I didn't know where the master bedroom was, so I walked through the kitchen, and around a corner into a long hallway. I paused, I didn't hear anything, and the house was dead silent. I took a deep breath, and stepped into a pitch-black room. I felt a freezing sensation, and tingles went up my spine. Somehow, I knew that that room was bad news.
"Hello?"
"Over here." I heard the lethal voice call from across the hall. "That room does not concern you." I slammed the door tight, and walked quickly towards the voice. The man was lying on the kind sized bed, in a velvety burgundy robe, waiting for me. I cleared my throat, and stood by the bed.
"What would you like me to do sir?"
"Well, first let's start with a kiss." I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, and walked closer to the bed. "Sit down, you're going to have to be comfortable." The voice he spoke in was haunting, almost as he's succeeded in doing this before. It wouldn't surprise me. My breathing quickened slightly, not from excitement, believe you me, but from terror. He looked deep into my eyes, almost as if he was trying to drug me with the lies cast behind them. I prepared myself, and puckered slightly. I pressed my lips against his, moving them with his so I could please him quickly and get my ass out of there. He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into him, and licked my lips, fighting for entry. I let him win, and wrestled my tongue with his, and he moaned quietly into my mouth. "You taste amazing." He licked his lips when I pulled away, and tried to steady his breathing. "Now, I'd like to see a striptease." I scoffed, and he glared at me. "Is that a problem?"
"I, I don't know how to do that."
"Just take off your clothes in a way you think will seduce me. It's not that hard." I thought for a moment, remembering what my girl used to do. I smiled, and asked him if there was a bathroom on this floor. "Right behind there." He pointed behind a bookcase in the room, and I left, and took a wet facecloth, without draining the water, and came back out. I set the cloth beside me, and trailed my hands under my shirt, and brought it up slowly. I licked my lips, and pulled my shirt off. I took the cloth, squeezed water over my head so it dripped down my face, the creases of my lips, and down over my washboard abs. I used my hand to spread the water over my chest and stomach, and trailed my hand down towards my pants. I squeezed myself from the outside and tilted my head back, making it look like I was getting hot, but actually I was trying to hide the fact that I was beyond disgusted. I whipped the belt off, and threw it beside him on the bed. I popped the button on the tight jeans, and slid my hand inside, trying to get myself hard. I kept eye contact, and licked my lips every so often. The man was smiling from ear to ear, so I think I was succeeding. After I peeled the jeans off, I crawled on the bed, and all the way up to him, asking if that was okay. "You're so fucking hot." He rubbed me in places I wish he hadn't, and whispered that he wanted oral. I bit my tongue from gagging, and lowered myself down. He opened his robe, revealing his nudity underneath. He kept himself clean, a step up from what I was expecting. I took him in my mouth, uncertain what to do, and sucked as hard as I possibly could without making myself sick. I rubbed him with my hands, easing him out of my mouth a bit; I'd rather my hands doing the dirty work, not my mouth. He pushed my head farther onto him, making me deep throat. You could tell he doesn't get much sex, because he automatically came into my mouth. Three strokes, you're out.
When he was calming himself down, I grabbed that facecloth, and spit his cum into that. I wanted to ralph. I cleared my throat again, and when I heard his breathing return to normal, I looked at him lying beside me, staring at me. "I'm ready for you." He was stroking his newly hard dick, and I gulped. I've never slept with a man before, and I wasn't planning on it. He ordered me to lay face down on the bed, so I did. I grabbed a pillow in case I needed something to scream into, and I could feel him press his erection into the upper backside of my thigh. I heard a squirt noise, and my eyes widened. At least he's using lube. He entered me slowly, and I groaned in pain. I shook, not wanting the nasty sensation of something up my ass. He started to move, increasing speed by the second. I didn't let any tears fall, but I cried out into the pillow numerous times. I tried to focus on positive things like, he'll be done soon, or you're doing this for Justin. But my mind kept slipping back to the squeak of the bed frame, and the grunting from behind me, and the drops of sweat from his face running down my back.