Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 14

Instead she added her hand, using her right hand to pump up and down on the spit slick shaft while she used her

mouth to concentrate on the head of his cock. This got the reaction she was looking for, and after only 30

seconds he was groaning and moaning, obviously enjoying it. He kept quiet enough to keep Violet from freaking

out, but only just. "That's a good cunt," he whispered. "You're a good little cocksucker aren't you. You're my good

little cocksucker. Keep it up and... Ughhhh... he moaned, and then pressed her head down, forcing more of his

cock into her mouth so she couldn't pull away as he started to cum.

The first spurt surprised her, and by the second she had to swallow if she didn't want the third to spill out of her

lips or shoot out her nose, but by the fourth or the fifth her mouth was no longer in danger of overflowing, and

she swallowed it like a good girl. Reflecting on the taste for the moment she decided that she neither loved nor

hated it. The consistency was the worst part, but she wouldn't mind doing this again, especially if it was

somewhere where no one could see her being a slut. She cleaned his now shrinking cock, easily sucking the

whole thing into her mouth once it was soft, before tucking it away into his underwear, and sitting up. Once she

could see the theater again, she was only slightly surprised to see that a crowd hadn't gathered, and that no one

else was waiting for their turn with her. They'd risked being caught, but won the bet.

What did surprise her was that after he had zipped up his pants, James pulled her close and held her, almost

romantically and then kissed her on the top of her head. "You see," he whispered, not taking his eyes off the

movie screen, "When you're a good girl, you get treated like one." Violet thought that his definition of good could

use a little refinement, but it did feel nice to be held like this. She hadn't been on an actual date in a long time,

and even with his fucked up games, this had otherwise been a really nice night. She wished she could do it more

often, but she immediately regretted that impulse; if she went on dates with James more often, then he would

just find new and terrible things to do to her until he got bored of her. How much damage would he do her life

before he found a new toy to play with? Violet let these thoughts circle in her head as she blankly watched the

last twenty minutes of the movie, but reached no conclusions. As the credits started to roll they got up, and left

the theater without comment. She'd liked her trip to the movies more than she thought, but she had no idea

what she had just watched. If anyone had asked her to explain the plot, she doubted she would be able to make

up anything that made much sense. On the walk back, they exchanged small talk, and Violet didn't notice that

her date was taking her on a particularly circuitous route through the park. It wasn't until he shushed her and

stepped into the bushes that she anything seemed amiss. She hesitated a moment, looking around to make sure

no one was watching, and then went into the underbrush against her better judgment. If she'd learned one thing

tonight, it was that doing what she was told was best when it cto James. She followed him through the

shadow, ready for anything, but found him stopped at a tree, looking out past the bushes into a clearing beyond.

Violet stopped next to him and looked where he looked. Even though she'd been ready for an ambush or a gang

bang or god knows what, what she saw still surprised her a little bit. Behind the public restrooms for this side of

the park, there were two people having sex. They were already locked for the night, and the park had been

closed for hours, so what were they doing there? "How did you know they'd be here?" She whispered, but James

merely shushed her and kept his eyes fixed on the couple.

The Woman was standing, legs shoulder width apart with a miniskirt bunched up around her waist while the man

fucked her from behind. It was hard to know what to make of the scene. She looked slutty, and he looked like a

man twice her age that had seen better days. Were they homeless, she wondered? Whoever they were to each

other, he didn't last very long. After less than a minute of wheezing and grunting, he blew his load, pulled out,

tossed the condom he'd been using and then walked away zipping up his pants.

So she was a prostitute then, Violet thought to herself. That was confirmed a moment later when another man

walked out of the shadows across the clearing from where they were hiding, brandishing a couple bills. "Ready

for another go," he asked as if already knew what the answer would be. She took the bills, handed him a

condom, and then once it was on, she turned back around and put her hands on the wall unenthusiastically and

steeled herself for another round. It was only after her second client started fucking her that Violet noticed other

men, loitering the darkness nearby.

It wasn't quite a line. It was more like an audience waiting for their turn. The sight disgusted her almost as much

as it aroused her. On the one hand she felt for that poor woman having to resort to something like this to make

ends meet, but on the other she wondered how it would feel to have a dozen men watching her getting fucked.

Sucking James' cock in the theater must have messed up something in her head, because before tonight the

idea never would have turned her on. That was when she felt James' hands on her. "Do you know what the only

difference between her and you is, cunt?" He asked, groping her tits through the dress. He didn't wait for a

response, instead growled, "The only difference between that cheap whore out there and the cheap whore in

front ofis that anyone can use her if they've got a few bucks, but only | get to decide who uses you."

"I'm not a whore," Violet said, louder than she meant to. She would never be like that woman, she thought to

herself, even as part of her already knew that she was.

"Wrong answer cunt," James growled, flipping the switch back on, on the vibrator hiding deep inside her, as he

tightened the grip on her other tit with his remaining hand. "Fight all you want, but you can't fightand your

body. It knows what it wants even if you don't." The way James held her against the tree, it made it impossible

for her to bring her hands up to cover her mouth as she gasped in pleasure. But it didn't stop with just a gasp.

Soon, the pleasure was rising, and the moans were impossible to contain. He'd be toying with her all night, and

even though he'd cum forty minutes ago, she'd had no relief.

"Please... Mmmhhm... please don't do this to me. Not here. People will hear us... they'll ahhh..." Violet tried to

keep a grip on herself, but her self control was fading. She couldn't fight against something she wanted, and she

desperately wanted to cum. "L-lets go back to ... unhhh... your p-place," she said finally, hating herself a little for

it, "and... you can f-fuckanyway you want..." Her body was trembling now, and her breathing was ragged,

she shut her eyes, blocking out the sight of stranger fucking as well avoiding the eyes of anyone that noticed her

predicament; either one of those things would have been enough to push her over the edge.

"Poor little whore," James said, mocking her. "You don't know your place and you can't control your body. You're

fucking pathetic. Why don't you just beg me. It's all you're good for. Begto take out your little toy and we'll

see if we can't play a different gthat's more your speed."

"Mmmmhmmm... P-Please... mahhhbh... please take out the v-v-vibrator. Please don't makecum where these

men can see me..." Violet begged, feeling her orgasm approaching, even as he hiked up her skirt higher than

necessary, and started to pull down her panties, in the shadows of their hiding place in the park. "Please don't

makecum on this toy," she continued, hoping her urgency would spur him on. "Please letcum on your

cock instead."