Page 11 of Obnoxious Bad Boy

“Shh, calm down. I know it’s big, but you can take it,” Vex says, and his finger slides in alongside the hot cock before pulling at my cheek. I know I must look ridiculous, but it doesn’t matter, because if that’s what he wants to see, I’m ready to give it to him.

But it is big. Thick, throbbing with heat in my mouth, and as much as I try to let it in my throat, every time the cockhead pushes on, I gag. Which is… embarrassing, because I want to please him. I want him to invite me here again. He is a fucking work of art, and now I know his dick is one too.

I slide my hand up his stomach, over the ridges of muscle damp with sweat.

I grunt my approval around his dick.

I’m startled when he catches my wrists, holding them on his stomach while his hips move, jabbing into my mouth. And while my eyes water from the constant gagging, I don’t want to look away from the hunk who chose me as his toy for the evening.

I am not passing up on this opportunity just because he might never want to talk to me again.

“See? You’re already doing better. I give it a week, and you’ll be deepthroating like it’s nothing,” Vex says, pulling his teeth over his plump lip.

Because that’s what I am now. His plaything. I don’t have coursework or exams. I live to please him.

Also, he’s talking about a week. Am I good enough for him to want to see me again? He was the one to invite me here tonight, and in hindsight, I can see that he’d planned this. He locked that door with full intention of fucking me.

I whimper-gag when he pushes his dick in all the way and my nose meets his trimmed pubes. He smells like pure arousal. I want him to come, I want to see his face when cum shoots out of his dick. I bet he’ll be a masterpiece.

But then I’m gagging again, and when he pulls out, his hard shaft leaving my mouth, I follow it like some beggar until he stops me with a tug on the hair. “Maybe next time,” he says before pulling me up by the shoulder. My head spins so fast I would have fallen over if it wasn’t for the strength of his arms. But then I’m facing the freezer again, and he’s opening my pants. “You know what I’m gonna do instead?”

Okay. This is happening.

My toes curl.

While in no way expecting any of this, I made sure I’m extra clean before coming to see him, which is a blessing. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that. Sometimes I take an extra step before parties, just in case there’s an opportunity for my ass to get some action. Nothing like that ever happens, but I’ve always found it hot to think that it could, and that I’d be ready.

I glance at the padlock holding the freezer shut as he pulls my pants down along with my underwear. I can only hope he likes what he sees.

“Come in me?” I whisper, overwhelmed when his saliva-slicked dick brushes my buttock. I can still taste him on my tongue, and there’s a bit of soreness at the back of my throat. I can’t believe the dick rubbing my skin has moved up and down my tongue less than a minute ago. It’s exhilarating, and as Vex gives my ass a little swat, I climb to my toes, eager for him. So maybe I’m a little worried it might hurt, but I know what I want, and if he wants my cherry, he can have it.

“I’m using a condom,” he says, rubbing my back up and down, “but I’m definitely coming inside you. I can’t wait to be the first guy to put my dick in that tight little ass,” he says, spreading my buttocks. The touch of cool air on my hole is shocking, but I bite my lip and focus on the throbbing in my own dick.

“Have you fingered yourself, needy boy?” he asks, then spits on my hole, and teases it with his fingertip.

I’m so torn between wanting sex with him and the encroaching sense of intimidation, but I spread my legs a bit wider anyway. My shoulders are rigid, and even though I know how penetration feels, I’ve only ever fingered myself. I’ve never had anything as big as his cock inside me, and what if I don’t like it? What if it does hurt? What if I’m too tight and he can’t get it in me?

And yet like the bitch in heat that I’ve become, I rock against his fingers, yearning for them to push inside, so he can show me what another man’s touch can do to me.

Vex laughs. It’s a raspy, pretty sound I wish to cradle against me. “I’m gonna get you addicted to my cock. You’ll be begging for it between classes.”

I stiffen at the click of plastic signifying he’s opened lube, and moments later, it drizzles between my buttocks, cold enough to make me shiver. Without warning, he screws his slippery finger inside, making me moan and buck my hips. I never thought I could make sounds like this, yet here I am.

“I don’t… I mean… Is there something you… want me to do?” I mumble and he pushes my pants to my ankles with his free hand. As soon as I step out of them with the one foot that isn’t wearing a shoe anymore, he pushes my legs wider apart with his knee.

“Yeah. Take my dick and tell me how much you like it. I know there’s a little slut hiding in here,” he says, tapping my head as I get used to the presence of his thick finger, “And I want to see you moaning and panting. Because you want to ride my dick, right?” he asks and leans over me, wordlessly prompting me to rest my bare chest on the freezer. The padlock and chain are cold against my skin, but my nipples are perky, and when I rub them gently against the buzzing appliance, the motion makes my cock tap against it.

“Yes. I’m just… a bit shy about it,” I mumble even though it’s a ridiculous thing to say when bent over a freezer, ass in the air and fingered by a guy I’ve barely talked to.

Oh God.

We did only exchange less than ten words before today.

My para-social relationship with Vex doesn’t mean anything in the real world, because it’s one-sided.

I stop thinking about pointless things like that when he pushes in another finger. “Oh, fuck yes!” I groan, rocking my ass back. I need to forget my inhibitions. “It’s true. I want cock, and I want it bad. And I want yours more than any other.”

“You watch me on social media, don’t you? Long time fan?” he whispers, turning his digits inside me. He holds me down with the other hand, and I stay put the way he wants me to. After all, I’m his personal sex doll, and what he says goes.