Forced Blowjob Story
As a bondage storyline, the “man in her home grabs her, ties her, forces her, scares her, shows her the best time ever, turns out he was really her husband / friend / invited fantasy figure” theme can be overused. And it has been, oh yes. But I liked some of the imagery in this version by Tess Darcy: Andrej. And who doesn’t love a good forced blowjob?
“Come here and stand in front of me. Turn around. Yes, just like that. Put your hands behind your back and lock your fingers together. Good girl.”
The sound of tape being ripped from the roll immediately precedes him grabbing my wrists and encircling them tightly with the thick silvery length. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper slowly opening follows. He seems to be in no rush, as if he has all the time in the world.
When he turns me around to face him, he is completely naked. Though his body is tight and lean, his completely engorged cock is where my focus seems to remain. I am too fearful to look into his eyes now, seeing how the evidence of my submission excites him, I find myself not having the faintest inkling of what I can or should do.
He sits back in my chair, “Kneel in front of me. Suck my cock.” I can’t help but hesitate and immediately know I’ve made a mistake, as he rises and grabs my long hair at the base of my neck, holding my head back, he pushes me to my knees. “Don’t ever make me have to tell you anything twice again. Now suck it.”
Tears well in the corners of my eyes, but I use the considerable will that I still manage to possess and I repeat over and over in my head – I will not cry, I will not. My hands bound behind my back have me confused and off balance and I struggle to maneuver his erection over my lips.
Once it is fully in my mouth, so warm and hard, I decide to give him the best head I have ever given, hoping that this will hasten his orgasm and end my ordeal. I pool as much saliva into my mouth as I can and soak his cock in it, allowing my mouth to flow smoothly over his thick shaft.
I try to use all skills I’ve mastered over the years, remembering to keep it wet, wet, wet, to repeat the same movements over and over, and then switch, from moving up and down his entire to length to sucking greedily at the head and switch again to licking with the flat of my tongue. When I take his balls, one at a time, into my mouth and let them roll over my tongue, he grunts loudly and grabs my head, guiding me back to his shaft for a short time.
I think he is about to explode, when he suddenly shouts, “Stop. Get up.” I do, I have already learned not to disobey him. He rises as well, grabs me by my neck, terrifying me, and shoves me onto the bed on my belly.
Found at The Kristen Archives.
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