Caught on camera craving cock.

You tell yourself it's just another trick. You tell yourself you can't trust this witchy bitch. You tell yourself she is just going to humiliate you and leave you blue balled and broken hearted again. But, you tell her, "Please let me suck your cock!" She turns the phone and puts on selfie mode so you can watch yourself blush and blubber and beg.

SMACK

You see yourself get smacked by a girl dick and watch as you try and fail to lunge for a lick. Your prick shamefully swells and you start to wonder which is turning you on more...the fleeting tastes or the frustrating teases. You look up at Vanessa like a whipped dog. There is just the slightest hint of red in her alabaster cheeks and over the bridge of her button nose, and knowing that torturing you is exciting her just makes it that much more excruciatingly erotic. She blows a kiss at you that almost makes you shoot off and says, "Come on, Elliot Cummings, you can beg to blow me better than that."

You flinch and flush as you hear her use your full name. You see on the corner of the screen that she is livestreaming this on Only Fans and you go ghastly pale and the world feels like it is falling out from under you. For some sick reason, it only makes you squirm and swell harder when you whimper, "Please. I beg you. This is the biggest, most beautiful cock I've ever seen. I NEED to suck it. I'll pay you my lunch money every week! I'll do your homework. I'll be your slutty **** if you let me suck the cum out of your cock."

"Okay, slut, give it a kiss." Vanessa juts her hips forward and looks down at you with a smirk that almost makes you cream yourself. You shamelessly stretch your tongue as far as you can and get the tiniest taste of her perfect precum. It's ambrosia. Nectar of the gods. You try to get a better taste, and she pulls her cock away at the last minute, of course. She pulls her panties up over her prick and shoots you a wink that gives you half a heart attack. "Aaaaand we got it." Vanessa puts her phone down the waist of her panties for safekeeping and slips back into her hoodie and hot thotpic pants.

"Cool. That was fun. You wanna skip school with me? We can go hangout at my place? Maybe fool around?" She asks as if she didn't just make you a pornstar and then left you in the lurch. She asks as if she actually plans to deliver on what she's promising this time. She asks as if you don't know she's just going to rev you up drive you straight into the wall. She asks as if you don't have anything better to do than get jerked around by a goth with girth.

"Yeah, Vanessa, sounds fun." She gives you a smile that makes you want to ask her to marry her or take an axe to her. It's uncharacteristically sunny and warm and welcoming and you melt under the heat as you follow her like a puppy dog to her creepy '**** van'. You wish she would stop calling it that. You wish she wouldn't have spray painted it on the side of her van right under the pentagram. You wish no one would see you climbing into it. You wish she would **** you...

"Let's put on some tunes." Vanessa puts on her cd player and even more questions flood your mind. Who calls them tunes? And who still even has a cd player? What is she, your dad? And are you going to end up calling her Daddy? Do you think she would let you if you asked nicely? And what self respecting goth listens to Nicki Minaj? She chirps, "If anyone asks, I was listening to Bauhaus. I wouldn't want to have to cut my boifriend's balls off and stuff them up his ass."

You know you should be worried about the **** threat, but you are more worried that she called you her boifriend. Somehow you could hear the 'i' in her inflection. You don't know what is more horrifying, if she's lying as she almost certainly is, or if she's telling the truth. You smile sheepishly and say, "Of course, Vanessa. I would never snitch on you. But, uhm, am I really your boifriend?"

Vanessa spends the rest of the ride cracking up, trying to calm herself so you don't crash, then glancing over at your hurt, hopeful expression and cackling like crazy until she finally pulls up at her sketchy apartment building. Just when you're ready to throw yourself into the nearest river, she squeezes your thigh and sighs, "Heh. Of course you are sweetie. We are gonna have so much fun, I swear to Satan." You are ready to sell your soul to suck the sweat of her sack and you fear that you just might have to.

You walk past passed out bums, pimps and pushers, muggers, monsters and motherfuckers, and you would be scared to ****, except everyone seems scared of her. You feel equally pathetic and protected as she leads you into her lair. All of your second, third, and fourth thoughts fly out the window once she drags you inside, closes the door behind you, and pins you against it feeding you her tongue. Her breast crush against your chest and snuggle your chin, her cock presses up against yours and you can't help but suck on her tongue and grind against her groin.

Right at the exact moment you are about to cum your brains out, she breaks the kiss and leaves you pained and panting. She strips down to her unmentionables and turns, "So if you are going to be my boifriend, we need to set up some ground rules."