1) I like It

I nod as he continues to finger fuck me. "Yes I like it."

He lets go of me. For a moment, I'm free. But as quick as he releases me, he spins me around to face him. He is young, and despite a small scar on his cheek, he looks less thuggish than I expected. The man smiles and closes in until our noses touch. He stares at me. His pupils are piercing, and his gaze is intense, like a tractor beam, drawing me close even though I only want to run.

He rests a finger on my lower lip. "Open."

"What?"

"Taste yourself."

I recoil in horror. The man's eyes narrow, stitching his bushy eyebrows together. Knowing I must please him, I reluctantly open my mouth and lean forward. My bodily scent is on his finger, and I can taste my bitter juices as I take him into my mouth.

"See. Your body never lies."

It's bizarre having someone's finger in your mouth. It feels alien and most uncomfortable. Daniel has never done it. Even the dentist uses tools to explore your mouth.

He starts fucking my mouth. His fingertips hit the back of my throat, and it causes me to gag.

I cough and gag as he ventures too far into my throat. I accidentally close my mouth and must bite him because he clips across the back of my head. "Don't bite."

I stand there and take it, trying not to vomit.

He slowly removes his saliva-coated finger from my mouth. The bastard swipes himself dry on my cheek as I struggle to catch my breath.

"It's time for you to taste me."

My heart sinks. He doesn't care about me. I resent him. In fact, I hate him.

"I said..."

"OK. But let's go back to your room."

Does Preeti suck his cock on the dance floor or in private somewhere else? Or is she somehow going to get ****? Vote and make suggestions below.