Chapter 99
Milady didn’t let go of the kiss. Her tongue kept stirring roughly inside Ray’s mouth, occasionally biting his lower lip hard enough to sting, their spit mixing and dripping down his chin. Her left hand still covered his mouth for a second before sliding to his jaw, forcing him to keep his mouth open for her aggressive tongue. Meanwhile her right hand dropped fast to his waist.
Ray just sat stiff on the toilet, breathing ragged between that brutal kiss. For the first time he really felt... helpless. His bigger body actually felt weak under Milady’s petite frame pressing down from above. His cock that got stepped on earlier was still throbbing with pain, but that pain mixed with lust rising way too fast.
’What the fuck is this... why can’t I move? Why am I getting this fucking horny...’
Milady pulled her lips away for a second, a string of spit still connecting their tongues. Her eyes narrowed, breath hot on Ray’s face.
"Just shut up. Don’t make noise."
Without waiting for an answer, she roughly yanked the zipper of Ray’s jeans down. The sound of the zipper was clear inside the tight toilet stall. Then she popped the button and shoved his jeans and underwear down together until Ray’s already rock-hard, throbbing cock sprang free, standing straight up, the tip already wet with pre-cum.
Ray swallowed. He didn’t move. Just sat there quiet like some confused virgin, hands at his sides, fingers clenched on the edge of the toilet seat. His eyes were wide staring at Milady, who was now kneeling between his legs.
Milady looked at Ray’s cock for a few seconds with a cold mix of lust. Then she grabbed it with her small hand. Her slender fingers wrapped right around that hot, pulsing shaft, squeezing slowly from base to tip, feeling the veins standing out under the skin.
"Hah... already this hard just from a little groping and getting stepped on," she muttered low, voice mocking. "You fucking pervert dog."
She started moving her hand up and down with a slow but deep tempo, squeezing on every upward stroke, her thumb rubbing the head that was already slick with pre-cum. Every time her thumb passed over the slit, Ray bit his own lip to keep from moaning.
Milady didn’t like that. She stood up for a second, leaned down, and forced another deeper, wetter kiss on his mouth. Her tongue shoved in while her right hand kept pumping Ray’s cock faster and faster. The kiss was rough, full of little bites on his lips and tongue, like she wanted to swallow his breath.
Ray could only take it. His eyes half-closed, body trembling lightly. His cock throbbed hard inside Milady’s small grip, getting wetter, hotter. Every time her hand went up to the head and twisted slowly, Ray’s hips almost lifted off the toilet from reflex, but he held himself back. He didn’t dare move. Just sat there quiet, breathing ragged between Milady’s tongue stirring his mouth.
Milady broke the kiss for a moment, spit still dripping from their lips. She stared at Ray’s flushed face, his eyes confused and wet with lust.
"Look at your face," she said softly while pumping his cock even faster. "Usually acting all tough groping people, now you can only sit there quiet like a virgin getting touched for the first time."
Her left hand went up to Ray’s chest, pushing him harder against the stall wall, while her right hand worked even meaner. She squeezed the shaft of his cock hard, then rubbed the head with her already wet palm, spreading the pre-cum until the whole tip was shiny. Her middle finger occasionally pressed right under the head, on the most sensitive spot, making Ray bite his lip until it almost bled.
Ray’s head was spinning. That helpless feeling got deeper. The guy who usually controlled the situation could now only sit in a men’s toilet with his pants down, his cock being gripped and played with however Milady wanted. Every movement of that small hand made his hips tremble, his abs tighten, his breathing shorter.
Milady leaned down again. This time she didn’t just kiss. She lightly bit Ray’s lower lip while her right hand sped up the tempo. The wet sound of her hand pumping his cock was clear in the tight stall — schlck, schlck, schlck — fast and slick. Pre-cum kept coming out, coating Milady’s fingers until it dripped down to the base of his cock and his pubic hair.
"Ahh... nnh..." a small moan finally slipped from Ray’s mouth, stuck in his throat.
