Anya's Awakening Ch. 01: On the Train - NonConsent/Reluctance

--nonconsent train groping--

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Anya shivered. It was still only early spring, and the frigid air whipped around her bare legs, forming goosebumps.I should have worn tights she thought to herself, smiling ruefully.Ah well. She looked around at the other commuters. There were perhaps thirty people waiting at the train station - A mixture of men in suits as well as some others also wearing uniforms. None the same as hers though. Anya went to a prestigious school - indeed, many of the alumni were heads of their respective fields in maths, business and the sciences. She herself had aspirations of becoming a biologist. It was hard work however. She sighed.

Eventually the train came, thundering down its iron tracks. As it slowed, an unexpected gust of wind blew her skirt up into the air. Anya blushed in embarrassment and tried to quickly hold it down, looking quickly around to see if anyone saw. As she looked, a few of the older working men in suits quickly glanced away. Her face grew even redder and she sighed again.

Anya looked in the reflection of the train window as it drew up. Eighteen years old, medium height. She had long black hair tied up with a blue ribbon with bright blue eyes to match, almost conveying a sense of wilful innocence. Her uniform was a typical one - navy blazer, knee-length skirt and a white shirt. At least, itshould have been a knee-length skirt. Now that she was eighteen, her clothes weren't fitting anymore. Her bust especially, and what should have been a sensible white shirt was now uncomfortably tight. In fact, large gaps showed between the straining buttons, giving glimpses at her pink bra and hinting at what looked like two, well-shaped 34C's. Her nipples could even be seen outlined, pushing against the thin fabric. Her skirt was equally suffering. While she had grown many inches, the skirt had not and at its lowest now only reached her upper thigh. So it was that whenever she bent over slightly, or even simply walked marginally faster than usual, it was with little effort that anyone could take a peek at her white cotton panties. To finish the outfit, she wore dark, above-the-knee socks and black, ordinary shoes. Not that she exposed herself on purpose of course. Her mother worked so hard to put food on the table for both of them; Anya was one of the poorer students in the school and the clothes were expensive.

As the train doors opened, Anya looked on in dismay. The carriage was unusually packed with people - not a single seat was available, let alone any space to stand either. She tried her best to push her way in, and just about managed to squeeze between a few commuters before the doors closed and the train slowly drew away. It was a forty minute train journey and her school bag was heavy. After a few minutes she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around, to see a handsome middle aged man wearing a suit. "Hey, would you like me to carry your bag for you? It looks like you're struggling!" He said. Anya nodded gratefully and handed over her bag to the kind gentleman.

"Thank you so much!" Anya said, relieved. She put her arms up to hold onto to straps above. She still wasn't that tall, and had to stretch to keep hold of them. After a minute or two, she suddenly felt a light pressure on her lower back. She assumed that it was just because they were so cramped together, but after a minute of so she felt it wander down her leg. The guy was slowly running his hand down her upper thighs, gently fondling them. Anya gasped, unable to say anything. She could barely move, already compromised by holding on to the straps above her with both hands. "Um..." she began. She felt the man lean into her and whisper to her. "Don't worry, you looked unstable so I'm just keeping you steady." he said. She could feel goosebumps erupt down her leg.

"Well... That does sound like a good idea..." Anya said, hesitatingly. Shewas feeling quite unsteady as the train rocked around her. The man started moving his hand around her ass, starting to grope. "Oh!" she gasped. "Are you sure this is keeping me steady...?" She asked, nervously.

"Of course, just relax." The man whispered in her ear. She tried to do what he said and relax. She didn't want to make a scene - the embarrassment would kill her and she was by nature anyway rather submissive. She wasn't sure what to do. Now she wished she had some experience already - she had had no boyfriends, no previous experimentation apart from some mild adventures with her own fingers. She had never been particularly sexually sure of herself; that is, never tried to do much.

Suddenly she felt the man press his whole body against her. He reached round with his other hand and started massaging her right breast. Anya let out a tiny, involuntary moan and her face flushed as her sensitive nipples betrayed her and stiffened under his caresses. "You slut, you're loving this!" the man whispered, viciously. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, revealing her bra and perky breasts. At least no one was looking down, it was so cramped. She let go of the strap with one hand and tried to pull his hand away. "Please..." She whispered.

The man laughed. "Please what? I'm doing you a favour here." He continued to grope her whilst she slowly melted, her passions overtaking her. Soon she just looked up, desperately trying to hold herself together but she was falling apart, her arousal beginning to grow deep within her midriff. She timidly stopped trying to pull his questing hand away and dropped her hand to her side, anxiously. She tried to think for a second, but her thoughts were too confusing and muddled. Fear, anxiety. Yet at the same time arousal and desire. Her face flushed even further. There was no choice for her left as she felt him pull up her skirt.

He started feeling her inner thigh and she instinctively put her feet apart to give him better access. His hand wandered up, until it landed upon the rapidly moistening patch at her front. He started rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton fabric, teasing it, and quickly her panties were getting soaked with her fluids. He pushed her panties aside, revealing her modest bush, and probed deeper, stimulating her clitoris. "Ahh!" Anya couldn't help but moan softly. A wave of pleasure rocked her as he touched her where she herself had never explored before. She didn't know such pleasure was even possible; she arched her back, letting him further in. Her ass pushed up against him and she felt something hard. Somehow she knew it wasn't his belt. Slowly, she started pushing herself up against him, almost fearfully, grinding against his hard shaft, feeling it press against her ass. She couldn't help but wonder at the thought of it penetrating her. She gasped. His cock was hard, so maybe that meant she was doing something right? She felt strangely pleased with herself.I'm making him enjoy it, she thought to herself.

Anya felt the man pull away and she let out a moan of disappointment. Then she heard him unbuckle his pants and immediately her arousal came back, along with a hint of trepidation. He pushed against her and suddenly could feel his hard cock between her legs, rubbing against her inner thighs. It felt big. His hands continued to fondle her breasts and she could feel the heat in her pussy begin to rise.I'm gonna cum if he keeps this up! Her soaking panties lubricated his shaft as he pushed it against her thighs, and she moaned again, involuntarily. She felt relieved that he didn't try to penetrate her... or was she oddly disappointed? Anya wasn't sure anymore.

Eventually she couldn't take it anymore. She felt the orgasm building, until it with a gasp she climaxed. Her thighs shook uncontrollably. An impossible flood of her orgasmic juices dripped down her legs and onto his cock. "Ohhh!" She moaned, desperately trying to stay quiet. Her knees felt incredibly shaky and weak as a warm glow surrounded her. He was still thrusting and breathing heavily. She knew that he must be close to ejaculating. He groaned, pulling back slightly, as four or five huge ropes of cum shot out from his dick and coated her inner thighs. It dripped down, mingling with her juices until her legs had long rivulets of cum running down them. She breathed slowly, trying to stay standing, completely humiliated. What had just happened?

