Star
As I stood in the center of the lounge, waiting for Tank’s command, I couldn’t help but notice two things. The first was just how tipsy I’d gotten. The second was a curiosity at why he hadn’t just taken me in the way he clearly wanted. So far, he’d only made me … perform for him. I knew that it was just a matter of time before he took my virginity.
And, as strange as it might sound, I was getting to the point where I wanted him to. I’d gotten so used to pleasing him that it seemed to only make sense that I continue to please him in whatever way I could. This thought was a little frightening to me—was I starting to see myself as the piece of property I’d been sold as?
“Come here,” said Tank, beckoning me over with a flick of his fingers.
I walked over to him slowly, stopping only a few feet away from him.
“Let’s start with a lap dance,” he said, his face impassive.
He flicked on the music, which sounded like Prince. The sleazy, sultry music played at a loud volume, and I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to let my body follow the beat. Soon, I began to rock my hips back and forth in time to the music, letting it flow through me. First, I danced in front of Tank, letting him get a long look at my body in motion. Part of me still went on alert at being objectified like this, but as our sessions went on, I found myself more and more enjoying his attention, enjoying his eyes on me, enjoying knowing that the mere sight of my exposed flesh was enough to get Tank unspeakably aroused. I’d never felt this kind of pull over a man before, and I was starting to like it.
I continued to dance, eventually closing the distance between him and me, squatting down just a bit and lowering myself to his eye level. Dancing still felt a little awkward, but I was getting the hang of it. It was almost as though I had a natural sense of just how to move my body, and all it took was Tank slowly chipping away at my inhibitions. And, of course, the wine helped a bit.
Moving closer to Tank, I dipped my ass onto his crotch, rubbing my rear against him. Through the thick denim of his jeans, I could feel his penis turn hard, like a sharp bump under the fabric of his pants. A strange sort of warmth began to radiate out from me; it felt … good to know I was turning him on so much.
Tank put his hands on my hips as I ground against him, and I reached back to undo the clasps of my bra. Once it was done, I pulled the bra off and tossed it aside before turning and exposing my bare breasts to him. His eyes locked onto my boobs right away and that same warmth in me began to grow as he eyed my nipples hungrily. Then, taking a breast in each hand, he pressed his mouth to one nipple, then the other. Goddamn, it felt good. He lashed the sensitive skin of my nipples with his tongue, and I couldn’t help but let a little moan slip out of my lips.
But before I could get too turned on, he spoke again.
“Get on your knees.”
I obeyed. I was now so close to his crotch that I could see his cock tenting the denim of his jeans.
“Take it out.”
I took in a deep breath, my heart racing as I went to work on his belt buckle and zipper. Once those were taken care of, I yanked down his jeans. My eyes went wide; if the mass straining against his black boxer-briefs was any indication, his manhood must have been absolutely enormous. I slipped my fingers underneath his waistband and pulled down.
Sure enough, it was absolutely enormous.
“You know what to do with that?” he asked, looking down at me.
“Um, I—”
“Don’t talk,” he said. “Just do.”
I gulped, turning my attention back to his penis. I sized the thing up, trying to figure out how to best start. Just like I was a virgin with regular sex, blowjobs were also something I had zero experience with. I knew I needed to put my mouth on it, but that was as far as my understanding went.
Might as well start and figure it out from there, I thought.
I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around the thick girth of Tank’s cock, stroking it slowly as I prepared myself to take it into my mouth. Moving closer, I breathed in, taking in the strangely attractive musk of Tank’s manhood. Then I pressed my lips against his head. I just kissed it at first, figuring that would be a good place to start. Then I opened my mouth, letting my tongue slowly move over the surface of his cock. I paid most of my attention to his head, having heard once from a more experienced high school friend of mine that it was where men liked to be touched.
I licked and kissed him as I continued to stroke his cock, now getting into something of a rhythm. But I knew that eventually, I was going to have to take him into my mouth.
Now or never, I thought.
I opened my mouth and brought it over Tank’s cock, wrapping my lips tightly around the ridge of his head. I held it there for a moment, getting used to the feeling of him in my mouth. Then I began to use my tongue, moving it along the ridge of his cock. Tank took in a slow breath through his nostrils, and I took this to mean that I was doing something right. I kept my hand stroking him as I held him in my mouth, giving his cock a good, firm tug.
Tank ran his hands through my hair, getting a better look at the sight of me with a mouthful of him. I moved my head down, taking more and more of him into my mouth. Soon, I had half of his length in my mouth, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take any more. I moved my head back, taking his cock out of my mouth and catching my breath.
Okay, I thought, just keep doing that.
I went back to work. I opened my mouth and took him again, this time going fully down his length and bobbing back up, repeating the motion over and over. It was a little tricky to balance this with the stroking of my other hand, but I was getting the hang of it. Eventually, I was able to suck him at a steady pace, and Tank’s breathing began to quicken. I didn’t know if he was going to cum in my mouth, but I prepared myself for the possibility.
After a few more minutes of this, Tank wrapped his hand in my hair and gently led me back up to my feet. I looked down at his massive cock, which was now slick and sheened with saliva. He stood up, staring down hard at me.
Then, something strange came over me, some sort of all-consuming passion that I couldn’t ignore. Looking up into Tank’s piercing eyes, I stood on my tiptoes, and brought his lips to mine, kissing him hard. He went along with it for a time, even returning the kiss. But before it could turn into anything more than that, Tank’s body tensed up. He placed hands on my hands and forcefully moved me away from him. His face was now in an expression of something resembling anger.
Had I done something wrong?
“Don’t ever do that again,” he said, his voice stern.
“Do … what?” I asked.
“No kissing,” he said. “Rule number fucking one.”
“What?” I said, stepping back from him. “Why?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” he said, standing firm.
He picked up the remote and killed the music. Then he pulled up his pants, zipped up, and did his belt.
“That’s enough for tonight,” he said.
Then he turned and headed out of the room, leaving me standing there as alone and confused as ever.