Forbidden Pleasure

CHAPTER 1 A VIRILE MAN AGATHA The sky was the color of a bruise. Wet, wide open and about to fester. And that was exactly the way my ego felt. I had closed from school a couple of hours ago and the rain chased me to Jared's place. Jared was my boyfriend and going to his place had been a mistake. When I got there, we decided on some hot s*x since the weather was cold, but when he touched me and realized that I didn't respond to his administrations, he just got angry and called off the relationship. We had been together for what felt like two months and all this while, Jared had never made me wet. The rain pouring down on me at this point did a better job. So my ego was bruised, just like the sky. Jared kept pushing all the blames on me even when I tried to tell him that I didn't know what was wrong with me. He said it was better if we stopped wasting our time and just found someone else. According to him, I wouldn't get wet even if he took a full hour trying to get me aroused. That hurt like a bag of nails thrown at me. But that's what I got for dating a jerk like him. I got to the place where I lived and was surprised to see that the lights in the house were all off. I remembered glancing at my wrist watch which Jared had inadvertently flung my bra on, before leaving his place. Mom should be home already. The house we lived in was part of an estate on Trump Street, and it was courtesy of my father's friend. My dad died when I was six, and if it wasn't for the framed pictures on mom's dresser, I wouldn't have known what he looked like. Our survival and my tuition fees were made possible by my dad's friend. Another father figure that I had never even met. Stepped in without asking for anything in return. I ran up the steps and let the excess water leave my body. But the cold wind was so intense that I quickly unlocked the door with the password and went in. The house was silent, but warmer. Darkness reached forward and covered me in its embrace. Being so used to the house ever since I was a kid, something told me that I wasn't alone, so, quickly I moved for the light switch and flipped it on. To my surprise, I wasn't alone in the house. Seated on the couch, was a man I had never seen before. He stared at me with conscious eyes, his clothes beside, a towel wrapped around his lower half, and feeling very comfortable and at home. He spoke even before I could utter a word. "You're late," he said. "I don't like to be kept waiting. Come over here quickly." I wanted to yell at the man to get the hell out of my house but I didn't. I took some steps forward. Why was he wearing just a towel? I wondered if my mom had a lover I didn't know about but the way the man talked, I was sure my mom wasn't in the house. "You don't even look like a slut to me. So, you must be new or naive. Either way, get down on your knees and put my c**k in your mouth." That was one hell of an order. Maybe it was because I had just broken up with Jared, or maybe it was because I wanted to see if he was right about me not feeling anything when a man touched me. But I did as I was told. The man pulled the towel open and his huge c**k stared at me. My eyes went ostrich eggs. His d**k wasn't even fully hard but it was so big, the biggest I had ever seen. I suddenly felt some wetness between my thighs and it had nothing to do with the rain. Was this strange man's c**k actually making me wet? "Get your hands on it!" he ordered impatiently. I grabbed his c**k with one hand, felt the weight of it, then added the other hand. Then I began to move my palms up and down his shaft. "Hmm," he said, definitely in pleasure. "Make sure you handle me well, slut. Need to get exactly what I paid for." It became clear to me that this man must have been expecting someone else, some prostitute for the cold night. Instead, he got me. But I didn't say anything. What the hell was wrong with me? As I kept rubbing him, I realized that I needed to have his c**k in my mouth. I wanted to taste it. So I did. And would you believe that I was only able to get his fully erected c**k only halfway into my mouth? "Hah. You're small. That's good. I like it small, and tight. Are you small and tight down there?" My n*****s hardened at his question and more warm liquid blessed the inside of my thighs. He was vulgar, but I wasn't irritated one bit. In fact, I liked it. I began to suck his d**k the way I had seen female pornstars do. In and out. "f**k! Sweet!" Hearing those words of satisfaction made me even more hornier. "Suck it and rub it, b***h!" I spat on his huge d**k and rode my palms up and down his shaft. I had never thought I'd be doing this to a stranger. Especially one I'd meet in my own house. Nothing about it felt wrong. To me, it all felt so good and satisfying. And I wanted it to last As if he could read my mind, the strange man grabbed my hair and took control. His c**k rammed against my tongue and my saliva was all over it in no time. He was f*****g my mouth and I placed both hands on his thighs for support. He stopped, let his d**k fall out of my mouth, then asked, "Aren't you forgetting something, b***h?" I shook my head in confusion.