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By:Natalie Deschain


“You’ve got tight legs, Kacie. You a cheerleader?”

I shook my head. “Softball and field hockey.”

“So you like to run,” he said, running his hands up, closer to my hips. “I could tell when you got out of the car. You’re all muscle. I like girls that way, nice and lean with a tight little ass, just like yours. You’re a virgin, eh?”

I nodded.

“Just technically a virgin, or the real thing?”

“Technically? I don’t understand.”

“You ever taken it in the ass? I bet all the boys think about your tight little ass.”

“No, sir,” I said. “I couldn’t do that. It’s dirty, and it hurts.”

“Who told you that?”

“My mom.”

“Ah. What about a blowjob? You ever sucked a boy off?”

I shook my head again.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never given a handy.”

As I shook my head, he laughed at me.

Standing up, he slipped a phone out of his pocket. “You’re too precious. Look at the camera for me.”

In the darkness of the abandoned weigh station, the flash hurt my eyes. I wondered how I must look, with my now tousled hair and my red-rimmed eyes. I could feel my mascara starting to run. All folded up on myself, with my hands behind my back. Something about knowing that my image had been captured in the camera made it worse, and I whimpered.

“Now, now,” he said, tracing his hand lightly over my shoulder, “Let’s not get upset. You’ve been a bad girl, and you need a punishment. What would you rather have, a little fun time with me, or a few months in lockup with lesbians from hell?”

I sniffed. “I don’t want to go to jail.”

His hand snaked under the hem of my shirt, and felt up my stomach, towards my chest.

“Feel that nice, tight belly,” he said. “What do you weigh, one twenty?”

“One fifteen.”

“A skinny little rail of a thing,” he said, moving his hand up.

I shuddered as his warm, rough fingers closed around my breast, pressing my nipple against his palm. To my surprise I felt it stiffen, tightening to a hard point under his touch.

“Oh, I think she likes it. This is just a perfect handful. Not too big, not too small. Don’t let anybody ever tell you they’re little, honey.”

“Okay,” I said, weakly. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to fuck you, sweetie.”

I jerked. “But it’ll hurt.”

“Not too much. I know what I’m doing.”

I looked over. “Do you have a condom?”

“No,” he laughed. “What would I need that for?

“But if you…” I trailed off.

“If I what?

“Do it. In me.”

“Do what?”

“Um,” I said, “ejaculate.”

He snorted. “Listen to you. What do you want to be when you grow up, missy? A nurse? A doctor?”

“I want to be a teacher.”

“Really. I think you’ll make a good one. Let’s see how you learn your lessons. I want you on your knees.”

He didn’t wait for me to reply. He took my arm and pulled me off the desk, and lowered me down. I would have fallen if not for his vice grip on my arm. The floor was cold and hard under my knees, dirty old linoleum. He wheel the chair around and sat down, and scooted up to me. Then he pulled down his zipper, and undid his duty belt and his regular one, and spread open his pants. A little adjustment, and he parted the flap on his boxers and pulled out his cock and balls. I’d never seen one in person before, so I gasped, feeling my cheeks burn. It was bigger than I thought it would be, and it wasn’t even hard yet, just laying there curved over his heavy balls. I felt a weird impulse to touch them, test their weight in my hand and squeeze. He had his phone in one hand.

“What do you want me to do?” I said.

“You’re going to suck my cock.”

“With my mouth?”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course, babe. It won’t be so bad. Just remember, good girls swallow, and you’re a good girl, right? Swallow everything that comes out.”

I trembled, looking at his member. My hands were still cuffed behind me, so I had to lean forward and use my lip to lift up the tip of his cock and open my lips around it, pulling into my mouth. He let out a soft groan, and it started to swell and stiffen, spreading open my jaws. When I sucked a little it got even harder, and when I ran my tongue around the tip, even harder still, until it rose to its full size, and hot and heavy. If felt completely different from what I expected, soft but rock hard inside, and the skin almost like velvet.

“Look at the camera for me, honey, and suck real hard.”