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That's Definitely Not What He Came For

David leaned back down over top of her and propped himself up on his elbows.  In this position, it was harder for her to stroke him and so she just held her hand still as he began to thrust his hips back and forth, f*cking her right hand.

After a few moments he sat back up and she began to once again stroke him. With her left hand, she and began to undo his belt, knowing that what she was about to attempt was precisely what he had come for.

"STOP!" he told her forcefully, before getting up off of her completely and standing next to the couch, his belt now undone.

"Come over here," he instructed her, moving to an open spot in the middle of the living room.

She hesitantly raised up off the couch, pulled her skirt back down, and followed him. She leaned in, trying to kiss his neck, but he pushed her away. Putting a hand on each of her shoulders, he began to push her downward.

"On your knees, right here." He instructed, pointing at the floor. The forcefulness in his voice suggested to her that she'd better comply before he got angry or worse, violent.

Had he known just how inebriated she was, he would have known he didn't have to be forceful. At this point, she would have obediently knelt before him after nothing more than a simple compliment.

"I want you to look me  in the eyes as you do this, understand?"

Deep inside she was now not only nervous but also scared. She knew what was about to happen and she was completely unsure if she wanted to continue, yet she didn't have the clarity of mind to say no. Besides, if she would have been sober she still probably wouldn't have resisted, believing that unless she wanted something violent to happen to her, she didn't have a choice.

He sensed subtle apprehension and responded in a soft whisper, "Don't worry, I promise to be gentle."

She didn't know whether to believe him or not. After all, he wasn't much more than a complete stranger to her.

As she continued to nervously look up at him, he pulled down his pants and boxer-briefs. Free of its confines,  his massive, throbing, rock hard manhood bounced in front of her, the tip actually bumping the end of her nose one time.

Currently on her knees with her butt resting on her calves, she observed that if she were to raise herself up off her butt, his shaft would be exactly even with her mouth.

With her hand nervously shaking and fear in her heart, she let the alcohol convince her to do just that.

She raised up so that she was even with his throbbing seven inches of manhood, as she also took hold of it, guiding it towards her lips.

Seeing her freshly painted fingers around his manhood reminded her of all the times she had seen those same femininely manicured fingers around her own rod.

Remembering how much pleasure those fingers had given her own member, turned her on even more. This gave her a stronger desire to continue.

She closed her eyes, and  took a deep breath, her nostrils filling with his pungent, musky, manly odor, even stronger than what she had tasted on her hand before.

This caused her to gag. She rested back down on her calves, but only for a moment. Thoughts of waking up in the hospital, beaten, bruised and still dressed like Brittney caused her to take another deep breath, and letting it out before raising back up, parting her lips and allowing him to slip the tip of his penis inside.

He moaned, instructed her to look up at him, and began to give her encouragement. "That's a good girl. You're doing good you little prissy, sissy, little, cock-sucking, cum dumpster. Now, gently lick it, " he coached.

As the effects of the alcohol were beginning to wear down, Brittney found that she had come too far to quit now. She knew that if she were to try to quit, David would be highly upset and who knows what he might do to her.

Would he beat her until she passed out, leaving her to lie there unconscious until her mom got home and discovered her cross-dressing secret? She knew there was no way she could allow her mom to ever find out what she was doing, home alone, so she decided the only thing she could do was follow his instructions.

She placed both hands around him, one on each of his bare butt cheeks, closed her eyes and tried to block out what she was actually doing as she began to slowly lick up and down the underside of his musky shaft. The  taste that she encountered was even stronger than what was on her hand, causing her to heave once again.

Brittney had to quickly tell herself  everything would be okay and tried to convince herself that the taste wasn't that bad, fearing that she otherwise might end up puking.

Taking a deep breath in order to try to get used to the disgusting smell and taste of his rod, Brittney deposited a large amount of spit onto his penis, getting it nice and wet before finally sliding her mouth down around it and allowing about two inches to disappear inside.

Immediately, David flexed his hips, forcing himself all the way in, while simultaneously placing his hands on the back of her head so that she couldn't pull away.

This happened too quickly, taking her by surprise. The tip of his member touched the back of her throat, causing her gag reflex to forcefully engage and her stomach to expel pizza, stomach acid, and alcohol all over his rod, scrotum, and thighs.

David loosened his grip on her head, just enough for her to back away, but not so far as to allow the whole thing to exit her mouth. He then flexed his hips, thrusting himself back down her throat as far as he could go, so far that his scrotum smacked the underside of her chin.

This happened, in and out, three or four more times before she finally thought to herself, f*ck it, and gave in, tighten her mouth around him in a sucking motion as she bobbed her head up and down on his shift, every thrust causing the head of his member to smack the back of her throat.

She could feel her large earrings violently swinging back and forth with each thrust. A sensation that reminded her of just how girly she was dressed and how femininely attractive she looked in those clothes.

These thoughts helped encourage her to continue pleasuring him with her mouth.

Finally, David stopped thrusting as she took full control of the motions, still gagging each time his manhood reached the back of her throat, causing her to quickly pull back before she sucked it back in and gagged again.

"Just do the head," David softly suggested.

Brittney pulled back so that just the head was now in her mouth. 'What am I doing... I like girls, not boys. I'm a boy who likes dressing up and pretending to be a girl, but I'm not gay,' she told herself as she now made shorter up and down thrusts with her head, sucking on only the head of his cock. This isn't me. I can't really be doing this, she told herself.

"Oh...Baby, that feels so good. You sure you haven't done this before, because you suck dick like a two dollar whore on the first of the month, with bills to pay. . . Okay, now slowly try to ease your mouth down around the whole thing again.

With only a slight hesitation, Brittney once again placed her mouth around the shift as far as she could, and as she felt the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged once more.

Quickly pulling back, she completely removed his penis from her mouth and dropped her gaze to the floor as she spoke, "I'm sorry, but I... I can't do this. I'm sorry."