I breathed when I could as he set a steady pace, the juicy slurping and sucking sounds from my mouth echoing around us. Every once and a while, he'd seat himself so deep inside of my throat, my nose was covered by his balls. He would straighten up when he did this, taking turns slapping my breasts, twisting my nipples, and placing a hand over my throat to use me as a living fleshlight until my face went red.
I was sweating from the way he was handling me. My breasts were burning, my nipples were on fire and I was three seconds away from cumming harder than I had ever cum in my life.
He pulled out just enough to let me breathe, the gasps for air desperate and vital to keeping me from completely blacking out. He waited patiently while I caught my breath, his cock still in my mouth, the sensation becoming something I was more and more comfortable with. His hands traveled the parts of my body that were exposed to him. Grabbing and squeezing my breasts, the soft squish of my tummy and sides. Anything he could reach like he was memorizing my body.
It wasn't until he pulled my pajama bottoms down that I started struggling. The fact that I was getting off to this was my silent burden to bear but he was going to find out just how much I was enjoying this and I didn't want him to know.
I thrashed underneath him, earning harder pinches and slaps until he stretched my throat around his cock completely, grinding as deep as he could get while he pulled my bottoms down to my knees, a single finger tracing through my wetness.
Tears poured down my cheeks as the edges of my vision darkened, the slickened pad of his finger finding my clit and swirling hard around it. He backed out of my throat as I dug my fingernails into his thighs, turning my head to the side to gasp as more tears fell.
The shame that burned through me was at odds with the fact that I wanted this. I wanted this treatment so badly I had waited in the stairwell hoping this would happen. I didn't want him knowing how badly I wanted this but as he entered my dripping pussy with one of his fingers, he knew. There was nothing I could do to stop him from exploring my shame and desire while he resumed pumping in and out of my mouth.
He fingered my pussy in time with fucking my mouth, my moans becoming more desperate until he pushed another finger inside of me. I didn't want to cum on his fingers. I didn't want him ruining something else for me but I was careening out of control.
He pushed two fingers deep into me, curling them up and forcing them up and down in a harsh fashion. Soon the sounds of him fingering me mixed with the gurling sounds of him fucking my face. It was too much for me and before I knew it I was screaming around his cock, cumming harder than I thought possible while he was three knuckles deep in my pussy. He never stopped, making me squirt all over the stairwell and my pajama bottoms. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy to slap it hard, making me squeak around his cock that was pushed just far enough into my mouth to occasionally cut off my air. He took his time stuffing my pussy with his fingers, roughly fingering me before pulling out to smear the wetness of my cum around my clit before slapping it.
I was dizzy.
I don't know how long he fucked my face this time, drool covering my face and neck while he alternated before forcing himself deep into my throat, and fucking me roughly. All I know is that my mind went quiet for the first time in a month and my legs relaxed open while his fingers stayed inside of me.
I shivered in the cold of the stairwell while he tried to insert another finger into my tight channel, spitting on my pussy to add some lubrication. I moaned around his cock, spitting drool and precum across my neck while he successfully got the third finger in, deciding to roughly finger me again until I squirted again. I gurgled and struggled underneath him, listening to him tell me how much of a good whore I was until I blacked out from the weight of my orgasm. When I came back he had both hands on the sides of my face, holding me in place while he came down my throat. The swell of his cock against the tight walls of my throat made my stomach flip, the grunting sounds of him spilling his seed into my belly something that was intensely erotic.
He pulled out, slapping my face gently to make sure I was breathing until I gasped a full breath, awareness coming to my body in a way I'd never experienced. Everywhere he'd pinched and grabbed and slapped and stuffed felt raw and alive. He swiped the head of his cock on my lips, wiping off the last bit of cum and I cracked my eyes to watch him stick the fingers he had buried in my pussy into my mouth. All three fingers entered my throat without fighting or gagging. I fought against my gag reflex as the scent and taste of my desire mixed with his in my mouth. He swiped the pads of his fingers across my tongue before pulling out, straightening himself and putting his cock back into his pants.
I closed my eyes, panting hard.
I heard him move around as he rustled in my coat pockets. Asking my limbs to move was impossible, so I whimpered and begged him nonsensically not to take my wallet. I winced as he dropped it on top of me, making me open my eyes in a panic. I frantically searched through it to make sure that nothing was taken and by the time I realized that nothing was missing, he was walking down the stairs and I watched him put his fingers in his mouth, catching my eye before he turned out of sight.
I groaned, pulling my pants up. The cold wetness of my cum on them sticking to my skin as I carefully righted my jacked around me, tucking my wallet back into my coat pocket and numbly making my way to my apartment.
I fished for my keys and as I shoved the door open, I kicked it shut with relief as I slumped against it again. A peace had settled over me for the first time in a month and my fingers gingerly felt around my body, almost proud to find spots that were swollen and sensitive.
My apartment was quiet and still, the hum of the refrigerator almost pushing me to sleep while my body crashed from the experience. Shoving to my feet, I made sure the door was locked before shedding my clothes by the door and climbing into bed naked. I found one of my smaller dildos on the nightstand, squirt some lube on it and stuffed it inside of myself. I was careful to work it in, my pussy was raw and sensitive from the treatment under his hands but it was turning me on in a way I didn't care to analyze. The orgasm that followed was small but reassuring as I slipped into sleep with the dildo stretching me out.
The next morning came slowly as I opened my eyes, almost confused about where I was. The amber glow of sunset was filtering into my apartment and I frantically grabbed my phone.
I slept for almost 16 hours.
Stretching my arms overhead, parts of my body protested and I was instantly reminded of what happened.
Getting dressed was tough, bruises already starting to form on my breasts and I opted for no bra and an oversized sweatshirt while I padded downstairs to check the mail. A large package was stuffed into the opening of my mailbox and I cradled it under my arm while I grabbed the rest of my mail, curious about what it was.
Once I had gotten back inside my apartment, I dumped the mail and the package down, my mind quiet still. Being used like that excited me in a way I didn't understand and unlike the first time, I wasn't filled with panic after. It was a strange sort of peace.
I picked up the package, ripping it open and gasping in shock. I froze at the counter, my mouth dropping open while I turned the package upside down to dump its contents out.
The first thing to fall out was the same package of cookies, followed by a ridiculous sum of money, wrapped in perfectly measured bank wraps. I counted the bundles while my hands trembled, anxiety buzzing inside of me as I counted almost five thousand dollars in hundreds.
I backed away from the counter frantically as if the money had grown teeth, my shaking hand covering my mouth as I stumbled into the fridge.
I was in
so
much trouble.
