Alleyman shoves you to your knees.

He uses his tight grip on your upper arm to throw you to the ground near the wall. You wince as tiny bits of gravel bite into your bare knees. This had never featured in any of your fantasies.

He shoves his crotch in your face without further fanfare. "Take my dick out and suck it good. If I feel any teeth, you will regret it." He rests the hand holding the knife ominously on your head, before thinking better of it and leaning it against the wall.

Your hands shakily undo his zipper as the adrenaline begins to wane and reality sets in - he's wearing slacks, you note dimly, and his whole outfit reeks of middle management. As you gingerly slip your fingers under the band of his boxers, you're relieved that while his dick smells a little stale, it's not as ripe as it could be.

It's also pretty thick, hard in your hand as you pull it free. You pray your jaws don't pick today to be prone to cramping and wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

"That's it, little fuckdoll," he mutters, and you widen your mouth to try to take more of his cock in. You swirl your tongue around just the way your ex showed you, and hollow out your cheeks to create suction. You begin to lose yourself to your task, bobbing your head obediently up and down his cock.

Apparently too obediently. He grabs you by the back of your head and surges forward. "Fuck, yeah, that's better," he grunts as he pistons a few times in and out of your drooling mouth as you desperately keep your mouth pliant and open, feeling that tell-tale ache in your jaws that forbodes that yes, today is going to be a Shitty Jaw day.

Thankfully, before your jaw muscles give up and seal shut, cock in mouth or not, your **** pulls back. You gasp for air, relieved that this part is done...and filled with dread and anticipation for what is next. He's fisting himself, eyeing you as he contemplates what he'd like to do next.