Show him the boobs!

'Well Emily,' you think to yourself as your eyes dart between the man's face and his hideous throbbing dick, 'how are your gonna get yourself out of this one?'

"I..." you begin as his smirk widens, "I don't really think I want to. Because..." Desperately you wrack your brain for an excuse (any excuse!) to get yourself out of this situation. "...because... of... my boyfriend!" you finally cry out with a sense of accomplishment. Surely he wouldn't try to push you into anything if he believed you were already spoken for. Right?

Your brief feeling of hope evaporates as the smirk on his face vanishes; replaced by what you can only describe as cold, hard rage.

"Now sweet-thing," he practically hisses at you, "I told you how I like you to be honest. Yet here you are lying to me!"

"Alright, alright!" you squeak in panic as he starts reaching for you with his big dirty hands. "I'll let you see my chest!" you finally say as you press yourself as hard against the door and out of reach as you can.

His eyes narrow as he peers at you for a moment. "So, do it," he commands.

With trembling hands you slowly reach for your shirt. You gently take hold of your collar and try to tug it down to reveal your cleavage. He stops you after an instant, however.

"No no, morsel," he says gently, his grin having returned, "pull the shirt up so I can see."

Nodding your head, you grab hold of the bottom of your shirt and, taking a deep breath, pull it up until your breasts burst free. You can no longer look him in the eye; but you can still feel his eyes travel over your exposed flesh, drinking in every curve and swell of your heaving chest.

"Yeah..." he breaths as he proceeds to rub his swollen cock, "now the bra."

You already feel dirty just for going this far; but what choice do you have. You can refuse. But if he presses the issue you aren't just looking at possible ****; but possible enslavement to this disgusting, disgusting man for the rest of your young life! 'Nope, too much at risk' you decide, 'better to choose my battle and hope to keep some amount of control.'

"Thaaaats it," he groans as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. With a shudder you pull your bra away from your chest exposing your sensitive pink nipples to his leering gaze. Each ragged breath you take causes your chest to heave and swell towards him.

"Yeah..." he groans louder as his pumping increases. You attempt to place the discarded bra in your lap only to have his hand reach over and yank it away. You watch as he holds your bra to his face and inhales deeply. "My god you smell so fucking good, sweetie."

Not sure how else to respond you merely mumble a half-hearted thank you instead. Finally, after what seems like forever you pull your shirt back down without bothering to retrieve or put back on your bra.

"So, can we go now?" you ask, hopeful, as you finally manage to bring your eyes back around to meet his own. You feel a twinge of panic as his grin only widens.

"Well," he begins while attempting to make his tone sound disappointed, "I'd like to. And if you'd only done that to start with; maybe we could. But you lied instead. And I think I need a little more consoling before I feel better."

Like a flash, the closer of his arms shoots out and firmly takes a hold of the back of your neck. Your own hands grasp his arm; but you aren't strong enough to break his grip and pull away.

"And I think," he continues, "that since your mouth has caused me such pain..." As he speaks he begins slowly drawing your head towards him. Panic floods you as you realize he's pulling your head towards that big, ugly dick of his! "...that your mouth should be what makes me feel better."