Sex Contract

"Why?" I asked, gasping. He responded, "He pushed, flipping me and bending my waist. I gasped and stretched out my hands to avoid falling with the unexpected shift. The rough carpet burnt my palms and I snarled, but I had no time to focus on that since he was grabbing layers of skirts and tugging them up over my back, exposing my ass. His scalding fingers snuck up behind the elastic in my slacks. My swollen lips were soothed as he removed the crotch from my mouth. I squeaked as he let it strike my cunt. "No pantyhose. Ever." I answered, "No." "Never." He responded, "Good." His hand withdrew, My hamstrings felt fantastic and terrible, and knowing I was at his mercy made my knees weak. I heard a click, and he pulled my pant crotch away again. The cloth broke with pressure and tugging. My pants were cut. He purred, "Much better." I gasped as a fingertip separated my pussy lips. My breasts hung heavy and my legs ached, but I just focused on him. He eased me in. I felt the flesh twitch and contract at his touch, eager and alive, but he simply caressed me tenderly and flicked my clit, and my hunger grew. My cunt bled, and I felt empty. I tried to grasp his finger while whimpering, but he wouldn't let me. He responded, "Tell me, Joyce." In the dressing room's quiet, he shouted. "Please," I moaned breathlessly. "Inside me" He rubbed my pussy again, appreciating how I quivered for him. He whispered, "No." "No" "You humiliated me at a restaurant. My throat hurt. What differentiated this place?" I tried to drive him inside by pushing my hips back, but he teased me. "Why won't you f**k me?" Whispered. My voice was too plaintive. "You misread." He grunted. "I'll fuck you, but not here," he whispered, putting his finger in my slippery canal. One by one, my pussy invaded his each finger, covering it in my fluids. He retreated and lathered my tight, puckered entrance each time. He said, "Are you a virgin?Has anybody other taken this cute ass? My ass and pussy trembled as his fingers left. I gasped at the harsh, stinging feeling on my face and lips. Before I could answer, he paddled me again and I wailed. "Reply." Another swat echoes in the dressing room. The shopkeeper definitely heard it. "Answer me. Has another guy fucked your ass?" Another harsh swat, and I wept while saying the words. "Ah! No!" "Good," he murmured, and I heard his pants unzipping slowly. I wish I could say I did what I did next to save my dignity, but I really wanted him to feel as embarrassed and unable to resist our chemistry as I was. I stood up and let my skirt fall about my legs. I got a quick glimpse of his face and dove for his cock with my lips wide open. I surprised him. I gripped his hips as he staggered against the wall. I escaped his grasp on my hair. In one fluid motion, his cock was in my mouth-large and hot, with the taste of sweet precum dripping onto my tongue and the smell of sweat and man going straight to my head-and I sucked it slowly. His hips buckled, and I sucked his cock, enjoying his wildness. He fucked my mouth once, twice, then again. I just needed the courage to grab him. I wanted him not like a man might want a woman he sees on the street. My pussy hurt as I squeezed his cock to milk his orgasm out of him. Above me, he grunted and tangled my hair. "Joyce," he hissed, and I cupped his balls in my other hand. I wanted to tell him to come in, but that would have meant letting him go. His power, wealth, and self-control were nothing against my mouth on his hard shaft. Since we met, he'd tried to dominate me emotionally, financially, physically, legally, and sexually, but I wouldn't give in. I moaned around the heavy shaft, swirling my tongue over the soft head as I withdrew, and he groan loudly. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and gently pulled on his sack. "Jesus!" His voice wasn't the smooth, controlled purr I was used to, and it infuriated me. I wanted him to cum so hard he screamed, like me. I wanted to swallow his penis to prove I'd beaten him this time. He was powerless. He'd live knowing I'd milked him dry and he'd been helpless. I jerked my head and tightened my grip on his shaft, consuming him as I squeezed and released, my tongue curling around his cock. He answered my small, insistent, rhythmic whimpers with his own. His balls bounced and surged in my hand, and his body jerked. After a wordless cry, he poured hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. Cum never tasted so sweet to me. Victory was sweet. I sucked more and more as his hips jerked and he moaned as I wrung him dry. Finished! He dropped his hands, releasing my hair. Unsatisfied, but I didn't mind for once. I'd finally beaten Luke King and taken control of my fate. I retreated, licked his cock one last time, and smiled. I cleaned my face and smiled as I watched the thick rod pulse with his heartbeat. I rubbed his thigh, admiring the muscles. I grimaced. Shaking under my hand. I glared at him, frowning. His expression froze my heart. He looked at me blankly. His green eyes were lowered, and his full mouth was parted, but not in pleasure. He looked devastated and panting. I grabbed his hand. "Luke?" Whispered. First time I used his name. He jerked awake and focused on my face. He said, "Don't." "Don't repeat." I stepped back as he shook his head. "I..." I froze. I wasn't meaning- He exited the dressing room and turned. I stood alone inside, feeling adrift. I just wanted to make him pay. I traumaticized him. Whoa!