The train slowed and Anya realised that they had come into the station - she had completely lost track of time. Before she could say or do anything, the doors opened, and the man disappeared, leaving her to bend over and pick up her heavy schoolbag. She walked outside, dazed slightly, as her senses slowly returned to her. Then she panicked, and ran to the toilets to clean off her legs before anyone noticed. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still pink and she could feel that her panties were damp.Am I a slut? She thought to herself. She knew that what had happened was wrong, but... She smiled. It had felt good.

That night she shaved her pussy. She wasn't entirely sure why, but the thought of it being pink and smooth sent a tingle through her. Anya lay in her bed, her hand soon reaching her flower bud, desperately trying to re-enact what had happened that morning. She masturbated furiously, until at last she came, her juices gushing out. It wasn't quite the same though. The idea of that man on the train groping her filled her mind again...

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Anya's Awakening Ch. 04: On the Train 02 - NonConsent/Reluctance

Anya gets fucked on the train.

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It had been a few weeks since Anya first met the man on the train. She hadn't seen him since. She couldn't help but feel relieved as the subsequent train journeys became normal again. At least, relatively normal. She often noticed men glancing surreptitiously at her bare thighs. Looks like that isn't changing she thought to herself, sighing. It was too hot for tights now, so she opted to just keep her legs bare. Though, she had also noticed something else.

Whenever she boarded the train, or simply waited at the station, there were always a few men who bumped into her as they rushed past, using their hands on her body to steady themselves. She was sure that they were accidents though. It's easy to stumble when you're rushing she thought. Perhaps it was a good thing then, that she was there to help them stay upright, she thought, feeling oddly pleased. Their hands would land all over her body though - back, abdomen, breasts, even her ass! It's probably normal she thought to herself.

She tapped the pocket of her blazer, where a small packet of pregnancy pills sat. She had bought them the other day, feeling slightly embarrassed as she did. She wasn't entirely sure why, because she didn't want to have sex. But... You never know she thought to herself.

As the train drew up, Anya looked on in dismay. It looked like it was going to be a busy day again and all the carriages were packed full of commuters, like sardines in a tin. She sighed. The doors rocked open, and she rushed forwards along with everyone else, desperately trying to squeeze in and find a space. Whilst she pushed herself in, she felt others also pushing against her from behind. There was an unmistakeable touch of a hand on her ass, palming it. She put it down to the normal rush of bodies being crushed together as they tried to enter the train. She couldn't help shivering though.

Eventually, she managed to find a tight spot, hemmed in from all sides by men in suits who still towered above her small, eighteen year old figure. She stretched her arms up, holding onto the strap above with both hands as best she could. It was still a struggle and her whole body was definitely compromised as she held on, unable to do anything else. With a jolt, the train began to leave and she was jostled by other passengers who bumped into her with the shaking of the train. She sighed. Another tiring journey...She thought to herself.

Suddenly, after a few minutes of travel, Anya felt something touch her. After a few moments she realised what it was: someone standing directly behind her was continually bumping into her each time the train rounded a curve or jolted over something. Her mind froze for a second. She could feel his body press against her rear, moving in rhythm with the train. She couldn't do anything, her hands still holding onto the strap above her. She tried to ignore it. Even worse, the unsteady jolting made her inadvertently bump back, rhythmically pushing her ass into him. She couldn't do anything about it, and tried not to panic as her ass began grinding against his groin.

After a few more minutes of this steady bumping against her ass, Anya could feel him move closer to her, until he was pressing against her body, temporarily stopping her from moving. She held her breath nervously, not daring to try and turn around. The other commuters were blissfully unaware, wrapped up in their own worlds. Anya could feel his warm breath on her neck and goosebumps erupted along her back. "Um..." She whispered, nervously. She wasn't sure what to say.

"Relax," came a deep, masculine voice in her ear. She nervously tried to steady her beating heart and quell her nerves.

With a start, Anya felt him grab her hands. She struggled for a second, then looked upwards. Her eyes flew open in shock. He had used some cord to tie her hands to the straps. In the blink of an eye she was completely trapped. She desperately tried to pull her hands away, but they were firmly tied shut and all she succeeded in doing was grind her own body against his. Anya realised what she was doing and quickly stopped, not wanting to encourage him. "Please..." She whimpered. She didn't want to alert anyone, the thought of others seeing her in this position sending waves of shame through her mind.

"No more..." She began, trying one last-ditch attempt to free her hands. It didn't work and she inadvertently rubbed her ass against his groin again, her back arching. She felt something hard and almost gasped out loud. Is that what I think it is? She thought, nervously.

"Shut up, bitch," came the voice again in her ear. She whimpered in fear. What was he going to do to her? Her answer came a second later, as he brought his hands round to her chest and began to grope her large breasts through the fabric. She struggled slightly, but could barely move as he stole big handfuls, mercilessly kneading her breasts. His fingers began caressing her sensitive nipples, which quickly betrayed her and hardened under his skilful ministrations.

Anya couldn't hold back a tiny squeak. He unbuttoned her shirt, relieving the straining buttons. Her bra was display and was the only thing holding her pert breasts in place. "No, please!" She whispered, quietly. He ignored her, and in one swift motion pulled her bra down, exposing her tits to the world. "Oh!" She gasped. He continued to grope them, carefully manipulating her engorged nipples and she could feel her arousal start to grow from within her.

Her body was acting against her mind, slowly overpowering it as he didn't stop touching her. With one hand he continued to grope her breasts, while with the other he slowly reached down, and began massaging her ass. She felt his hand underneath her skirt, palming her ass. His roaming hand moved inwards, and began to feel her inner thighs, and, without thinking about it, she moved her legs apart, giving him free access to what was between her legs. His hand followed through, and immediately he began rubbing his fingers over her slit, protected only by her thin panties.

Anya let out a tiny moan. "Please!" she gasped, as her panties were soon completely soaked with her fluids. Her hands were aching slightly but she couldn't pull them down, her whole body available for him to use how he wished. She heard quiet laughing. He held up his dripping fingers, and grabbed her mouth. Without any choice she parted her lips, and he stuck his wet fingers into her mouth. She could taste her own juices and her tongue greedily flicked around his finger, heat rising within her at the taste of herself.

"Enjoy it, slut!" The man said, grinning evilly. She couldn't deny her body's manipulations anymore. She felt a wave of pleasure radiating from her pussy as he went back, further moistening her legs. Suddenly Anya felt his hands withdraw, and a pang of disappointment went through her mind. She wanted more.

Without warning, he yanked down her panties, pulling them right down to the floor, making her gasp. She stepped out of them, knowing that she had no choice. He hiked up her skirt, exposing her bare pussy and asshole to anyone close if they looked down. She felt embarrassment and her face flushed crimson as he exposed her to the world. Please don't look she desperately thought, thinking of the other passengers. She was completely compromised.

