Be a good gurl.

You look into Brad's piercing blue eyes and you realize you have already said, 'yes I will be your good gurl,' without ever opening your mouth. Brad is a lot of things, but unperceptive is not one of them. He knows you are bone chillingly scared. He knows you feel so much safer submitting, especially to a big strong alpha male like him. He knows you are confoundingly turned on by wearing your sister's squirt-stained panties and a full slutty outfit to match. He knows you will retreat to the safety of 'pretending' to be his gurl, 'not' because you to get off on the twisted taboo thrill of it, but because you are just trying to get him to protect you.

Brad let's you off the hook surprsingly easy. He says, "Good gurl," and crushes his lips into yours. You don't know what you expected when you came to surrender to your bully today. Maybe a beating...maybe you even suspected a possible sexual favor might have to be paid, even if you couldn't admit it to yourself. What you never would have, COULD have expected is Brad passionately feeding you his tongue while his hands knead the moans out of your doughy cheeks or that you would be sucking on his tongue and grinding your puny, pantied thigh against his thicc thigh like a bitch in heat.

SMAAAAACK

Brad slaps you so hard your head THONKS against the wall and you slide down the wall dizzy and dazed. He sneers down at you, "How'd you like your first kiss, fag? The next one better be to my cock. And if you tell anyone I kissed you, I'll break your jaw." You wonder how he knew it really was your first kiss. You wonder if he can tell that the sting of his slap feels perversely pleasant lingering on your cheek? You wonder if he can tell you're in love with him? You pull his cock out and it lands on your face with a SMACK and you wonder how you will fit it all in your throat?

You discover quickly that where there's a will, there's a way. Not your will, of course. No, you gamely climbed his mountainous manhood one slobbery, sucking kiss and long, luscious lick at a time and wrapping your pretty pink lips around his spongy cockhead and try to find how many licks it takes to get to the creamy center, but a few inches of sucking slavishly down his pole had you gagging and sputtering and stalling out. Fortunately, Brad had more power and will than your puny gag reflex as he grabs your head and forces you balls deep on his dick. You pistons you on his prick like a fleshlight, and you can tell neither of you are going to last long without bursting something.

You are more than a little shocked that you cum first. Your untouched cock spurts your shameful slime leaving your sister's silk panties sticky and sopping. You never had never cum harder than you do sucking a cock, your body going into sissy spasms milking Brad's hot load down your throat and in your mouth. You greedily guzzle it down, making piggish snorts as you catch the overflow in your hands and lap it up. You feel so dick dumb and depraved. You can't fathom how you went from straight virgin to slutty sissy cocksucker all before lunch, but you are still to cum high to care.

You have to cum down sometime though. Brad wipes his slimy shaft on your cheek and says, "Cool. Your sister sucks dick better than you, but you might get better than her with practice. You're doing this every morning from now on. You can wear the clothes home." That's when the shame and regret and baffling confusion hit. You can't begin to process what you've done, what you will have to keep doing, and so many questions plague you.

Why you are still so horny? How you are going to get home to change without being discovered? Why you can't stop thinking about how good Brad's hands felt on your ass? And would his cock feel any better inside it? And if you ask him real nice, will he fuck you so hard you don't have to think about anything for awhile? Or should you go home and quit while you're behind.