shaking, dropped a twenty on the table, and walked carefully out of the diner. She never took her eyes off of the man until she reached the door and stepped outside. The cool air was torture on her nipples, which were still rock hard and sensitive.
He stood in front of her door. It was impossible, but he leaned against her car and smiled at her. She stood there, feeling panic begin to well up. He held out his hand. “Come with me.” She felt the command like a vice grip in her mind. Vera took his hand without a word. He led her to a large tour bus in a truck parking space. It was the kind of bus she’d seen rock stars driven around in on MTV. He opened the door, and gestured for her to step inside. Even though it went against every ounce of her being her feet moved forward anyway.
There were two more men inside. They wore large leather coats, but even through them, she could tell they were both well-muscled. She glanced at them as she was led past. They ignored her but nodded at the man who led her. She felt like she should greet them, but no words came. She noticed some kind of tribal tattoo design licking its way up their necks from under their colors. The man was behind her now, and he turned her around. “Go into the bedroom in the back, take off your clothes, and wait on the bed for me.” She felt herself breathe in deeply preparing for an indignant response. But the response never came. Instead, she nodded and walked numbly to the back.
There was a full size bed in the back, and in a daze Vera did as she was told. Before she could contemplate what she was doing, she was on the bed, naked as directed and waiting expectantly for the man with the sandy blonde hair and expensive clothes. She didn’t understand what was happening. She’d never obeyed a man in her life. Somehow, however, when he spoke, his will became hers.
In a moment, the man stepped in and inhaled deeply. “You’ve fucked someone else today, maybe two or three someones.” Vera felt anger rise in her chest, but she somehow didn’t have the strength to say anything. “It’s funny. You don’t really look like a slut.” She felt her cheeks flush with warm anger, but again found herself unable to protest. He stared at her and then reached out to pinch her nipple hard. She gasped at his touch. He pinched her thigh and then her clit, and she felt her eyes water. “Well,” he said, “I suppose you’ll have to do.”
He unsnapped his pants and dropped them to his ankles. Vera gasped at the size of his cock. It was huge, at least seven inches and probably closer to eight. It was hard and pointing straight at her. Vera felt a terrible desire to suck it, something she rarely wanted, except as a means to quickly end an encounter. In seconds she was on her knees and wrapping her lips around the thick head of his it. She found herself inordinately desperate to please him. “It’s not your fault that you’re a slut, Vera.” His voice was low and hypnotic. Had she told him her name? She didn’t think so. “It’s your blood. Your history. Your destiny.” She lifted her head up and off and stared at his face. He smiled at her, but there was no kindness in the smile. “You have no idea who you are, do you? No matter, put your mouth back on me.”
She felt herself flush with anger and was ready to tell him that no man told her what to do, but instead, she pushed herself down as far as she could. She couldn’t fit him all the way in, but she tried. She realized it was strange for her. Usually, sex for her was all about her own pleasure. Sure, she was careful to make sure the other one came, but it wasn’t like this. She forced more of him into her mouth and stroked at his balls. She realized as her tongue worked on his cock that it was cool rather than warm in her mouth.
The man reached down and grabbed Vera’s hair,
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