Blonde Troubles 2

I wasn't prepared for how he just held my face with both of his hands, his fingers almost touching at the top of my head - clearly in a dislplay of power as he pulled me out of his dick. I breathed in and tried to wiggle my face out of his hands, but one tsk tsk from Kyle and I understood the assignment. He wanted to get his dick wet, and I was the target... Hooray! I really hate that guy.

The feeling of arousal spiked back the second I looked in front of me and saw his shaft pulsate, a string of pre-cum hitting the bridge of my nose, somehow stinking it up with a scent that was undeniably Kyle and gross. But it just kept triggering the pill effects over and over and over again, and I admit it now, it kind of had me wet beyond relief just remembering the idea of it all. Not the jerk behind it.

"Say 'aaaah', mami. I'm going to make sure to you that America stays winnin', and by America, I mean my dick."

"You're a corny ass mother-HMMPFFFGHHHLK!"

I didn't even get to finish my insult as he just sheathed himself inside of my mouth down to my gullet in one go, I didn't have any reflex to not even bite on him. My eyes widened out and watered down a bit as I slapped down on his thighs reflexively, while Kyle was not even done. His hips moved forward like usual, and even as I gagged - my throat trying to expel the girthy invader - he pushed on, sighing with satisfaction at having such a tight and wet throat as his fleshlight.

The sounds of light plapping and wet smacking that followed weren't loud enough to be heard outside of the aisle, but they were all still too humiliating for me. For Kyle? Just more immersion into the fact that he felt pretty awesome and good right now. His hips moved fast right from the start, I had no chance to adjust and just hoped for the best, especially as I physically winced from his balls hitting my chin every thrust.

Yet, I vividly remember howmy core just clenched desperatedly at a climax that was out of my hands - I couldn't cum without any drop of jizz inside of me, yet I could definitely feel myself climbing the mountain towards a climax that was unattainable. The horrors of a breeder pill mixed in with the **** power of a passion.

The more he face fucked me, the more I gagged, and so the faster he went - I had a feeling Kyle knew this was not enough for him, but he wanted to show his strength a bit, he wanted me putty in his hands. The bastard wanted me to beg, the blonde jock was trying to break my will. But I didn't break. I needed the money? Yes, I did. Lord knows I need it, but I wasn't going to humiliate myself more than what I already go through for that.

"Shit, your throat feels good, almost like you wanted me to cum down your throat!"

"GGHHLK! MMPFHH! UURRK!"

"But you need more than that right? I'm getting close, if you beg enough, I can dump all of my load deep inside of your baby chamber again. If you're lucky enough, I might even get rid of the loser already inside of you~!"

His hips continued to move and glide, the orbs of flesh he called testicles made my chin their punching bag and my face was now all sullied with my own drool, lots of precum and tears due to the roughness of his face fucking - I could also swear I was left with finger marks on both of my cheeks with how hard he was holding on to me.

I tried tapping his thighs with more urgency, because lack of air was a thing and he seemed to know, he was just pushing the boundaries as the corners of my vision strain and get blurry, but I never stop tapping, evolving to actually punching his thighs as soon as I felt his thick, ivory love muscle throb a bit more angrily inside of me.

Before I could faint, Kyle pulled out slowly, with me finally getting to refuel my lungs and also try to make sense of what just happened - only for me to get slapped by an appendage that was surprisingly heavier than it should've, knocking me into a short daze again.

"Whew, your slutty mouth and throat need more work, but it was almost enough for an okay orgasm. But for you to earn 5000 dollars I don't need an okay orgasm. I need a superb one."

"Y-you can't creampie me."

"You know your arousal will never decrease until you get your creamy filling, right? Let me turn you into my glazed donut."

"N-never..."

"Well, I guess I can pay you half of the money and I can go on my wa-"

"Finish. What. You. Started."

"Well, lucky me I guess! This divine _bunda _and pussy got me actin' a bit wild, mami. I've been taking extra español classes just for you."

"Brazil... Doesn't speak spanish."

"Really? That sounds like a lie. What are you going to say next, that the Amazonic Forest doesn't have a Mayan temple in it?"

I couldn't help but wonder if it was genuine stupidity or a taunt, but I felt like he was taunting me to be louder, to speak on a place where it normally was quiet - he wanted people to know that he was fucking a girl in here. Or about to. I couldn't give in to his plan so easily.

The good thing about Kyle is that it doesn't take a lot to please him, or convince him. He could've broken me in here, but because of a lack of braincells , he decided to dive into my pussy as soon as he could. So in the next few seconds, I found my black jeans get roughly shoved down as soon as I was now standing up.

I winced at the sharp slap to my caramel coloured ass, the asscheeks bouncing with their jello like quality - the hint of a firmness underneath also adding to the allure of the scene. He slapped one cheek and alternated for a minute or so, I bit down on my lower lips and muffled the yelps, before his large hands settled down and between my legs finding out how aroused I was.