Milady immediately covered his mouth again with a brutal kiss. Her tongue went deep, sucking on his tongue, biting, pressing. Her right hand never stopped. She pumped faster, harder, sometimes squeezing at the base until Ray’s cock throbbed hard, sometimes just rubbing the head with twisting motions that made his thighs shake.
Ray felt like he was going crazy. That helpless feeling actually made his cock even harder, even more sensitive. Every time Milady’s hand moved, sharp waves of pleasure shot up from his crotch to his stomach, to his chest, all the way to his head. He couldn’t think straight. Could only sit there quiet, taking the rough kisses and the small hand that kept playing with his cock like it belonged to her.
Milady pulled her lips away for a second, her breath already super hot. Spit dripped from the corner of her mouth onto Ray’s chin. Her eyes locked straight onto Ray’s already hazy ones.
"Still quiet?" she asked softly while her right hand slowed down, just gently stroking the head that was already soaking wet and red. "Or do you actually like being treated like this, you dog?"
Ray didn’t answer. His mouth was slightly open, breathing ragged, chest rising and falling fast. His cock throbbed in Milady’s grip, still leaking more and more pre-cum.
Milady gave a thin, cold smile full of victory. She squeezed Ray’s cock hard once more, then started pumping again with a fast, deep tempo while leaning down and kissing him aggressively again. Her tongue stirred his mouth, her right hand worked without mercy down below, the wet sounds getting louder, faster.
Ray could only take everything. His body trembled, his hips started moving in small unconscious motions following the rhythm of Milady’s hand, but he stayed quiet like a completely confused virgin. For the first time he felt what it was like to be the one who was truly helpless... and that was exactly what made his lust rise until it was about to explode.
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Ray couldn’t hold it any longer. Milady’s small hand pumping his cock with that fast, rough tempo finally pushed him over the edge. His body tensed, abs hardened, and without a sound he came.
Cum shot out hard, spraying onto Ray’s own stomach and chest, some of it hitting Milady’s arm and fingers that were still gripping his shaft. Ray just sat there quiet, breathing messed up, chest heaving fast, mouth slightly open but not making any moan. His eyes were hazy, face flushed, cock still throbbing in Milady’s hand while it kept leaking the remaining thick white fluid.
Milady looked at her hand and arm covered in Ray’s cum with a cold expression. She wiped her fingers on Ray’s shirt without caring, then stood up straight in front of Ray who was still sitting weak on the toilet.
"Kneel."
Her voice was rough, no room for refusal.
Ray swallowed. His legs were still weak, jeans still down around his knees, his cock that just came still half-hard and wet. But he obeyed. Slowly he got down from the toilet and knelt on the dirty floor of the stall, knees on the cold tile, his face now level with Milady’s waist.
’Why the fuck am I obeying... damn.’
His mind was spinning. This was weird. Usually he was the one in control, the one taking, the one forcing. Now he was kneeling in front of Milady with his pants down, face full of leftover lust, body still trembling. But weirdly... it felt fresh. Like some kind of experience he’d never had in his sex life. That helpless feeling actually kept his chest and crotch hot.
Milady looked down at him from above. Her face stayed arrogant, like she didn’t want to look like a woman who was needy. With quick, slightly rough movements she undid the button of her own jeans, pulled the zipper, then shoved her jeans and panties down to her thighs. She didn’t take them off completely, just enough for her pussy to be open right in front of Ray’s face.
Ray swallowed again.
Right in front of him was a warm pussy with neat thin hair, the lips a little swollen and shiny from being wet. Clear fluid was already visible clinging to the slit, dripping slowly down her inner thigh. A warm, slightly sweet smell hit Ray’s nose, making his cock that just came throb lightly again.
Milady put one hand behind Ray’s head, fingers gripping his hair.
"Lick it."
The order was short and rough.
Ray stared at that pussy up close. His breathing still wasn’t steady. He raised both hands, carefully holding Milady’s small waist, then slowly stuck his tongue out toward it.