He started to tease her, running his fingers along her thighs, then along her stomach. Her pussy was aching now and she couldn't help but wish that he would pleasure her again. His hand brushed her flower, and she shivered in anticipation. He slowly inserted two fingers, and without warning pushed them deep into her slit. "Ohhh!" She gasped out. He began finger fucking her, until her juices were running down her thighs, and her eyes were rolled back, her head tilted upwards. He came to her clit, and she had to suppress another moan as her pleasure reached a new level. He teasted her clit, gently rubbing it slowly and then quickly, changing what he was doing so that she had no idea what was coming next.

Now he was fully in control of her and she stopped fighting back, her knees buckling with the start of an orgasm. She felt the rush within her, her whole body tingling with adrenaline as her orgasm was finally released. "Fuck!" She moaned, her voice rising slightly. He reached up and put one hand tightly over her mouth and she began to moan uncontrollably into it, the sound muffled by his hand. his other hand still fingering her pussy. Her knees shook as she tried to stay upright. Tremors took hold of her legs, and slowly faded away as she started to sag. Only her tied hands were holding her up now.

But the man wasn't finished yet. She heard an unzipping sound, and knew that he was unbuckling his pants. Anya felt something hard begin to rub against her ass and knew that it was his penis. "Please... don't!" She moaned out. Not that she had a choice in the matter anymore.

With a gasp from Anya, he grabbed her right leg and pulled it up, her knee nestled in his hand, her pussy on display. He moved even closer up against her, until his shaft was caressing her inner thighs. She couldn't help but glance down to look at it. It was big and throbbing, perhaps six inches or so. She looked up, almost praying to God. He began rubbing her pussy with his shaft, brushing over it, until precum was oozing out, and mingling with her juices. He paused by her entrance.

Anya took a breath. Was he going to do it? She thought, nervously. Then he pushed it in. "Ahhh!" She moaned into his hand, saliva leaking from her mouth. She could feel his shaft delve its way into her defenceless pussy, and her eyes widened in shock and emotion of the new sensation.

"Fuck!" the man whispered. "You're so tight!" He struggled to push his cock all the way in. From about halfway he pulled out, and began to slowly fuck her teen pussy. With every thrust she let out a moan as she felt herself get speared by his cock. It felt unbelievably good, better than anything she had felt before. Already she was feeling another orgasm approach as his cock fucked her. A rush of emotion arced through her body.

The man paused for a second. He grunted, and with a huge thrust, pushed his cock all the way in, balls deep into her tight pussy. "Fuck!" Anya moaned. It felt amazing as his shaft pounded away, her mind reducing itself to mush. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt herself orgasm for the second time, her juices dripping out, lubricating his cock even more. Any thoughts of regret disappeared, and she felt herself ensnared in the throes of pleasure, her mind completely gone. The only sensation was of him, mercilessly fucking her. She felt his breath on the side of her neck and on impulse turned her head, kissing him whilst he drove himself into her.

After ten minutes of hard fucking, he was finally ready to cum. He groaned, and Anya knew that he was ready. "N-Not in me!" she moaned, trying to make herself heard through his hand that was still muffling her voice. But her mind was telling her a different story. The thought of him filling her up with his cum enveloped her mind, taking hold of her.

The man couldn't hear her anyway, and groaned again, ready to release his seed. He pushed deep against her, burying himself balls deep into her slit. With a powerful burst, huge spurts of cum shot inside her, filling her up with his seed. Anya moaned in pleasure, feeling his cum inside her. It felt so good. After a couple of moments, he finally pulled out, cum still leaking from his shaft. She could hear him zipping his pants again, putting away his cock.

He let go of her leg, and Anya drooped, her legs weak and shaking. He untied her hands and she stumbled to the floor, exhausted. She sat on the floor for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Her senses slowly began to return and she realised that they were pulling into the final station. The man bent down, laughing at her. "I'll be taking these." He said, holding up her soaked panties. With that, he disappeared into the crowd of people as the doors opened with a squeak.

Anya weakly stood up, trying to ignore the pearls of cum now running down her inner legs. She slowly walked out of the carriage, buffeted by the rush of other commuters. Her senses were beginning to return and with a start she realised her shirt was unbuttoned and her panties were gone. Oh no! She thought, quickly trying to button up her shirt and smooth her crumpled skirt. She walked out of the station, in a daze, completely oblivious to the men in suits staring at her.

Cum was dripping down Anya's legs. There was so much of it. She had no time to clean up now though, she had to get to school or she would be late. She walked as quickly as possible, knowing full well that decency was out of the window as her short skirt moved up with every stride. Anya could tell that men were openly looking at her exposed lower body, but she did her best to ignore them. The faster she walked, the more cum began leaking out of her pussy until her legs were glistening and wet. Fuck! She thought to herself.

Finally in the school bathroom she managed to clean herself up, although new rivulets of seed were already streaking down her thighs. She would just have to ignore them and hope nobody noticed. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed.

Anya felt weird. She felt incredibly...satisfied and full, as if she had just eaten a large, delicious meal. But even better. The thought of the man fucking her filled her mind again and she felt something grow within her.

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Anya's Awakening Ch. 02: Teacher Office - NonConsent/Reluctance

Anya improves her grades.

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"Hey, Anya!" A girl called. It was Sofia.

"Oh, hey Sofia." Anya said. She smiled. Sofia was one of her best friends, out of the few she had. Anya didn't tell her about the events of last week, though. She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone, yet.

"So... How do you think you did on the test?" Sofia said, eagerly. Anya grimaced. History was the only class she was struggling in, But she needed an "A" in all her classes if she wanted to go to a good university. So far, she had done well, except for History. Sofia saw her expression. "Ah well. It's not the end of the world." They entered class, Anya somewhat dubiously. She sat down at her seat at the front, directly in front of Mr. Davies' desk. "Hello class, here are all the test papers from last week. Mostly good!" He said, before handing them out. Anya looked at hers and gulped. Fifty-four percent, or a D. Not good. She looked around at Sofia sitting nearby, who was giving her a thumbs up and mouthing "A." She sighed.

Mr Davies sat at his desk while the students worked. He carefully knocked a marker off the table, and bent down to pick it up. He quickly risked a peek sideways, directly under Anya's desk. Her knees were bent outwards, displaying her perfect thighs and panties. He looked closer and saw a light camel-toe. Quickly, he backed up, trying to focus on his work. Mr Davies was not one of nature's natural perverts. But there was something about Anya that made him rock-hard. It had taken him a while to realise she wasn't teasing him -- she was genuinely naive and unaware of what she was doing. He glanced at her face, where she was absentmindedly sucking on the end of her pen. He almost groaned out loud. He wouldn't risk his job though. He loved teaching and was considered good by the students and his peers. He knew about the female students' comments about him but it never fazed him, or made him question his morality. He tried to think about something else. Anya was struggling in class. Perhaps he should have a chat with her and see if he could motivate her to succeed. And have more time to stare at her said a small part of his brain.

