Chapter 17 #2
I whimper when the head forces my lips further open, stretching my jaw as he invades my mouth. I’m not prepared for the way he feels against my lips and tongue—like silk wrapped around an iron bar. Something slightly salty and sweet trickles over my tongue, and I shiver when I swallow it.
Vaughn groans, his eyes igniting and his jaw clenching. He pushes in deeper, making me instantly choke a little when his cock slides further in.
Then suddenly he thrusts harder, pushing his enormous dick into the back of my throat. Tears well in my eyes, and I gag and choke around his massive size as drool trickles out the corners of my mouth.
Vaughn pulls back, and I gasp violently when his cock slides out of my mouth.
It’s the exact same traitorous, consuming, electrifying feeling that zapped its way through my core a second ago, when he said I was going to be a “good little whore” while he "fucked my face".
The humiliation of it should disgust me. Or enrage me.
It does neither. In fact, it does the exact opposite.
Tears are still blurring my vision as I look up at him, sucking in another ragged breath of air, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Open.”
Part of me is mortified at how quickly I obey. The other part heats and melts as Vaughn’s fat, heavy cock pushes between my lips again, thrusting into the very back of my throat.
I cough and choke around his size. My gag reflex kicks in, hitching and spasming as he invades my mouth and cuts off my airways before sliding his glistening, throbbing cock back out.
A strand of spit hangs from the swollen head down to my bottom lip as I look up at him with tears trickling down from my eyes, my panties so wet that I swear they're going to start leaking down my thighs.
I don’t feel humiliated or demeaned kneeling there, panting for breath, with his cock waiting to fuck my face again.
I feel alive.
This time, I don’t wait for his command. I look up into his icy, gorgeous eyes, and open my mouth wide.
A vein throbs at his temple, and I see his jaw grind as his eyes gleam down into mine, filled with dark, consuming power.
“Good girl.”
He thrusts his cock into my mouth once more. This time, the sound that mingles with the lewd, gagging “gluck”s sets me on fire.
It’s a moan, from somewhere deviant deep within me.
Vaughn groans, and I whimper around his swollen cock as he threads the fingers of both his hands through my hair. He pins my head in place against the door, his hips pumping in and out, like my mouth is a pussy.
Drool drips freely over my chin, and I whimper again when he reaches down with one hand and suddenly yanks at the top of my dress. My breasts bounce free, nipples tight and achingly hard as he continues to fuck my mouth.
“Wouldn’t want to get cum and spit all over your pretty dress like a dumb cock slut, would we?”
Jesus Christ.
It’s like the harder he goes, and the filthier his words get, the more I get turned on. My thighs shamelessly squeeze together, my pussy dripping wet as I desperately seek friction and pressure from my panties.
A knock on the door has me choking and almost jumping out of my skin.
Vaughn goes still, but keeps the head of his cock between my lips.
The knock comes again.
“Hello?” a woman calls from the other side. “Is someone in there?”
“Well, princess?” Vaughn purrs, smiling malevolently down at me. “It’s rude not to answer.”
My face heats, and I bring my hands up to push his hips away and slide his cock from my mouth.
He slaps my hands away and shakes his head even as the knock comes again.
“Answer the woman,” Vaughn purrs.
He wants me to reply with his cock still in my mouth.
“Occupied!” I call out.
It comes out more like “Awkoopaahd”. Vaughn's grip on my hair tightens.
“Pardon?” the woman calls. “Sorry, there’s a line at the other guest bathroom.”
I whimper as Vaughn thrusts roughly into my mouth. He starts to pump in and out rapidly, his huge dick ramming the back of my throat over and over and filling the powder room with the sounds of my submission.
He reaches down, and I cry out around his cock as he pinches one of my nipples hard between his thumb and finger, twisting it mercilessly. Heat pools between my thighs, my body shaking against the door as he fucks my face with deep, brutal strokes.
Suddenly, I’m gasping for air, looking up at him with tears and mascara and spit all dripping down my face as he pulls out. He strokes his huge, veined, bulging cock right in front of me as our eyes lock.
“Open wide, princess.”
The first spurt of cum makes me flinch as it unexpectedly jets from his head and splatters my bottom lip. The next one lands across my tongue, then my chin.
Then my mouth again.
My cheek.
The bridge of my nose.
My neck.
My breasts.
I feel so. Fucking. Powerful.
It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, and it fills my veins like liquid fire. Raw desire, femininity and sexuality explode through my body as I moan, my hands clenched on my thighs as they squeeze together.
“Please!?” the woman calls, banging on the door. “It’s kind of an emergency!”
My face throbs with heat as I start to stand. Vaughn grabs me tightly and spins us around.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growls into my ear as he pins my back to his chest, the two of us facing the mirror over the sink.
“I…that woman—”
“Can piss on the couch or shit her pants for all I care.”
That’s when I realize two things: one, I look like a complete and utter whore, my dress pulled down, my thighs quivering, and cum, spit, and blurred mascara all over my face.
