Joy gives Bradley a blow job

I take a step back and try my best to put a calm smile on my face. “I… uh… I really appreciate that Bradley, but… umm… I’m… uhh… I’ve never done that before. You know… with my mouth I mean. Konnor is right and I’m not in the mood for sex. Any sex. You know… I mean… it’s been a long day, and I don’t want to learn something new or especially… uhh… impose on you. You’ve been so nice already.”

Bradley’s face doesn’t show any sign of being upset or put off. In fact, he looks kindly and giving. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume he was giving something away at a charity and not trying to convince me to blow him. “Don’t be silly Joy, that’s what we mean when we say we’re here to help. Helping a new girl to our way of life is considered a high honor among men here. The places you’ve been have all been about sex for child bearing. This isn’t about that, it’s about pleasure. Trust me, you’ll find such calming relief to just being yourself and seeing how much pleasure comes from just being with a man.”

I always hated students of mine that tried pushing off their work until later, but at this moment I’m lost as to how I can deny this. Everything about this man says he’s being honest and earnest and that he firmly believes this is in my best interest as a “new girl here”. I’m sure it’s a faux pas of some kind to deny this, but at the same time I remember Atticus saying that a man couldn’t **** himself on me. Saying no sounds bad, so saying later might sound better. “You know Bradley, that makes sense, and it sounds appealing, but not tonight. Maybe we can… uh… do that… umm… tomorrow…”

My voice fades away as I see Bradley pull out a piece of technology that doesn’t make sense for a moment. At first it looks like a giant pocket stopwatch with its metal casing and its little crown dial on top. But as he flips a panel open, I see that it’s not a watch but instead is a phone. With a rotary dialer. As he starts spinning the dial and letting it ‘click click click’ back he looks sympathetically up to me “I’m sorry Joy, Mr. Devereux said you might have a bad reaction and that he should be notified if you couldn’t take comfort. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll help out as soon as he comes back.”

Fuck. It’s one thing to ‘act’ like a prude to my neighbor when this is obviously an everyday neighborly activity. But to have it reported to a social worker? One who said he was here to help us integrate with this society? Damn it!

Moving down to my knees, in between Bradley’s legs, I reach out and take the phone thing from his hands and hope it works like a flip phone from our age by closing the door. “No! That’s not necessary. He’s a… umm… a busy man and I don’t want to… uhhh… bother him.”

My mind flies as I try to imagine a way out of this. I silently curse the fact that I’d forgotten about the huge advantage I have as I call up my Eileen. As I continue to stare up at Bradley, with hopefully a pleasant look on my face, I internally ask Eileen what Mishigami society says about a woman saying no to a situation like this. Her answer, in her continuing annoyingly happy voice, makes my stomach drop. “Females in Mishigami society are taught at a young age to seek sexual pleasure from men at any opportunity that arises. When vaginal or anal sex is not directly desired, females will be comforted by orally pleasing a man. Males are constantly aware that they may be called upon to offer themselves up to nearby women. Females that do not desire sexual pleasure are considered mentally disabled and require medical assistance. Do you want me to contact the authorities and request help for this disability?”

I close my eyes and try not to show my internal struggle. Of course, this wouldn’t be as easy as saying that I don’t want sex. While I want to convince this nice man that he doesn’t have to have sex with me, doing so would show that I’m disabled and require medical attention. As Bradley’s hand cups my cheek I open my eyes and see that he’s smiling down at me, and I can’t think of a way out. Either agree to give him oral pleasure or prove that I need help. His soft compassionate voice tells me that he honestly believes he’s helping me. “Don’t worry at all Joy, I’ll guide you through this. There’s nothing you can do wrong, just do as I say, and you’ll find yourself loving this. I swear!”

Leaning forward Bradley pulls me into a kiss. It’s not nearly as intense as Konnor’s was but it’s still a man kissing me as I kneel in between his outstretched legs. He’s gentle as he presses his lips to mine and waits for me to naturally open my mouth before pressing his tongue in. As much as I don’t want to, I can’t help but feel a thrill run down my back. After being **** and pushed and ****, this honest attempt at pleasing me feels… good. And my body is responding in kind.

Bardley pulls away from our kiss and gently rubs his thumb over my lips as he stands up. “Go ahead and undo my shorts, Joy. Pull them down along with my underwear.”

I take a single extra moment, hoping, praying, begging internally, that something comes up and interrupts us. Atticus and Catty walking in. Konner returning. An earthquake. A meteor crashing to earth. The sun going supernova. But when none of that happens, I swallow hard and reach up to start unbuttoning Bradley’s pants. Unbuttoning pants would come easy, but I’ve never done it from this perspective before and my longer nails are getting in the way, making my hands fumble and shake. Meanwhile, in what I’m sure is supposed to be a calming gesture, Bradley starts running his hand through my hair.