As the students left, Anya was called back. "Anya, could I just speak to you for a moment?" Mr Davies asked her. Sofia looked at Anya sympathetically before leaving. "Why don't we have an informal chat about your grades in my office after school." Mr Davies said, looking sternly at her. "It's time we did something about them. There is something of them to be left desired." Anya just nodded, resigned. "Well, off with you then. I'll be seeing you later."

"Well? What did he say?" Sofia asked her.

Anya laughed. "Calm down! I just have to see him after school for some talking to. I presume he'll make me do extra work or something."

"Unlucky." Sofia said. "Guess you should have worked hard then!"

"I know, I know," Anya said. "History is my Achilles Heel though."

The bell sounded, signalling the end of the day. "I'll see you later," Anya muttered to Sofia, before leaving to Mr Davies' office. She knocked on the door, and heard a voice going "enter." She nervously opened it and went inside. "Close the door behind you, please, Anya."

Mr Davies observed Anya sitting before him. He could even glimpse her panties from her just sitting down, and felt a stirring in his pants. Even the outline of her nipples was visible! "Let's get right down to it, OK? You need to work a little harder in this subject, after all; you DO want to go to a good university, don't you?" He said, sternly.

"But sir, with respect, I don't even like history, I want to become a biologist!" Anya replied, nervously.

"Oh?! How can anyone not enjoy history!" He laughed. "I fully understand, Anya. It seems so unnecessary to your future to have to study this, and perhaps you're right. But the universities want to see that you are prepared to put the effort in in every subject."

"I know." Anya sighed.

"Well, what we could do is extra work after school once a week. To get you up to scratch. It may not be fun, but trust me, you won't regret it in the end." Mr Davies said. And I can see her on her own!

"Um..." Anya began. "Is there nothing else I could do?" That really sounds boring!

Mr Davies looked at her. Her blue eyes gazed at him innocently and he felt himself get semi-hard. Suddenly the thought of those blue eyes gazing up at him in adoration whilst she sucked his cock filled his mind. He went red. He had to do it. "Well. Perhaps there is something..."

"Yes?" Anya said, hopefully. Anything but more work! She thought to herself.

Mr Davies took a deep breath. "It involves you getting on your knees, if you get my drift."

"On my knees? What do you mean?" She really doesn't know! Is she really this naive? Mr Davies thought to himself, jubilantly.

"Why don't I show you? But you must tell no-one, you understand? It'll be our secret and you can tell everyone that we are doing extra history work.

Anya nodded, enthusiastically.

"And if you do well, I might even be persuaded to raise your grade to an A..."

Anya smiled. "Really? Then I'll do anything!"

"Well then." Mr Davies continued. "Why don't you sit down on your knees and close your eyes for me."

Anya felt a little confused, but did so, waiting patiently, her eyes closed and lips slightly parted.

Mr Davies made sure to lock the door and then walked over to stand in front of her. Anya could hear walk over, and wondered what he was doing. "What are you doing, sir?" She asked.

He smiled. "Keep your eyes closed. You'll see in a moment."

He quickly unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock, which was already semi-hard. Soon it was its full length of six and a half inches. "Now Anya, I want you to open your mouth for me, good girl." Anya slowly opened her mouth wide, feeling somewhat bewildered. Then she felt something hard and warm enter her mouth. "Mmmph!" She gasped. Her eyes flew open. Mr Davies had his cock out and had pushed it halfway into her waiting mouth. She pulled back. "What...?" she began, a little shocked. She felt a small tingle race through her body. It looked big.

"Keep your mouth open, girl." Mr Davies said, and she nervously opened her mouth again.

"Are we allowed to do this...?" She asked, hesitantly.

"Of course, Anya. You DO want to succeed in this subject, don't you? Well you'd better do as I tell you." Mr Davies responded, somewhat sternly.

"Well, OK then." Anya said.

He started tracing her lips with his cock, coating her lips with pre-cum that oozed from the tip. She inadvertently licked her lips, tasting the salty fluid. It wasn't bad like she was expecting. In fact, it tasted quite nice. "Use your tongue." Mr Davies commanded. She dutifully stuck out her tongue and started to lick his tip, swirling it around softly. He groaned. She started sucking his engorged dick, slowly getting accustomed to the sensation. Soon his view was dominated by her enthusiastically bobbing up and down on his shaft. She paused for a second. I can't believe it! I'm sucking his dick! She thought to herself, almost shocked with herself.

"Is this good?" Anya said, excitedly.

"Fuck yeah, girl." Mr Davies responded, moaning in pleasure. Anya couldn't help but feel a thrill. He was enjoying it! Suddenly he grasped the back of her head with his hands, taking control fully. Anya felt powerless, but at the same time her arousal grew. She didn't know that this would be so exciting. He started slowly thrusting, pushing his cock in about half way up its length and pulling out again. Anya could feel his shaft fill her mouth and she tongued it whilst it entered. His grip on her head felt strong firm and she knew that she couldn't pull away even if she tried. She gagged for a second, feeling his cock enter the back of her throat. "Relax," Mr Davies said. "Relax your muscles, breathe through your nose." Anya tried to do so, and suddenly it was much easier.

His thrusts started to increase in speed and depth, pushing deeper and harder down her throat. He forcefully pushed her head close and in shock, Anya felt her nose pressed against his abdomen. His spear was buried deep in her slick, engorged throat. She began to gag again, before remembering his words. She focussed, trying her best to relax her throat muscles. Anya gazed up at him whilst his cock was lodged in her throat, feeling dazed and almost hypnotised. After a few seconds he pulled out, a few strands of her saliva joining his cock with her mouth. She's a natural! Mr Davies thought to himself. Barely a gag reflex.

Soon he started thrusting deep again, pushing against her head with every thrust. He was using her mouth as nothing more than a warm hole to fuck, and Anya felt strangely aroused. She wanted to feel ashamed but instead her arousal grew as she realised that she was being used for his pleasure only. The thought made her shiver in excitement. The face-fucking continued in earnest and she glanced up to see his face taut with pleasure. Each thrust made her produce small gagging sounds as her throat was stretched to accommodate his shaft. Anya was beginning to feel senseless, and her eyes rolled back, letting him completely dominate her as she started to lose grip on her surroundings. All that she could sense was the huge cock mercilessly fucking her small, teen mouth.

