Chapter 4 Chap 4

Lalaine's point of view.

I stared at him in disbelief because there was no way he could have anticipated that he would be the one to cause me to lose my virginity in such an unsanitary environment. I mean, I was aware that I was his possession, but really?

"Get on your knees, Lalaine, or the deal is off, and you and the fat pig over there can head home together." "He really seemed to want you," he said with a sexy smirk while stroking his glorious cock. "Show me your appreciation."

The first issue was that I had never been in a situation where I had to give someone a blow job in all of my life.

"Lalaine, you're wasting my time, and apparently my money."

"You want me to... Here? Now?" I inquired with trepidation.

"Did I stutter?" Mystery Man inquired while cocking his head to the side.

I got down on my knees in front of him and tried to swallow the lump that had started to form in my throat. It wasn't until I noticed how ridiculously hot it had become in the confined space that I realized how thankful I should be that the floor was chilly. Waves of heat rolled off of me, and I was aware that I must have appeared more red than a hot iron would have.

In order to prevent my nerves from causing me to throw up in his lap, it was essential for me to take deep breaths of air. It's likely that wouldn't have gone over well.

The fact that he let out an annoyed sigh did nothing but make my heart race more quickly. "Put my cock in your mouth, Miss Brown."

As I leaned forward to take it, I discovered that I couldn't even wrap my hand completely around it. I had to let go of it. 'Jesus Christ, please! He couldn't have seriously anticipated that I would be able to put something of that size in my mouth. I should not have done that but I did it anyway and looked up at him.

The corner of his eye was drawn upward in anticipation, and he had a twitch in his jaw; for a fraction of a second, he appeared almost as tense as I did. I gave myself a mental shake to indicate that I didn't believe that to be true, and then I turned my attention back to the task at hand, which was unquestionably a task and unquestionably something I was expected to get on with.

As I looked at his cock in an effort to figure out the most effective strategy for achieving my goal, I was sure that other people thought I was an idiot. Suddenly, all of those late-night sleepovers with Del, during which she insisted I practice things like kissing and blow jobs, didn't seem quite so ridiculous.

I had a good understanding of how to handle a banana, but in order to compete with Mystery Man's cock, the bananas in question would have had to be pumped full of some serious anabolic steroids.

Because I wasn't entirely certain what I was supposed to do about the damp spot on the head, and because there was a spot on the head that was damp, I opened my mouth and licked the spot with the tip of my tongue.

I thought I heard him hiss a little bit and took that as a good sign, so I went ahead and kissed it, even though the kiss was in no way sexual. It felt more like I was kissing my uncle Fredie on the head while he was bald.

'Jesus, I didn't have a clue what I was doing, and my floundering was making my mind go to a very silly place. It was a mechanism I used to protect myself. Even though I understood what it was, the fact that it was occurring at such an inopportune moment did not alter the fact that it was very upsetting to me.

I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and let out a long, slow breath as I searched for the teeny-tiny part of myself that housed my inner seductress. My thoughts were suddenly flooded with a picture of his face, and I experienced a surge of confidence as a result. I encircled the head with my lips and applied a little bit of pressure with them. After that, I widened my mouth even further and tried to take in as much of what he had to say as I could, which wasn't very much.

As I previously stated, the item was quite large. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was going to end up with a severe case of lockjaw.

He challenged me by saying, "Come on, you're capable of more than that."

I continued to push myself forward until the head of his dick made contact with the back of my throat, at which point I had the distinct impression that the corners of my mouth were going to split wide open. If only I had one of those jaws that can unhinge and engulf their prey like a snake, things would have gone much more smoothly. And at about that time, I seriously started praying that I wouldn't actually dislocate my jaw in the process of doing so.

After taking a step back, I took another step forward, but this time, I guess my gag reflex made the decision that it wasn't going to cooperate. The domino effect was set in motion when I choked him on purpose against his will.

Because I was in such a rush to stop the gag reflex and keep from throwing up all over him, my teeth dug into the sensitive skin on his dick. He let out a painful yelp, pushed me away, and then began practically crawling up the back of his chair in order to get away from me and my vicious mouth.

He let out a yell of "Goddamnit!" and then started looking at his dick in the mirror. The big baby, I hadn't even broken the surface of the skin. "You've got to be fucking kidding me! Have you ever even sucked a dick in your entire life? His face was distorted by the anger that he felt. Even when he was frowning, he retained his good looks. "Because that is undoubtedly the absolute worst blow job I have ever been given."

It was now common knowledge that I despised him.

"I truly apologize. I simply never --"

He was shocked and asked, "You've never given a blow job?" I turned my head away. Taking a deep breath and running his hands over his face, he said, "Jesus Christ!" What set me off was not only his insensitivity to the circumstance, but also possibly his hypersensitivity to it.

I knew I should probably keep my mouth shut because, let's face it, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted to me, but I just couldn't take it any longer. Even though I knew I should, I just couldn't.

"You and your glorious, colossal cock can kiss my ass!" I yelled with as much force as I could muster, but that wasn't the end of it for me. "I may not be the type of girl who goes around stuffing dicks in her mouth all day - I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have paid two million dollars for me if I was - and I'm sorry if I hurt you, but even if I was experienced at this sort of thing, I... There's just no way in hell anyone is going to get something that massive crammed down their throat. There's just no way in hell." You're a strange anomaly in the natural world, but at least I gave it a shot, you jerk!

My mouth was obviously suffering from an awful case of diarrhea, and my brain did not have a filter, so I was speaking incoherently. It was likely that I was going to end up losing the contract, which would have been disastrous.

He did nothing but remain where he was and look at me blankly. The expression on his face morphed from surprise to anger, and then it shifted to one that suggested he was confused and possibly a little constipated. He gave the impression by opening and then closing his mouth several times as if he was about to say something but ultimately decided against it. After the passage of another moment, he cocked his head to the side and then looked back in my direction.