When I finally have the buttons of his shorts undone, I hook my fingers into the hem and slide them down his hairy legs. Still looking forward I can now see his manhood held under his briefs. I hate that I can now compare his size to other cocks that I’ve had experience with, but my mind pursues that line of thinking. While I haven’t seen Atticus without his pants on, I’ve seen his bulge under his ridiculously tight jeans at the Flag Ranch and he is easily the largest man I’ve seen. Noah would come next in both length and girth. Both Isiah and Jonas would come next, although I didn’t exactly see the other men in the Free Union coupling center, I just felt them. Unless Bradley’s bulge is lying, he’ll sit below Isiah and Jonah, but above the other seven men in the coupling center.

Bradley’s hand again moves to cup my cheek and I hear him from above “Go ahead, there’s nothing wrong with seeing each other. Later on, I’ll enjoy seeing you naked, but for now this is about you and you can take a good long look at me.”

With my hands still shaking, I again hook my fingers into his brief’s and pull them down. At the same time Bradley pulls his shirt up and over his head, laying it down on the chair. As the briefs pull over Bradley’s cock I hear him suck in a breath as he pulls his waist away from me. “Tsss! Careful Joy! A man’s cock can get hard and tough, but it’s still sensitive. Especially in this semi hard state. Here…” as he stands up straight again, putting his cock inches from my face, he wraps my fingers around his girth and holds me there “…just hold it for a moment. Feel it’s heat. See how you can feel my heartbeat? See how it’s pulsing bigger and bigger? That’s its way of complimenting you. You’re so beautiful that you make me big and hard.”

I can’t help but start leaning back as Bradley now has me holding his cock, pointing it right at my face, but his hand starts running through my hair again and using it as a grip to keep me from moving away. “Good girl, Joy. Good girl. Now just rub it up and down. Go slow and use a loose grip. Just feel it. Feel how it’s getting thicker and heavier.”

I look around the room praying for roaming looters or the military or some other madness to interrupt us, but when I see Bradley’s hand moving toward mine to ‘help’ me I snap to and start gently rubbing my hand up and down his length. And just as he said, I feel him growing. I feel his manhood getting thicker, heavier, and longer.

“Mmm… that’s right. Your hand feels good Joy. But we need some lubrication. Bring your other hand up and lick your palm. Get it, and your fingers, nice and wet. Then start stroking me with that hand.” Bradley’s voice has a soft, calming, almost hypnotic tone to it. There’s nothing cruel or **** or malicious in it. He just has no idea that I’m not a girl, that I honestly will get no pleasure from this.

But in for a penny…. I bring my hand up and follow his directions. I’m surprised that my dry feeling mouth can produce any spittle but soon enough my hand is dripping wet. As if I were passing a baton in a relay race, I move my hand to the base of Bradley’s cock and slap the head into my wet hand. Once I have my slickness wrapped around his upper cock, I let go with my other hand.

“Good. Now that it’s slick, you can grip me tighter. The more you squeeze, the better it’ll feel for me. Be gentle, but not too gentle. Your instincts will kick in and you’ll know if you’re too tight. Just enjoy that while I get comfortable.” Just as I start to slide my hand down Bradley’s length, I feel his hand again cup the back of my head and pull me forward. I tense up for a moment, not yet ready to take him in my mouth, but calm down when I realize he’s sitting down and keeping my face the same relative distance from his manhood.

Once he’s sitting in his throne like chair and I’m leaning over his cock Bradley starts running his hand through my hair again. “Damn, you are so beautiful Joy. You’re making me feel so good. I’ll try to hold off so that you can enjoy this longer. Now, bring your other hand up to my balls. Cradle them. Scratch lightly over them. Hold them.”

I start my ambidextrous actions on Bradley. One hand gripping while stroking his length up and down, one hand cupping and holding his balls. I can tell he’s enjoying my attentions as I can hear his breathing deepen while he tries to relax his body. I have to admit that I’m a complete mixture of frustration and gratitude. As he keeps giving me small instructions… scratching his thighs, waving my hair over his cock, breathing on the head, tickling his belly, resting my cheek on his leg… he keeps the main event from happening. I’m frustrated as this whole experience, as awful as it is, is just getting longer and longer. At the same time, I’m grateful as these little tasks are little bads. Little chips to my internal masculinity. That last act though, actually using my mouth on this man, will be the big bad. The big crack to my remaining masculinity. And all the while he keeps complimenting me, telling me how beautiful and lovely I am, saying that I should be doing this all the time and it has me nearly shaking with fearful anticipation.

“Okay Joy, you are doing so well, you’re making me feel so good, you’re so beautiful, that I don’t know how much longer I can last. I can see that you’re eager and trembling with excitement. I promise next time we do this I’ll last longer, but you have me so aroused right now and I don’t want to delay your enjoyment anymore. Go ahead, open wide and take me into your mouth. Use your tongue to hold me. Don’t worry about sucking right now, just let your lips and your tongue give me pleasure. And watch your teeth. A little light scratching with your teeth is fine. Scraping and biting are bad.”