After a few more minutes of the rough throat-fucking, Mr Davies was finally ready to cum. He moaned out load and Anya felt cum shoot down her throat into her stomach. He pulled out slightly, spraying some more and filling her mouth with his seed. One last spurt lashed across her face, from her nose to the tip of her chin. Rivulets of cum and saliva dripped off his cock, connected to her lips. He panted, heavily, as his erection began to subside. Anya just sat there, dazed after the face-fucking she had received. Her gorgeous mouth was smeared with cum, and her had mascara leaked down her face. She felt sore and used, but at the same time satisfied that she was able to please her teacher.

"You may stand now, girl." Mr Davies said, grinning, his cock drained of fluid. Anya shakily stood up, feeling her mouth drip cum onto the floor. She licked her lips and swallowed, removing the last traces of cum from her mouth. "Here is a tissue, clean yourself up. I think you've earned that A. But we had better schedule some regular sessions to keep you on top of your work..." She nodded, smiling. She couldn't wait.

"Definitely!"

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Anya's Awakening Ch. 03: Dress Code - NonConsent/Reluctance

Anya seduces the headmaster.

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"Look, Anya, it's completely unacceptable. Your skirt is clearly too short. You need to wear a longer skirt and a shirt that fits too. Do you understand me? Our school image must be protected." The headmaster, Mr Fulbright looked at Anya sternly.

"But sir-" Anya tried to say.

"No buts, young lady. The dress code clearly states that your skirt must be knee-length."

"The other girls don't wear it to their knees either!" Anya said, indignantly. Mr Fulbright sighed.

"That may well be the case, but they're also breaking the dress code. And theirs' is only a few inches above the knee. Yours on the other hand, however is-" His face went slightly red. "- Significantly higher! Sort it out! If you don't, we may have to see about some form of punishment, such as a suspension. Do I make myself clear? This is just a warning, but next time..." He left the final words unsaid.

"Yes, sir, I'll do it." Anya responded, gloomily. How on earth was she going to be able to afford an expensive new school uniform?

"So, in short. I'm in trouble." Anya said, a worried expression on her face. Sofia looked concerned. They were sat at the lunch table, enjoying a meal together.

"Hmm..." Sofia started to think. "Maybe..." Her face went bright red. "Never mind, that would be silly."

"What? What should I do? At this point I would do anything!" Anya said, urgently.

"Forget it, it's dumb." Sofia said.

"Tell me now!" Anya said, her voice rising. She really was desperate.

"Well...You could try to...you know. Seduce him a little bit." Sofia said, slowly. Seduce him! Anya thought to herself.

"What do you mean?" She asked, nervously.

"Well, you know. Maybe flash him your panties by accident, or something?" Sofia said, looking thoughtful.

"Hmm... Do you think that would work?" Anya said, interested.

"Perhaps. Maybe something else would be better. I don't know, really." Sofia shrugged.

"Thanks for the advice. Maybe I will try something like that." Anya replied. I actually have an idea of my own. She thought back to Mr Davies. She leaned over and whispered in Sofia's ear. Sofia gasped.

"You're not serious!" She said, looking shocked.

"C'mon, Sofia. It's not like I'm going to give him a blowjob or something. Just a quick peek." Anya said, smiling.

"Well, if it's just quick..." Sofia said, unsure. Sofia felt a small jolt in her body. She felt strange, almost a little turned on.

"Thanks for the help, Sofia!" Anya said, before standing up to leave. "Let's try it out!" Sofia just looked up at her, nervously.

"Good luck." She said.

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Anya stood outside Mr Fulbright's office, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She almost couldn't believe what she was about to do. She looked around, making sure no one was there, then quickly pulled down her panties and stuffed them in her bag. Her perfect ass and pussy were completely exposed and if she bent down even slightly, anyone would be subject a a fantastic view. Then she unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, exposing a healthy amount of cleavage. Finally she knocked on the door. "Come in," came Mr Fulbright's voice from within. She took a deep, unsteady breath.

Anya walked in. "Anya? What is the matter this time?" Mr Fulbright said.

"Sir, i-is there nothing else I could do to make you change your mind?" She stuttered, walking up to his desk.

"Sit down. Let me think about it. But I rather doubt it." Mr Fulbright said, looking stern. Anya sat down, purposefully spreading her legs wide so as to give a clear view of her bare pussy to him. She saw him glance down and knew there was no way that he could have missed it. She looked carefully at his face and saw it flushing. She smiled to herself. So far so good. He glanced at her top, seeing the exposed cleavage and couldn't help but start getting a hard on.

"Mr Fulbright please! Maybe I could...persuade you?" She implored, keeping eye contact.

"Go on..." Mr Fulbright said, trying in vain not to keep peeking. Anya stood up and leaned against his desk, giving him a full view down her shirt.

"Perhaps I could help you out in a few ways?" She said, smiling at him. Suddenly she realised she would have to do more than just flash him.

"What do you mean?" Mr Fullbright said, his will beginning to crack.

"Well..." Anya began, and almost on impulse crawled under his desk until she had reached his legs. Before he could say anything she had unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock through his underwear.

"Anya! What do you think you're doing!" He cried, shocked.

"Persuading you. It looks like you're already hard." Anya replied, before pulling out his rock hard cock. It was probably six and a half inches and Anya couldn't help but wonder if she could swallow it all. She had to try.

She began licking the tip, lubricating it by swirling her tongue around the head. "Fuck!" Mr Fullbright groaned. He couldn't stop her. She began to go deeper, sucking his cock, bobbing her head up and down whilst he moaned in pleasure. Her small teen mouth could barely fit around his shaft, but she tried her best. She had to make him happy and satisfied.

After a few minutes of working at his cock, she tried to push herself further into his body. Anya started going down as far as she could until her nose almost touched his lower stomach. She could feel his cock filling her throat each time and she was determined to go all the way.

Mr Fullbright was moaning in pleasure, unable to resist, when he suddenly heard the door open. Shit! He thought. Without warning in walked his assistant, Miss Daisy. Not good he thought to himself. He tried to ignore Anya who hadn't even noticed the door opening and was still enthusiastically deepthroating his member, saliva dripping from her mouth onto the floor.

"Mr Fullbright, I have the papers here for you to look at. I'll leave them here on your desk. She placed a sheath of papers onto his desk, completely oblivious to what was happening directly underneath, less than ten centimetres away. "Th-Thank you, Miss Daisy." He stuttered, trying to keep his voice level.

"Is everything okay, sir?" Miss Daisy asked, looking concerned. "You do look a little strained."

"I'm fine, just a little tired that's all." He replied, his hands gripping his chair as he tried to suppress a groan.

"OK Sir, well I hope you feel better soon." She walked out, closing the door behind her. He sighed in relief. The adrenaline that had built and was making his heart pound in fear slowly ebbing away again. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was receiving from the hot teen schoolgirl. "Fuck!" He moaned as her soft lips enveloped his cock and small wet noises emanated from underneath the desk.