"And you try to act tough. Just give up, mami. All of you bitches out there want some dick. Heck, you mother was married to an american, Santi. All of the whores out there in the world want the best dick they can offer and here in the States - be it black, white, brown or whatever - the American dick reigns supreme. And I want your big booty from down south to understand that you can't mess in my school. My country. My turf. You got it?"

"............Yes, Kyle."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Sir..."

"Good, now bend over for me and start talkin' whatever you brazilians talk. I wanna hear it."

I groaned inwardly, as I stood up and steadied myself against one of the shelves, presenting my ass to him, with me turning in my head to watch whatever he was doing, while shifting my position to spread my legs a bit. I could see that seeing me like this had Kyle excited - his shaft was throbbing the whole time, not at all abated or worn off by the constant arousal.

He slowly held on to my hips for the second time in almost two months, with him inserting his shaft inside of my snug and utterly **** entrance. And while I admit it that it felt good - I never felt good about sex with Kyle. It was toxic. He lifted one of my legs with one of his hands, testing a bit of my flexibility, before slowly starting to thrust.

His moby dick - pun intended - lodged itself all the way to my cervix, with a bit of his girth "hunched over" inside of me and trying to create space - just like when I rode him at the park the day I met the other girls. His hips knew how to move and how try and search for any of my weak spots, and unfortunately for me, the passion side effect of the pill not only made my erogenous zones more sensitive, but also kind of makes my whole vagina feel like a G-Spot. So I could easily be orgasming right from the get go, but I was being denied. And that made Kyle feel good.

A slap to my ass, a short thrust, a muffled gasp from me and Kyle grunting in my ear and the cycle starts anew. He wants me to say something, to incriminate myself, and while I applaud his stamina, we've been here for far too long. And he knows of his limits.

"Say something puta!"

"Aiê~! Vai devagar porra!"

"What the hell are you talkin', bitch?"

"P-português porra~!"

"Portuguese? Damn, that's hot."

I felt my legs quiver and my peak vanish without even starting, my mind turning into mush as my brain could only visualize the rich and creamy whiteness of sperm colonizing my eggs all over again, even if this was right now, currently impossible. But that didn't matter, what mattered was the finish line, and I was forbidden to cross it without any drop of baby batter inside of me.

He got agressive, my moans were now unhinged, and Kyle swore I sounded different, in retrospect, I get his obssession now. He probably was developing something weird for me. Glad I did not ended with him - oops, that's a spoiler? I don't think so. Anyway, his thrusts were faster, gasping erratic and his slaps on my asscheeks were meant to try and get the olive skin purple the day after.

I could feel his throbbing, the faltering of his hips and his groans, Kyle's climax was right on the door and he wanted to squeeze something out of me yet. I barely could steady myself and try to control my E-cups under the tank top and he wanted to make me beg, again?!

"Hey Mari, if you beg it to me again, I'll let you keep all the 8000 dollars I have in these wallets. Beg to me in portuguese and I'll give you an extra 2000."

"Você quer que eu fale assim~?"

"This way baby, fuck! You brazilian bitches are so hot! I need to pay a vacation to that place so I can properly show them a real fuck!"

"Anda logo e me esporra porra! E-eu tô perdendo a linh-AAAAAAAAAA~! OOOOOH~!"

He didn't understand the language, heck, Kyle barely understood spanish - but he understood the sentiment. I was missing on yet again a fantastic climax, another orgasm denial. Another win from him over me.

And thats where Kyle finally lost it, before sheathing himself to the base and letting go - absolutely flooding my already bloated womb and turning my muddled mind into a blank nothing. I didn't squeal or yell, but I instinctively covered my mouth, but I was so weak from how many neglected orgasms that I lost my steadiness against the bookshelf and nearly fell to the floor on one go. Kyle held me by the hips as he unloaded and unloaded.

Each jet of his spunk that filled my womb and flowed back to my pussy was an orgasm, every time I swore he stopped, he continued grunting and slapping on both of my asscheeks - and if he hasn't already bred me before, he felt like he could do it now. It was insane, mind shattering and I definitely was growing to like the feeling of this numbness post orgasm. I just really hated Kyle, but now? It didn't matter.

"Whew. Good pussy. Man, I really have to keep you around. Take the extra 2000. You deserved it, puta. See you around, Mari! And no snitchin' on me."

I couldn't answer, I remembering just seeing a wallet on the floor, while I slid down deflatedly, without the energy to stand up, feeling good about the climax and horribly about giving in to get all of this money around me. It was humiliating, dehumanizing and totally arousing. I wasn't just feeling confused, my life was utterly derailed and thrown into an adrift boat.

"Mari?! Mari?! Are you okay?! Oh my God?! What Kyle did to you?!"

"I told you we had to intervene Amber!"

"Girls, girls, calm down! We need to take her to my office here in the library."

I heard the voice of Amber and what seemed Fran, while another voice accompanied them, I think it was the librarian or the dean, but I just the exhaustion claiming me before I woke up later.