There’s so much to parse with what Bradley said. I hate that he thinks I’m doing well. I’m neither eager nor excited. I’m glad that he won’t last long, but… next time!? Oh God, he’s going to want to do this again? I was so focused on how bad this is right now that I hadn’t considered the fact that I’m setting a precedent. How can I ever say no once I’ve already willingly done this. Once he thinks I’ve already enjoyed doing it?

Evidently my mental gymnastics came across as something else as I again felt Bradley’s hand at the back of my head. With easy strength he pulled past my tense neck enough to press my lips against his spongy head. “There, give it a little kiss. I’ll help you, Joy. Just remember, you’re doing so well and making me feel so good. There’s nothing to be shy about it, most girls your age have already done this but it’s nothing bad that you haven’t. I’m here and happy to help you. Just open up.”

Closing my eyes I submit to the moment and defeatedly do as Bradley says. I open my mouth and let him pull me down onto his cock. I feel the head brush past my lips just as I hear him give out a long low moan of pleasure. I can’t stop my whole body from shaking, knowing damned well that I’ve let out a similar moan when a woman goes down on me. Knowing how empowering and exciting it was to teach a young inexperienced girl how to please me, how to please a strong virile older man. My own moan is added to the sound of the room, although mine is more of a sob.

Bradley lives up to his word, pulling me down on his cock, letting me sit with only an inch of it in my mouth, before gently pulling me back. When my mouth goes too loose, he simply says “grip your lips tighter, honey”. When my teeth scrape too much, he simply says “open wider, sweety”. When it starts to get monotonous, he simply says “use your tongue, my love”.

Up and down. Lips brushing, tongue licking. At some point I realize my hands are simply laying on his thighs and wonder why he isn’t having me grip or hold his balls. I let out another little moanish sob when I realize he’s being “nice” and letting me focus on the main task. I’m sure he’s making a mental note that “next time” he’ll give me more instruction on what to do with my hands. As is, he just keeps me bobbing on his length, never feeding me more than a couple inches of his length. Knowing how good that feels to have plump lips like mine rubbing constantly over your aroused head, I have to give Bradley admiration at how long he lasts. By the time I feel his cock growing and throbbing, my knees have gone practically numb, and my back is hurting. Not counting the handjob foreplay, I must have been down here for a half hour. By this society’s measure, Bradley has indeed been very nice and let me “enjoy” my time pleasing him.

I can feel Bradley’s hands grip my head a little tighter and hear his tense voice say simply “Seal your lips around me Joy. Swallow down everything I give you! You’re so beautiful, you’re doing so well!”

My eyes finally fly open. I’ve lived through the indignity of kneeling before this man. I’ve gone through the humiliating task of undressing him and giving him a hand job. I’ve emasculated myself completely by giving him a long-lasting sensual blow job. But I will NOT swallow!

Just as I hear Bradley grunt and feel his cock grow again, I pull my head back. I get almost all the way off of his cock when I feel it throb and spurt. The jet of hot cum hits the back of my mouth making me want to crumple up and die, but I bear down and pull back harder while simultaneously closing my throat. This time I’m able to pull free of Bradley’s cock with a loud pop, but his hands grip tight and continue to hold me. I only get a few inches away when I hear him say through clenched teeth “Oh God… Joy… Keep Your Mouth… Mmm… Open!”

I snap my mouth closed hard enough that the sound of my teeth clapping together fills the room. But the reality of the situation comes crashing down immediately after. Or rather, reality comes onto my face immediately after. Held still, inches away from Bradley’s shooting cock, I’m hit with jet after jet of his cum. He seems to be trying to aim for my mouth but there’s just no control and the first jet hits my cheek and shoots up toward my ear. The next one shoots across my nose and blinds one of my eyes. The next two coat my lips, while the next one hits my forehead and stretches into my hair. All I can do is close my eyes and hope he stops soon.

Bradley ends up jerking and spasming as his cock lets loose a few more shots of cum, but they exit with far less **** and end up dripping down my chin. After a few more moments he doesn’t let go, but instead simply guides me to lie my cheek against his leg while he pets my hair and breaths deeply.

“Oh my dear Lord Joy. You are amazing. I never cum that much but you brought so much out of me with your beauty and grace.” I open my non-blinded eye as I feel him take a fistful of my hair and more aggressively hold me still. I see his cock bobbing in front of me, slowly growing softer, but more worryingly I see his other hand approaching my chin. “Being your first time, I get that it’s kind of a surprise. I know some girls like to have a man cum on their face, and some even like a man to cum other places like their breasts or into their hands, but all girls swallow all it down. It’s good for you girls and completes your arousal cycle. If you don’t take your man’s cum internally, you can start to go crazy with lust. So, stay still, I’ll take care of this for you.”

And while I’m held down on Bradley’s leg, he scoops up the cum he shot all over my face and slowly feeds it to me. I try to keep my lips together on the first bit but break down when he tells me in a more commanding tone “Joy, Open Up Now!”

It’s so much worse having to swallow down fingerful after fingerful of Bradley’s cum as opposed to if I’d just letting it pool up in my mouth and swallowed it all down at once.