He felt Anya grabbing his hand, placing it on her head. Mr Fullbright seemed to get the message. He held her head and thrust it down on his cock until it was completely buried balls deep in her slick throat, making her produce small gagging noises each time he pushed her head onto his shaft. "I'm gonna cum!" he moaned, feeling his orgasm build in his cock. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Ahhh!" He groaned. Anya suddenly pulled back and he let go, before spraying his load directly in her face. "Fuck!" he moaned. Anya knelt there, feeling the hot, sticky cum spurt across her face.

She moaned in pleasure as she felt him unload. Finally the streams that were pasting her gorgeous face slowed and stopped, a few errant drops leaking from his dick which she quickly licked up. She crawled out from underneath the table, and looked at him happily. Her face was glazed in cum, from her forehead to her chin. It had started dripping down onto her shirt and she quickly caught it with her hands, licking them clean. "It tastes so good!" She moaned. Mr Fullbright looked at her. Fuck! He thought to himself. What have I gotten myself into? He opened his mouth.

"Looks like I might just be persuaded to forget about the dress code issue after all..."

"Really? Thank you!" Anya said, smiling happily.

"-However, I may need some more persuasion later on. Understand?" Mr Fullbright said. He didn't want to lose this perfect girl just yet.

"Aww, really? I guess you're right." She said. Somehow she wasn't particularly upset though. In fact, quite the opposite. Being used by the headmaster himself, relieving his stress sounded like a perfect dream. She felt turned on just thinking about it.

"Well?" Sofia asked her. "Did it work?" Anya grinned.

"Yeah, of course! Problem solved." She said. Sofia looked at her and laughed.

"I didn't think it would be so easy! Well done." Sofia responded, grinning back.

Until next time...

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Anya's Awakening Ch. 05: Glory Holes - NonConsent/Reluctance

--nonconsent glory hole blowjobs--

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It was high spring. The mild sun sent its cloud-dapples light gently down through the high-rise buildings, creating a picturesque afternoon scene. Anya and Sofia walked down the street together after a tiring day at school, both licking ice-creams. They both didn't feel like talking too much and were simply enjoying another end of a day, relaxing in each other's company. Anya could tell Sofia was nervous about something though. Her body had taken on a tense demeanour, and she was certainly not talking as much as she usually did. She had asked her, earlier, what the problem was. All Sofia would respond with was "Nothing, it's no big deal." Anya wished Sofia would share with her.

Sofia looked sideways at Anya and smiled. She thought Anya looked exceptionally pretty that day. I think I'll keep that to myself she thought. A small, sexual twinge raced through her body. Anya was more than pretty. Her legs were now fully on display, as she forgoed her knee-high socks for normal ones, now that the weather had warmed up. Sofia still couldn't help but sneak as many peeks as she could. One day she would work up the nerve to ask her out on a date.

As they walked down, nearing the crossroads where they would take their separate ways home, she could suddenly hear imposing footsteps behind them. Somehow Sofia felt a cloud of apprehension cover her. She felt like something bad was about to happen.

The footsteps came closer, until without warning a hand clapped onto her shoulder and she jumped, before quickly turning around. Anya stopped and also turned. "Oi!" came an angry voice. Sofia blanched. It was Marcus. The so-called Marcus was tall, dark haired and matching eyes. Deceptively attractive, but with a black heart Sofia thought, angrily.

"Well well. If it isn't little Sofia...and her friend." Apart from this mention, he completely ignored Anya, who stood there, looking slightly nonplussed at what was going on. "Time's run out, and your family hasn't paid up. It's been a month already. You guys are in big-" He pointed downwards. "-Trouble. Understand?" Sofia looked tearful.

"H-hey, what's going on?" Anya tried to say, albeit not with much conviction. Confrontation was not her strong point. Sofia looked down at the ground. Marcus laughed.

"Your friend's family had some bills to pay. But they couldn't. So they came to me, an honest financial backer and supplier of loans." Loans? A loan shark then. But why would Sofia's family need that? They're well off, aren't they? Anya thought, worriedly.

"Anyway," Marcus continued. "I, out of the graciousness of my heart helped them in their plight. And they repay me with nothing! Nothing!" He paused, lowering his voice again. "And now, I have come to collect my dues, from their daughter." Sofia gulped. What did he mean?

"So, unless you want your parents to go to jail, you're going to have to pay the loan yourself. Fully." Marcus said, his face now transformed into a queer smile, his eyes twinkling. Sofia was confused. How could she pay back her parent's loan?" While they usually had enough money, unfortunately some things had happened to their situation that meant they were short of money they desperately needed, hence the taking out of the loan.

"I don't understand..." She began nervously.

"Of course you don't." Marcus replied, contemptuously. "But mark my words, you'll pay..." He paused for effect. The girls quailed in fear, and he smiled. He had Sofia right where he wanted her.

"Luckily for you, an opportunity does present itself..." Sofia looked up, not daring to hope too much. Marcus could see the glimmerings of hope in her eyes and knew he had her in his grasp.

"Don't get to comfortable. I doubt you would be suited for such work." He said, brusquely.

Sofia gasped. "No! Please, I'll do anything! Just don't take us to court!" she cried, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Well..." Marcus began. "If you're willing to do anything, then perhaps this could be sorted out after all." Sofia smiled.

"Yes!" she said, hurriedly. After all, it couldn't be so bad, right? Besides, I have to do this, for my parents, she thought to herself.

"Hmmm..." Marcus said. "OK! I accept your offer. You will do as follows. Tomorrow evening, at 5:30 P.M, make your way to this street. I'll be waiting. Don't bother changing out of your uniform. And don't tell your parents either. Tell them you're studying or something, I don't care." With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Anya cried. She had been silent this whole time, but had to help her friend out. "I can help too! Let me come!" She begged. Marcus looked her up and down, his eyes lingering uncomfortably long on her chest and thighs, before smiling at her. "Of course! You may certainly do some of the work that Sofia is going to do. It's good to have loyal friends, Sofia." With that, he left.

Sofia and Anya looked at each other. "Anya..." Sofia started. "You don't have to do this! It's my problem." She looked at the ground, almost crying.

"Oh Sofia! You're my best friend. I'm always here for you." Anya replied, embracing her friend. "Don't worry, I imagine we'll just have cleaning or something to do. Together it'll be done in no time!" She smiled.

"Thank you!" Sofia said, her voice thick with emotion. I think I'm in love she thought to herself. Somehow though she thought that paying off a loan would require a little more than simply cleaning. She still had no clue what Marcus had planned though.

"I'll see you tomorrow, OK." Anya said, and she left.

Sofia entered her house, still nervous about tomorrow. "Hey mum!" She called. Her mum came down the stairs, smiling. Sofia could tell she was faking it thought. She looked rather pale and stressed. "Hey honey, how was school?" Her mum said, trying to put on a front for her daughter.

