gasped.
“Just tell me what to say.”
“We’ll talk when I get back.”
“No!” she shouted at his back as he walked
out of the room. “Don’t leave me. Please.” Her voice dropped to a
whine. “Please stay with me. Please.”
Her pleading was wasted. He was already
gone.
The pain in her crotch rose to a level of
intensity that she had never imagined; her clit was a button of
pure white-hot agony by the time he returned.
“How long?” She had to struggle to speak.
He shrugged. “A few more minutes. Do you want
to talk now?”
“Yes. Please let me talk. What do you want me
to say?”
He sat down on the couch and looked up at
her. “I want you to be honest. I want you to tell me a secret. A
true secret. Something that you have never told anyone else.”
“Oh, God. I don’t know. I can’t think. This
thing is killing me. Please. Ask me something specific. Any
question. I’ll answer. Ask me how I lost my virginity. I’ll tell
you that,” she offered.
“That’s not a secret,” he scoffed. “You let
your first boyfriend do you after the Christmas formal during your
senior year of high school. You already told me that.”
“I didn’t tell you any details.”
“You would have told me the details if I’d
asked. I wouldn’t have had to torture you for that. I want to know
something that’s really secret. Something that you’re ashamed of.
It has to be something that would horrify you if I passed it on to
anyone else.”
“I can’t think of anything like that.”
“I can wait until you do.” He picked up a
book and began flipping through the pages.
She began to cry. Tears slowly welled over
her lower lids and soon began trickling down her cheeks. “This
hurts so much. I can’t stand it any more. Please let me go. Please.
I’m begging you. I’ll give you a blowjob. I’ll spend the rest of
the night giving you one blowjob after another. Please.”
He looked up from the book. “I’d like a
blowjob all right. But I’m not letting you down until you tell me
your most shameful secret.”
She pulled ineffectively at her handcuffs.
“Please.”
“Your secret.” His demand was not
negotiable.
“Okay. Okay.” She shut her eyes tight and
said, quickly, “I got V.D. once. Syphilis. I was in my third year
of university and I’d gone to a party with a guy I didn’t know very
well.” She groaned in pain and paused, before continuing. “I was
seeing some guy, Brent, casually, but never made him any promises
so I told myself that it was all right to go out with other guys
once in a while. Richard was this handsome dude that I’d seen
around.” She whimpered and paused again to gather enough strength
to continue. “I wasn’t all that hot looking so I never thought that
he’d noticed me until, out of the blue, he asked me to go to a
party with him. I found out later that he was telling his buddies
that he was going to make love to every girl in Weber’s seminar on
the Sociology of Human Sexuality so I was just another item on his
shopping list. Anyway, I didn’t know that when he asked me out. I
thought maybe he was entranced by my sparkling personality.” She
grimaced through her pain, an attempt at a smile. Brave girl. “Oh,
God, this hurts. Anyway, to make a long story short, I was
flattered and pleased to go to a party with such a hunk on my arm.
He didn’t have much of an approach to seduction. I think his exact
words were, ‘Want to get it on?’ and I figured that I owed him some
consideration so I let him fuck me in the back seat of his car
after we left the party. He was a lousy lover. Two weeks later, he
called and told me that he’d just been diagnosed with the syph so
he was calling all the girls that he’d fucked recently and telling
them to get checked. Sure enough, I was one of the lucky
recipients. I couldn’t have sex for a couple of weeks while I took
the antibiotics. And that was that. I’ve never told anyone before
because it makes me feel so dirty.
“Just tell me what to say.”
“We’ll talk when I get back.”
“No!” she shouted at his back as he walked
out of the room. “Don’t leave me. Please.” Her voice dropped to a
whine. “Please stay with me. Please.”
Her pleading was wasted. He was already
gone.
The pain in her crotch rose to a level of
intensity that she had never imagined; her clit was a button of
pure white-hot agony by the time he returned.
“How long?” She had to struggle to speak.
He shrugged. “A few more minutes. Do you want
to talk now?”
“Yes. Please let me talk. What do you want me
to say?”
He sat down on the couch and looked up at
her. “I want you to be honest. I want you to tell me a secret. A
true secret. Something that you have never told anyone else.”
“Oh, God. I don’t know. I can’t think. This
thing is killing me. Please. Ask me something specific. Any
question. I’ll answer. Ask me how I lost my virginity. I’ll tell
you that,” she offered.
“That’s not a secret,” he scoffed. “You let
your first boyfriend do you after the Christmas formal during your
senior year of high school. You already told me that.”
“I didn’t tell you any details.”
“You would have told me the details if I’d
asked. I wouldn’t have had to torture you for that. I want to know
something that’s really secret. Something that you’re ashamed of.
It has to be something that would horrify you if I passed it on to
anyone else.”
“I can’t think of anything like that.”
“I can wait until you do.” He picked up a
book and began flipping through the pages.
She began to cry. Tears slowly welled over
her lower lids and soon began trickling down her cheeks. “This
hurts so much. I can’t stand it any more. Please let me go. Please.
I’m begging you. I’ll give you a blowjob. I’ll spend the rest of
the night giving you one blowjob after another. Please.”
He looked up from the book. “I’d like a
blowjob all right. But I’m not letting you down until you tell me
your most shameful secret.”
She pulled ineffectively at her handcuffs.
“Please.”
“Your secret.” His demand was not
negotiable.
“Okay. Okay.” She shut her eyes tight and
said, quickly, “I got V.D. once. Syphilis. I was in my third year
of university and I’d gone to a party with a guy I didn’t know very
well.” She groaned in pain and paused, before continuing. “I was
seeing some guy, Brent, casually, but never made him any promises
so I told myself that it was all right to go out with other guys
once in a while. Richard was this handsome dude that I’d seen
around.” She whimpered and paused again to gather enough strength
to continue. “I wasn’t all that hot looking so I never thought that
he’d noticed me until, out of the blue, he asked me to go to a
party with him. I found out later that he was telling his buddies
that he was going to make love to every girl in Weber’s seminar on
the Sociology of Human Sexuality so I was just another item on his
shopping list. Anyway, I didn’t know that when he asked me out. I
thought maybe he was entranced by my sparkling personality.” She
grimaced through her pain, an attempt at a smile. Brave girl. “Oh,
God, this hurts. Anyway, to make a long story short, I was
flattered and pleased to go to a party with such a hunk on my arm.
He didn’t have much of an approach to seduction. I think his exact
words were, ‘Want to get it on?’ and I figured that I owed him some
consideration so I let him fuck me in the back seat of his car
after we left the party. He was a lousy lover. Two weeks later, he
called and told me that he’d just been diagnosed with the syph so
he was calling all the girls that he’d fucked recently and telling
them to get checked. Sure enough, I was one of the lucky
recipients. I couldn’t have sex for a couple of weeks while I took
the antibiotics. And that was that. I’ve never told anyone before
because it makes me feel so dirty.
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