You, obviously

(This is a smut chapter.)

“Mmf! Mmf! *glck*” Your head bobs back and forth as the boy forces you to deepthroat him over and over again. With both his hands gripping your head, he easily pushes and pulls you like a sex toy, despite any resistance you put up.

“Ha, so much for girl power, huh?” he gloats. Samantha growls from behind you, watching as the cocky trainer uses you in the same way he used her. You sympathize with her annoyance at being mocked and glare up at the boy angrily.

You immediately regret it as you’re plunged all the way to the base of his dick, where you remain as your breath begins to fail you. You instinctively slap your palms against the boy’s thighs, but it’s just as ineffective as when Samantha tried it. The world begins fading to an oppressive shade of black. You try pulling your head back with all your strength, but it’s useless. You’re done for…

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…Air! Sweet lifegiving air! You breathe deeply as your vision begins to return. You start to fall over, having completely lost your balance, but a sharp tug on your hair keeps you upright. O-Okay. Don’t glare at someone when their cock is down your throat. Lesson learned. You can hear Samantha cracking up behind you as you struggle to fill your lungs. How dare she!? Whose side is she on, anyway!?

You’ve barely caught your breath before he starts up again, this time holding your head in place as he brutally shoves his dick in and out of your throat. Your eyes go wide and you again smack his legs, but the boy just snickers and starts thrusting harder. “*GLCK* *GLCK* *PFFF*” Your attempt at verbally ordering him to stop just comes out like the obscene sounds of a whore getting her throat impaled with cock, and you flush with shame as you realize that’s exactly what you are right now. Drool spills from your mouth and into the valley of your cleavage, but worse is the drool coming from your lower lips despite, or maybe because of, your rough treatment. You’re starting to realize how Samantha could get off to this, even though you’re not any happier about losing than she was…

Suddenly you’re toppled over, lying on your back with your opponent kneeling above you. He undoes the sole button on your shirt, then pops open your bra to reveal your plush breasts capped with stiff nubs. He reaches one hand behind your head and props it up before thrusting between your tits and into your mouth.

“Man, I should’ve thought of this with the other chick. At least you have an awesome rack too. Hey, push your tits together.” It’s degrading to say the least, but after learning your lesson by **** on cock, you decide to comply by pushing your milky white mounds together to create a tight, smooth tunnel for the boy to fuck. This only makes him pound harder into your cleavage, and getting your boobs stimulated makes a few moans slip out around the rod that’s facefucking you, earning some extra laughter from your friend. You scowl at the way you’re being treated, even as your tight denim shorts are absolutely awash with your arousal. Just how turned on are you getting from giving a blowjob?

Once he’s had his fill of you, he fires one shot down your throat before pulling out and painting your face and tits in a shade of white even lighter than their natural skin color, leaving you and Samantha with matching facials. You can’t believe you both got marked by this conceited asshole, but you can’t deny that he was quite strong. You didn’t stand a chance at all. “Boys are strong…” you utter as you lay panting on the ground, covered in proof of the boy’s superiority.

“Don’t say that Em! Boys aren’t strong, he just got lucky. Girls are way stronger. Remember, girl power!” your friend fires back.

“I don’t know about ‘girl power’, but you two give some pretty good head, I’ll give you that. See you ladies!” He gives your boobs a few playful slaps before standing up, zipping his pants and walking off. You raise a hand lazily, halfway attempting to wave goodbye as the boy walks off without even bothering to help a “lady” like yourself up off the ground.

Samantha trots up to you and looks down as you remain on the ground, catching your breath. “Wow, he really used the fuck out of you. Did you enjoy it? It looked like you did~.”

“At least I didn’t cum,” you reply, sticking your tongue out. You reach down to pat your pussy proudly for not embarrassing you like it usually does, but as soon as you touch your shorts, your entire brag falls apart as the brief contact is all it takes to bring you to climax. Your mouth shoots open wordlessly, unable to even moan as you orgasm while still trying to catch your breath.

“Yup, sure you didn’t!” Samantha says, howling with laughter.