"It was fine, mum. I'm going to stay after school tomorrow, it's exam season soon, so I may only be back late in the evening." Sofia replied.

"That's my daughter, working hard!" Her mum said, smiling. "I'll keep dinner hot on the stove for you, OK?"

"That sounds great, thanks, mum." Sofia said, smiling back.

In Anya's home, a similar conversation took place. "Take the late train home then, dear." Anya's mum said.

"Yes, I will," Anya replied.

The next day, both the girls were nervously anticipating the early evening after school. Both had butterflies in their stomach and the day seemed to pass abnormally quickly. They met up and began their walk down to where Marcus said he would meet them. Sofia's hands were shaking slightly. Anya noticed and quickly slipped her hand in Sofia's. "Don't worry. I bet it won't take long at all!" She said, trying to cheer Sofia up.

"Thanks." Sofia said, quietly. She wasn't so sure.

They stood at the street and looked around, but Marcus wasn't there. "Weird..." Sofia said. Just as she said that, a black Mercedes rolled up, and the front windows was down to reveal the driver: Marcus.

"Get in." He said, curtly. The two girls looked at each other apprehensively, before gingerly opening the doors and sitting in the back together.

"We're not going far, don't worry." Marcus said, smiling in response to the girls' questioning glances. True to his word, after about ten minutes of driving he parked the car in a car park, and gestured at them to get out. The sun had started to set and it was getting dark. To their surprise the building they had parked next to was a ... bookshop? Suddenly Sofia's face went pink. Anya was confused. "What is it?" She asked.

"It's an adult book-store. Y'know." She blushed crimson. "Where they sell porn and stuff." Anya gasped. Why was he leading them there?

Marcus led them round the back and unlocked a door, before ushering the two girls along a corridor and into a small room. It was dimly lit, with a few chairs but was otherwise completely empty. "Why are we here?" Anya asked. "Are we supposed to clean, or something?" Marcus laughed. "Yes, sort of." He pointed at the wall. "Take a peek, girls." They looked, and noticed a row of five or six holes, roughly just under a metre or so off the ground. "You're going to be...servicing many men tonight, through these holes, if you get me." They didn't. He looked at them and laughed. "You really don't know! Let me demonstrate." He left the room and went to the other side of the glory holes. Whilst they waited, confused, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his sizeable cock. Then he poked it through one of the holes. He grinned as he heard the girls' cries of disgust. He pulled his pants up again, and came back round into the girls' room.

"What the fuck!" Sofia shouted.

"Yes, I thought you might say that," Marcus calmly observed.

"Come Anya, we're leaving. You're not seriously thinking about doing this, are you?!" She heatedly said.

"Well..." Anya began.

"Really, Anya?!" Sofia said, angrily. At this point Marcus interjected.

"I suggest you think very carefully about your future. You can do this, and pay off your parents' debt, or..." He left the final words unsaid. Sofia gasped. She realised that she had no choice. She couldn't let her parents down.

"I-I'll do it." She stuttered, a defeated look on her face. Marcus smiled in triumph.

"And you?" This was directed to Anya.

"Yes" Anya said, simply. She was also nervous and upset, but she wanted to help her friend.

"Good. Prepare yourselves. You have about fifteen minutes." Marcus said, and left.

The fifteen minutes passed miserably slow and then almost too fast. Suddenly Marcus popped his head around the door. "Time's up, girls. You're lucky...or unlucky, depending on how you see it." He chuckled.

"Why so?" Anya asked.

"Well, there is a big crowd. I've invited all my friends, you see, plus extras. Probably at least twenty guys. Anyway, have fun, girls!" he smirked, before closing the door behind him. They both heard a click as the door locked.

The two girls could hear many voices outside and knew their plight was near. Suddenly, without warning, two holes next to each other had two cocks thrust through them. Both of the girls gasped, nervously kneeling down in front of them, until both their mouths were only inches away. They glanced at each other in apprehension before facing their tasks.

They paused for a second, then Anya dove forward and started to lick the tip of the waiting cock in front of her. She began slathering it with her saliva, working it with her mouth like she did with her teacher's. Sofia stared, entranced by the sight of her friend, feeling slightly shocked. Anya was already fulfilling her service duty.

"What are you waiting for" came a disgruntled voice. Sofia yelped, and quickly paid attention to what was in front of her. A hard, white cock was waiting for her, luckily not particularly big; perhaps only five inches or so, but she was still shaking nervously, as she slowly began to flick her tongue out to taste it. Well here goes... She thought to herself. Let's get this over with as quick as possible. I'm sure it will be over soon...hopefully.

As Sofia began to hesitantly suck on the guy's shaft, she heard a groan from behind the wall and came to the sudden realisation that he was enjoying it. She felt a strange feeling well up inside of her, what felt like... satisfaction?

She began sucking more, going deeper every time until her lips were pressing against the edge of the hole each time she dove forwards, engulfing the man's shaft with her soft lips. Suddenly, without warning, a few spurts of cum sprayed out, lashing her face with cream. "Oh!" She gasped, and pulled back, as two streaks of cum painted her nose and chin. Sofia heard laughter from the other side of the wall as the leaking cock retreated. She inadvertently licked her lips, accidentally tasting the creamy fluid. It wasn't bad like she was expecting it to be. Maybe this is doable after all, she thought to herself.

She quickly tried to wipe the cum off her face, but all she succeeded in doing was to smear it further into her skin. Great, she thought. She looked up again, and already a new cock had been thrust through the hole, waiting for her. She gulped. This one looked big. At least six inches. She heard slurping and quickly glanced at Anya, who was in the midst of deepthroating a massive shaft. Sofia couldn't but feel a little turned on at the sight of her friend pleasuring the man behind the wall. I can't let her do it all! She thought, and quickly turned her attention to the cock that was waiting.

Sofia did her best to fit as much of it into her mouth as possible, but it wasn't easy. After a few minutes of her desperately working at his shaft, she felt the telltale shuddering as cum spewed out and into her waiting mouth. She let the liquid sit on her tongue for a moment, feeling it swirl around her mouth before swallowing. Already a new dick was waiting for her. It was unrelenting.

Cock after cock they sucked, licked and pleasured, until their exhausted bodies and mouths could barely take anymore. Sofia had swallowed so much cum already that her stomach was almost full to the brim. Both Sofia and Anya's faces were streaked with tears and mascara, and a thick layer of cum spattered their face, hair and was dripping down their uniform onto the floor, where small pools were forming. How much longer! Sofia thought, as yet another shaft was presented to her. Her mind was beginning to slip and she couldn't keep track of how many she'd already sucked.

