care about the state of the toilet seat, the bathroom or the club for that matter, I am just relieved to feel the drugs kicking in and numbing me.
I fall back so my arse is rested on my heels, my head now feeling airy and light. I am so weightless I find it hard
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