Better submit, before he hurts you

You know arguing or pleading will not help you. Lucas is a violent idiot who thinks with his cock. You could try to beat him or call Eric for help, but this would only result in him freaking out and maybe hurting you. As long as he has you by the throat, it is probably better to submit to him until there is a way out. With a tear in the eye you carefully lower yourself.

“Good bitch,” Lucas praises you sarcastic, “are you waiting for an invitation? Start pleasing my cock, stupid whore!”

He isn’t moving a finger, so you assume he considers it to be your duty to unbutton his pants. At least he lets go of your throat while you are down on the floor. Unwilling and hesitating, you open his pants and let his cock out. Looking at his fast-growing cock, you must say, it is nothing special. It’s not tiny, but still a little less than average. If he wouldn’t be such an asshole, Lucas probably could please a girl. At least as long as she isn’t a cock hungry slut.

“Are you making holiday down there?” Lucas shouts angry and slaps you hard on the cheek, “make my premium sized cock happy, stupid slut. It is an honor for a whore like you taking care of something this big.”

This guy obviously has some serious inferiority complexes. But he is still violent and stronger, so you can’t try to talk this out. You begin to stoke the cock a little to get it to full erection. It should buy you some time, but Lucas is not only an asshole, he violent and impatient. He brutally grabs your hair and pulls it closer to his penis. It hurts and you are **** to open your mouth and swallow his cock. You move quickly up and down and listen concentrated to Lucas moans. The last thing you want now is his cum in your mouth.

You try to somehow take a little control about this, but Lucas gives a shit about you and your feelings. As if he has to prove something, he brutally pushes his cock down your throat and pulls painfully on your hair. He leaves noting to you and you are little more than a tool for his pleasure.

“God, yes, that’s the right work for sluts like you,” Lucas moans, “I’m going to fill your mouth. You don’t deserve it, but I’m generous.”

You clearly don’t want his disgusting seed in your mouth. You try to pull your mouth off his cock, but Lucas reacts too fast. Brutally he rips on your hair and forces his cock even deepen in your mouth. It hurts terrible. You gasp for air and begin to panic. And in the next moment you feel warm, salty liquid filling your mouth. You want to spit it out immediately and to your luck, Lucas lost every interest in your mouth as soon as he reached climax.

“Serves you right, slut,” Lucas swears and pushes you on the ground, “stay out of my business from now on! If I ever see you here again, you will regret it.”

Lucas leaves. You can’t really stand, so you rather crawl to the employee toilet and spit out as much of the cum as possible. You feel still like you are about to vomit, but somehow you manage to keep yourself together. Still disgusted by this bastard, yourself and the entire city, you clean your face as good as possible and redo your make-up. At least you can leave this hellhole as soon as possible.

Once you are done, you change your clothes and hurry to leave. To your luck Eric is done with his cake too and you waste no more time. You decide to not talk to Eric about this. Neither do you want him to consider you a weakling, nor do you want him to do something he would possible regret.

While you walk, you can clear your head again. Maybe the day was not that terrible. Despite the end of your shift, you did the old owner a huge favor and earned some money. So, in the end, it was not as bad as it could be. Still, on the way back to the car you are lost in thoughts. This city is much worse than you thought. In your old home, most people were not rich, but cared for each other. Here it is the exact opposite. Everybody seem to be only caring for himself and people like Lucas are just the disgusting norm.

“Is everything alright?” Eric asks and gives you a concerned look, “you are very quiet.”

“I … I guess I am,” you say and shake your head, “I just hate this city and the assholes living in it.”

“I know what you mean,” Eric says empathic and gently puts his hand on your shoulder, “don’t worry, with some time it get’s better. And if you need anything, you still have me.”

“Yes, thanks” you mumble and take a deep breath, “well, we better not let my dad wait.”