Her ears began to fill with a moaning sound that grew louder and louder. To her shock, she felt it coming from her own throat, as she felt her mouth being used over and over again. Her senses had overtaken her mind, and she was becoming a slave, kneeling for all to enjoy. Without making the decision, she was moaning out for more.

She listened for a second, and heard many voices laughing as she desperately tried to deepthroat another six and a half inch sized shaft. Now, instead of shyly attempting to suck his cock, she was enthusiastically letting herself get carried away, throating him all the way to his belly. Her mind yearned for more and she couldn't control herself anymore. Eventually the guy came, shooting yet another load into her waiting mouth and she leaned back, exhausted. It had felt like hours. Was this finally the end?

That must be it she thought to herself. She looked over at Anya. "H-Hey... Anya." She began. Anya gave her a cum filled smile. "I think we're almost done!"

"Almost?" Sofia started. How long has it been? Anya nodded.

She looked at the hole, and a black, uncut cock was poked through. "Oh my..." Sofia began. It was at least 8 and a half inches, maybe even nine, and incredibly thick. It was a monster. She could see every vein. It pulsed.

"I can take care of it, Sofia." Anya said, looking worried.

"No!" Sofia said. "It's my duty, you've done enough already." There was no way she was letting Anya take this from her.

"Let me help you, at least. I'll keep you in place." Anya said, and made her way on hands and knees to Sofia. Sofia nodded and gulped as she felt her fear rise. But she knew she had no choice, and her mind wasn't letting her resist either.

Sofia began gingerly licking the exposed tip, slowly working her way up and down the shaft until maybe half of it was down her throat. That was as far as she could go. She bobbed her head backwards and forwards, sucking his huge member as much as she could. Maybe if I can make him cum fast, it will be over soon. Maybe. Suddenly she heard a growl.

"I didn't come here for a tease, slut. Suck my cock!" Came a deep, rough voice. Sofia desperately tried to go deeper, but started immediately gagging as it touched the back of her throat. He pulled back slightly. She couldn't do it. Then Anya came to the rescue. Anya grabbed the back of her head, and pushed her mouth forcefully against the hole. Sofia could feel her holding her head firmly, not allowing her to move an inch.

The guy began pushing his cock in again, until it was about halfway into Sofia's waiting mouth. Then he initiated a powerful thrust and with a wet schlup, the muscles in Sofia's throat loosened as his whole shaft was suddenly forced balls deep in Sofia's slick throat. Sofia could physically feel her throat being filled by his cock. Her arms and feet scrabbled desperately against the floor and wall as she tried to pull back, gagging, but Anya didn't let her move an inch. Anya held her firmly against the wall, not letting her move at all. The man pulled out, then thrust his massive shaft all the way back down Sofia's throat. Anya stared at Sofia's throat in awe, where a thick bulge was clearly visible. She felt a small twinge of jealousy at the thought of her friend being filled like this. Anya placed one hand over Sofia's throat, feeling the heat of his cock inside. She wrapped her hand around her throat, further making sure Sofia couldn't twist away.

He kept his cock inside her for a few more seconds, before slowly pulling in and out, the bulge in her throat collapsing and reforming with every thrust.

Sofia began making small gagging sounds each time her throat was filled, but she was powerless to do anything. Soon the face-fucking began in earnest, and harder and faster he started to fuck her teen mouth, reducing her to a quivering wreck, tears leaking from her eyes whilst he plunged his spear down her waiting throat with each thrust. Sofia's mind felt completely conquered, and she could do nothing but roll her eyes back as his powerful meat penetrated her. Was he going to cum already?

After ten minutes of fucking her throat, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust, he was finally ready. He let out a mighty groan, and Anya quickly tightened her grip, ensuring Sofia would take it all whilst he kept himself lodged in her throat. "Ahhhh!" he groaned again and his cock shot a huge load down her throat, cum spurting out and emptying into her already full stomach. Finally, after about fifteen seconds, he slowly pulled out, still shooting hot spurts of cum down her throat and into her mouth, before pulling completely out, a few final sprays spattering her face for good measure, his cock completely drained. Anya quickly pulled Sofia away, before lapping up the errant drops, making sure to thoroughly clean his shaft.

Sofia collapsed. Anya quickly pulled her up, speaking to her. "Are you OK!" she cried. "What the..." Anya started to say. Sofia had a silly smile on her face and weakly lifted her hand to form a peace sign with her fingers. Her chaotic brain tried to reform itself. "Oh..." She weakly said. "I-I think so." Her voice was rough, and her throat felt extremely sore.

"Thank God!" Anya said, and hugged her tightly.

Suddenly they heard a voice. "Not bad girls, not bad at all." They hadn't heard the door open, and turned to see Marcus looking down at their cum-soaked faces. He was holding up a camera. "Smile?" He said, smirking.

Their will was gone and all they could do was look up and give weak smiles as he shot a few photos of them. "For my collection." He chuckled. "Sofia, are you still with us?" He laughed, looking at Sofia's dreamy expression. "Look's like someone's been facefucked silly!" He laughed again.

"I think girls, you did an admiral job. Let it be known that I shall consider the debt of your family fully paid. I shall contact them and explain that due to a change in circumstances, they are free. Does that sound agreeable to you?" The girls nodded, exhausted, their senses slowly returning.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll drive you back to where I collected you from. Although..." He stared at them, thoughtfully. "If you DO happen to want to earn some extra cash, there could be some work for you here."

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"Ohhh..." Sofia responded, weakly. He laughed.

"I'll let you think over it once you've come to your senses! Hey, you don't have to. But I wasn't the one moaning like a whore for over an hour straight. And that's what you are now. Whores." Marcus responded, calmly.

Did I really? It felt like a blur to Sofia. But...

The exhausted girls were dropped off after managing to clean most of the cum off themselves. They watched his car drive away, then looked at each other. "Well, that's over and done with." Anya said.

"Th-Thanks for helping out," Sofia began. "I'm sorry it ended up like that..."

"Don't worry, that's what friends are for!" Anya responded, trying to cheer her up. "Besides, I don't think you would have survived with all of those men to yourself. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, OK?"

"Yeah." Sofia said. Her mind still felt dazed. Had she really enjoyed it, as Marcus was insinuating? Surely not. But the feeling of satisfaction within her was unmistakeable. Being treated like that... She had enjoyed it. There was no denying that fact. And Anya! Naive Anya! She looked like she had already had some practice. Sofia would have to ask her at some point. Eventually.

For now though... Her mind filled with the thought of that giant, black cock down her throat. She looked at the number that Marcus had given her, and copied it into her phone.

At home, her mum welcomed her back. "Sofia!" she cried. "That horrible loan guy called up and said that the repayment was to be cancelled! I'm not sure why but this is fantastic!" She smiled at Sofia. "Looks like things can return to normal, after all!" Sofia smiled.

"That's great, mum!"

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