Seduce Trent

I nod towards his car, and Trent gets a goofy smile on his face. Once inside the car, I lock the doors and lean back against the seat, crossing my legs to reveal a flash of pale skin. Trent's eyes linger for a moment on my exposed thigh, a flicker of interest in his gaze. "Trent," I say, "I need to ask you some questions, about the Adderall you've been selling."

I let the words linger like honey on my lips. "Uh, look, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't sell those pills to anyone. Swear on my life." As Trent's lie escapes his lips, I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I must do, but sometimes, you need to use every tool in your arsenal. He shifts in his seat, glancing down at my cleavage.

I move closer, my shoulder grazing his as I lean in, the scent of my perfume drifting into his personal space. "But, Trent, there have been a lot of suicides, and Adderall was found at all of them. At Williams Women's College, you are the guy to see about Adderall. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"I can't help but notice the way your heart races when I'm near. It seems to be telling me something you want to keep a secret." He looks at me, a mixture of hesitation and curiosity in his eyes. I move closer still, my hand brushing against his crotch, then grasping his altogether unimpressive cock through his pants.

Trent jumps, a small moan escaping his lips as I begin to unbutton his pants. His breath hitches as I slowly pull out his already hardened cock. My hand envelops his shaft, starting to slowly stroke it. Trent's eyes close, his head resting against the headrest as he moans. "I... I don't know what you want me to say, Bells."

I can't help but smile, a wicked glint in my eye. "It seems our little talk has you quite aroused. Is this all you've got, Trent? Look at this pathetic excuse for a manhood. With a dick this tiny... well, I'm going to need your full cooperation, don't you think?" I lean in, teasingly nibbling on his nipple before sucking gently on it.

I slide my hand down his shaft, gently caressing his balls before sliding it back up to stroke him once more. "Tell me, Trent, is there a link between the Adderall you've been selling and the suicides?" He shudders, a guttural sound escaping him. His moans grow louder, and I can feel his erection pulsating against my palm.

Trent sighs, seeming to weigh the options of his lies against the inevitable truth. "Fine, I sell it. But I only deal with a few people. I'm just trying to make some extra cash. You know how it is." His breathing grows heavy, my hand now massaging his length with practiced ease. His breathing is now labored, and sweat begins to bead on his forehead.

"But, Trent, there have been an unusually high number of suicides at the college, all of whom had Adderall in their rooms. Don't you find that at least a little suspicious?" As I continue to stroke his arousal, the intensity in his gaze grows, a mix of desire, fear, and desperation evident in his eyes. My hand tightens around his throbbing member.

The rhythmic strokes sending shivers down his spine. "Just think about it. If the Adderall you're dealing isn't the cause, then what is? We both know something's not right here, so it's in your best interest to trust me and help me find out the truth." I wrap my lips around his limp member, humming mockingly as I gently tug at it with my teeth.

Trent lets out a strangled groan, his hands fisting in the fabric of the seat. "Just two of them were my clients, Emily and Grace. The others I've never seen, and that wasn't my stuff. Just Emily and Grace, but I didn't sell them enough to kill themselves." His breathing grows heavier, and a sheen of sweat covers his forehead. He bucks his hips, thrusting clumsily into my mouth as he nears his climax.

But as I sense him approaching the brink, I withdraw my mouth, a wicked grin on my face. I can see that he's close to breaking, and it's only a matter of time before he spills his secrets, as well as his seed. Hungrily, I lean in closer, my tone demanding more information. "How do you know those aren't your pills? How did they get in those dorm rooms? And who else are you selling to?"

I continue to torment him, my tongue swirling around the head of his shaft as I slide up and down its length. Trembling, Trent finally gives in to my relentless pressure. "Alright, alright. I sold them around a hundred pills each. They'd come back for more whenever they ran out." Trent's shoulders slump, and his eyes surrender to my seductive gaze.

"I've got about a dozen regular customers, all of them college kids trying to keep up with the workload." With a shaky voice, he begins to recount every detail he's been holding back, hoping against hope that this will finally satisfy me. "I... I told you everything. I swear. Please, let me cum. I can't take this anymore."

As he speaks, I listen intently, waiting for the moment I can finally let him have what he craves. "I'm not convinced, Trent. How can I trust that you've given me all the information when you've clearly been holding something back?" His body trembles under my gaze, and I can see the desperation in his eyes.

"I swear, I swear! Just let me cum, Bells, and I promise, I'll never lie to you again." I lower my head, bobbing it on his tiny cock with wet, obscene sounds. As he reaches his climax, I pull away. Tears stream down his face as his cock twitches, releasing a small dribble of cum onto his pants. I reach for a nearby tissue and gently wipe away the evidence of his failed climax, my face devoid of sympathy.

I lean in, whispering in his ear, "I believe you, Trent, but was that the best you can do? A small, embarrassing trickle that you call an orgasm? That was truly pathetic." I leave him there in his own spunk, still in disbelief. I open the door, wink at him, knowing that humiliation is his kink, and step out of the car.