And two?
Vaughn is still hard.
Very hard.
Suddenly, he's violently bending me over. I gasp, my hands going flat to the mirror as he shoves up my dress. My pulse jangles as he yanks my panties down to my knees, pushes my thighs apart, and brings his thick cock to my pussy.
“Scream for me, baby.”
He rams in with one powerful thrust. I choke out a grunted, desperate cry of pleasure, like an itch that’s been driving me crazy all day is being scratched at last. Like the pressure that’s been building inside me is finally able to escape.
I moan, my fingers clawing at the mirror in front of us as Vaughn grabs my hips and starts to fuck me hard.
The loud, wet slaps of his hips crashing against my butt fill the small room.
I bite my lip, tasting his cum as I desperately try not to be too loud.
But it’s a lost cause. His fingers dig into my hips and his huge dick thrusts deep inside me again and again, hitting places I didn’t even know were there.
He reaches up and grabs a fist of my hair in his hand, yanking my head back, forcing me to meet my own slutty reflection in the mirror.
“Look at you taking my cock, princess,” he growls viciously. “Look at what a whore you are, cum dripping off your face while you get fucked like a cheap slut.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I squeal in pleasure through clenched lips, arching my back as he pounds into me. His palm crashes into my butt, spanking me hard and tearing a cry from my throat. When he does it again I stop trying to be quiet, crying out and screaming for more as he fucks into me.
His hold on my hair tightens, pushing my face right against the mirror, his cum smearing on the glass as my whole body caves at the exquisite depravity of it all.
“You’re making such a mess of that mirror, princess,” he grunts, thrusting harder and faster as he bends over me to let his lips brush my ear. “Clean it up.”
God help me.
I do.
My core tightens and spasms as my tongue darts out of my mouth and starts licking the cum from the mirror while Vaughn keeps fucking me like a machine.
I’m dimly aware of the woman knocking at the door again. Of Vaughn telling me to answer her, and me babbling something about “almost being done” as his gorgeous cock scrapes against a magical spot inside me over and over, until my legs are shaking and my toes are curling in my shoes.
He slaps my ass. Pulls my hair. Fucks the shit out of me.
Finally, I can’t take anymore.
“Vaughn—!”
“Come for me, baby. Be a good little whore and come all over my fat fucking dick.”
Jesus…
“There’s a fucking line out here!” the voice yells through the door.
“Coming!” I shriek back. “I’m commmmiinngg!!”
My whole body stiffens and shudders and breaks apart at the seams as the biggest orgasm of my life rips me to pieces.
Vaughn groans, thrusting deep and then gripping my hair and hip tightly as his cock erupts.
I cry out when I feel his muscles coil and hot cum exploding inside me, painting my inner walls as he holds himself there, both of us shaking and gasping for air.
I’m clinging for dear life to the sink and the mirror as I feel him start to slide out. I whimper when he slips free, feeling his cum starting to leak out of me.
Without a word, he reaches down and pulls my panties back up.
“Keep my cum right there.”
I’m still slumped over the sink as he tucks himself back into his pants and zips up. He pulls his jacket back on and calmly unknots his tie from around my neck before slipping it into his pocket. Then he checks himself over in the mirror and fixes his hair.
My breath is still coming out in shaky gasps as he leans down to my ear.
“Good girl. Now put yourself back together. Someone needs the bathroom.”
I barely have time to lurch away from the sink and hide behind the door before Vaughn opens it and steps out.
“About time!” The woman says tightly. “I need—”
“To wait your fucking turn,” Vaughn growls. “She’ll be out in a second.”
He shuts the door, and I hear the woman vaguely say “She?”
I can barely stand as I turn to look at myself in the mirror.
Good lord.
Blushing, I quickly pull my dress back up and try to get it back into place. I use wet paper towels to clean my face as best as I can, then tame my hair so it doesn’t look like I just shot hardcore porn in the powder room.
“And what exactly were you doing that took so long?”
The woman is right in my face when I finally open the door. She folds her arms over her chest, looking smug, like she’s just caught me red-handed doing something I should be ashamed of.
For a second, old Evelina takes over. The Evelina I’ve lived as for twenty-three years, who doesn’t step out of line, doesn’t do anything scandalous, and does not, in any capacity, have raw, deranged sex in bathrooms at parties.
That Evelina almost blurts a quiet apology before running away to bury her head under her pillow at home for the next month.
But then, new Evelina takes over.
I don’t know this woman glaring at me. I’ve never seen her before, and there’s a good chance I’ll never see her again.
Also?
I haven’t done anything wrong.
“Oh—in there?” I smile at her, delicately dabbing a finger at my lipstick before I lean closer. “I was getting fucked.”
Her eyes go wide.
“Really hard,” I add with a big smile on my face. “Enjoy the party!”
Then baby saunters off to go find herself another glass of champagne.