Page 70 of M!lked For His Pleasure

He stopped the SUV in front of the door and jumped out. Looking back at me, he swept his arm out in a grand gesture. “Welcome to my love shack. Now get your ass out here.”

I fumbled with the door before opening it and hopping out. I really, really didn’t want to follow this creep into his sleazy “love shack”. He grabbed my arm and yanked me along behind him. After unlocking the door, he reached to the side, and I blinked in the sudden bright light.

Yep. He’d definitely brought other women out here. The large bed sitting centre stage had me tensing up. When I glanced around, there wasn’t much else to see. A bar and a couple of chairs. And that damn bed.

Mike must have a stereo system hooked up because the sudden music had me jumping. “Come on, babe. I want my own private lap dance.” He strutted to the bed, dropped on the edge, and waved me over.

“Can’t we just get this over with?”

“I want the whole deal. Now show me those moves, sugar tits.” Mike lost his smarmy smile and patted the bed with a glare. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

Swallowing the bile threatening to choke me, I closed my eyes and pretended to be back on stage at the club. I kicked off my sandals and when I swayed my hips in time to the music, Mike let out a short cheer. “That’s it. Now let’s see some skin.”

A thought struck. The more turned on he got, the faster this would be over. With that in mind, I threw off my shirt and worked at giving the best performance of my life. I was shaking my ass, throwing slow high kicks, spreading my legs, giving him small glimpses and touching myself all over.

I unclipped my bra and let it fall forward, revealing my breasts to his lecherous stare. Dropping to the floor, I crawled toward him, then ran my hands from his ankle upward. So far, I had done nothing I wouldn’t do at the club.

My hand shook as I rubbed it against the bulge in his pants, then popped the snap open. I yanked on either side until they parted and revealed the black boxers he wore underneath. I rubbed him through the soft material, feeling the dampness of pre-cum before backing up and getting to my feet.

Giving him my back, I swayed my hips and tugged my skirt down until I was standing in nothing but my black boy-shorts.

Was it worse that Mike was actually a good-looking guy? He could have any piece of ass he wanted. His cock, from what I’d felt, was nothing to be ashamed of. Why the fuck would he stoop to this shit?

I gave my head a shake and got back in the game. He easily laid back when I pressed against his shoulders. Climbing on, I rode his cock like there was nothing between us. Grabbing his hands, I placed them on my breasts. He immediately pinched and tugged on my nipples.

I looked straight ahead, not wanting to see his hands on my body as I continued to grind against him.

He sat up and pulled his polo shirt over his head. “Okay,” he growled out. “Enough playing. I want you to suck my dick like a good little slut. I heard all about your skill from Brad.”

My body froze up. Straight up refused to cooperate. Mike pushed me to the side and stood up to take the rest of his clothes off.

“Get on your knees, whore,” he growled.

My body still refused to work. I couldn’t hold back a small squeal when he grabbed my ankle and yanked me off the bed to land in a heap on the floor. My head was down when he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked me upward, forcing me to look at his ugly sneer. I should have expected the slap, but it still shocked me. Pain exploded on the right side of my face.

“If you bite me, I’ll fucking kill you, and nobody will ever find your body. Got it?”

I’d barely managed to nod my head with his tight grip, still holding me hostage before he was shoving his cock against my lips. Another slap across the cheek. My hands landed on top of his thighs as I ineffectively tried to get some distance.

“Open up and suck, you worthless cunt.”

What choice did I have? There was nobody to hear me scream. No help was coming. And I’d agreed to this. I opened my mouth.

He shoved his way past my lips, as deep as he could go, using my hair as reins to move me where he wanted. I fought not to throw up. Choking to death on my vomit while being forced to give head did not seem like a good way to die.

Tears streamed down my face as he fucked in and out of my mouth. Saliva dripped out of my mouth as he rammed against my gag reflex over and over. I tried everything I could think of to distance myself from the experience. Tried blocking out thegrunting and groaning coming from Mike. But the pain kept dragging me back. Of fucking course, I wasn’t lucky enough to run afoul of a one pump chump. Looked like Mike had some stamina.

He finally pulled his dick out of my mouth. I sucked in huge lungs full of air and wiped at the mess of saliva. He pushed my head to the side and released his hold before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Climb on bitch. I want to watch those big titties bouncing while you fuck me.” God, I wanted to punch his smug face, but I knew that would only bring more problems. “Get yourself wet. I don’t want to fuck a dry hole,” Mike ordered.

“At least put a condom on,” I pleaded. God only knows what diseases this piece of shit could give me. I used the edge of the bed to pull myself up. Something told me that if I didn’t listen to his instructions, things could get even worse for me.

“Thanks for reminding me,” he said. “Grab one from my wallet. Wouldn’t want to bring any of your diseases home to the little wifey.”

Yeah, cause that’s what I was worried about. I scooped up his pants and rifled through his wallet until I had a gold foil square in hand.

“Hurry it up and get it on,” Mike grouched. “I don’t have all night.”

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