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Chapter 9 by Westwall Westwall

How does Lyra fair?

Reluctantly (Confidence -1)

Placing the cock into my mouth, I could feel the skin against my tongue for the first time. I had dreamed about my first sexual partner for years, and never thought my first experience would be in a grimy alleyway. Knowing that I needed to at least try, I started to bob up and down, the cock running against the top part of my tongue.

"You are going to have to do better than that if you want me to spare that fuckhole between your legs." he said, looking down at me with a smile. I wanted nothing more than to hit him and run, but I knew I had to do this.

Grabbing the base of the cock and slurping as best as I could, his impressive length was hard to completely hold in my mouth. I was a very inexperienced cocksucker, and he was not entirely happy with my performance.

"Oh, for God's sake. You aren't even worth a fuck." he said, roughly grabbing my hair and pushing his cock into my throat with a bounce of his hips. The length went all the way to the back of my throat, and though I was gagging, he wasted no time in thrusting.

"Mmmmm!" I let out, though he did not slow down. Instead, his pace quickened, and my arms went slack as he fucked my throat over and over again. The man had fistfuls of my hair in his hands, and he made sure to pull my entire mouth onto his dick.

"There we go. Now I am getting something out of you!" he chided, laughing as drool and precum ran down my chin onto my jumpsuit. His length continued to push deep into my mouth, and before too long, I could feel it start to twitch.

"Okay whore, open wide!" he said, his cock immediately spurting it's salty load down my throat into my stomach. I could not do anything to fight him, only groaning as he shot more and more down. Finally, he pulled his dick out with a wet POP and looked at his handiwork. Drool, slobber and cum was now running down my chin. I couldn't swallow all of it, and most of it was now staining my jumpsuit.

"Look at you! You sure you don't want me to fuck you?" A haughty laugh came from his lips as I pulled myself up and immediately rushed out of the alleyway. It was utterly humiliating to be used in such a way, but it was ultimately a fair trade. I lost and he won.

At least I was in the city...

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