A Good Girl (Zoe POV)

Blue’s hand is around your throat as he walks you through the streets of Celadon. His forearm rests on your shoulder, his fingers lightly squeezing your neck. You keep your back straight, your arms at your side, doing as you’ve been told. Your breathing is restricted as Blue tightens his grip for a few seconds. You keep your eyes forward and follow Blue’s lead. Your pussy begs to be touched, you focus on following all of Blue’s rules, hoping to be rewarded tonight. Blue’s grip loosens as he stops in front of a restaurant.

“Knees,” Blue says. His hand leaves your throat, and you kneel next to the fencing. You hold your arms up knowing what Blue wants of you. It’s his new favorite game, and if he loves it so do you. You smile as Blue binds your wrists to the fence behind you. He tugs the zipper on your top, revealing your bare torso. Across your chest is the slightly faded marker that reads “Free BJs.” He leans down to give you a kiss, you relish the moment just wanting more of him. He pulls back breaking the all too short kiss, “I’ll be right back,” he says before spitting in your face. The feeling of his saliva making a trail down your face sends shivers down your spine.

You watch Blue enter the restaurant and wait for someone to notice you tied up. The street is disappointingly empty, you look back and forth hoping for someone to come around the corner. You hear the door open to your left. You spin your head to look who may be coming out. It’s some goth girl, you lean back into the fence. “What do we have here?” she says approaching you. “Free BJs, so is just cock you’re looking for?”

You stare up at the girl, her face is full of piercings and her raven hair pulled back in a ponytail. Blue had said the BJ part was just to grab attention, that you’re meant to please. You had assumed that meant they could play with your body, maybe try to get under you to fuck you, but surely this falls under his open ended instruction. From your kneeling position you can see up her skirt, her lack of panties fully evident from your angle. “I’m here to please,” you say, preparing yourself to eat her out.

She gives you a devilish smile that sends shivers down your spine. “I like the sound of that,” she says with her raspy voice. You expect her to straddle your face, but instead she grabs a chair from one of the outside tables at the restaurant. She sits down right in front of you, her skirt riding up in her spread legged stance. “Say ahhh,” she says pushing her fingers past your lips. She wastes no time as she roughly fingers your mouth. You gag as her first two fingers jam in and out of your face. Her other hand reaches down roughly twisting your nipples. You moan from the mix of pain and pleasure, although Blue has thoroughly blurred the line between the two for you.

She twists and pulls on your nipple, her fingers slipping from your mouth to give you a wet slap across the face. All of it hurts, all of it is embarrassing, all of it makes you want more. She leans back in the chair, her pussy on full display. Your arm bindings stop you from being able to lean forward enough to reach her. Her devilish grin tells you that she knows you want more, that she knows she’s teasing you by just sitting there. She takes her spit covered fingers, gently caressing her exposed sex. You watch her play with herself, she smirks before pressing her foot against your chest. Her toes mash into your titflesh, her foot pushing your back against the fence.

She stares into your eyes as she slides her foot up to your face. She slaps your face with her foot all while continuing to pleasure herself. She pushes her toe into your mouth, you instinctively suck on it. She picks up her pace, rubbing her foot against your face. “Lick it,” she rasps between broken breaths. You follow the simple command, sticking out your tongue you take in the earthy taste of her dirty sole. She moans out, kicking her head back, her whole leg shakes rubbing her foot against your face. Her foot slowly traces down your body and she sits forward in her chair. “Thanks, doll,” she said putting her fingers in your mouth again. You suck her fingers clean of her own fluids. She grabs your cheeks, giving you a kiss. She stares into your eyes one more time before spitting on you.

You smile watching her walk away. Her skirt blowing in the wind, giving you glimpses of her ass. “Oh shit dude, look,” you hear someone say from the other direction. You turn to see a pair of guys approaching you. They high five each other as they approach. You smile watching one of them pull his cock free of his pants. He quickly jams his dick down your throat, you gag around the hardness in your mouth. With a hand on the back of your head, he thrusts into your face. His cock pushing into your throat, making it hard to breath. Even with its full length buried within you, you want more, you want Blue. With your nose buried in his pubes, you feel his cock twitch against your tongue. He groans as he shoots his cum straight down your throat. You get a small chance to catch your breath as they switch their positions. You spot another group of guys rounding the corner as the second man slaps your face with his cock.

You hear the restaurant door open, out of the corner of your eyes you see Blue exiting the building. The current cock continues roughly exploring the depths of your throat. “Showtimes over, buddy,” you hear Blue’s lovely voice say.

“Bullshit, wait your turn dickhead,” he says thrusting into your face.

Blue shoves him, his dick popping free of your mouth as he stumbles into the next guy in line. “She’s mine, and I said the shows over.” He undoes one of your bindings handing you the key. “Now do we have a problem here?” Blue asks as you undo your other wrist binding. Your pussy throbs with need watching Blue assert himself over the line of guys.

“Geez, whatever man. Like I needed your fat cow to suck me off anyways,” he says moments before Blue’s fist meets his face. “What the fuck!” he screams holding his nose.

“Now why don’t you leave before you’re the one tied to the fence,” Blue gives them a stare that tells them they should just leave. You smile watching the line disperse. Blue helps you to your feet. “Here eat,” he says handing you a take-home container. You open it up to find a cheeseburger and fries. You smile when you spot a white substance glazed over the fries. With a huge smile on your face you pick up a fry dripping with his special sauce, gladly eating every bite. Blue wraps his arm around your waist as he guides you back to his room.