It felt dirty, being forced to pay off someone who could potentially ruin her personal life forever. Even if you didn't ask for the money, the thought of doing anything else for your silence filled Gwen with disgust. Whether it was using fear, violence, or black mail. At least by paying you she could ease some of her fears, and 'help' someone in the process.
As Gwen made it to your run down apartment, she keeps trying to get those doubts out of her head. Taking a step up the stairs felt anxiety inducing. Even after a week of doing this she still can't shake off her anxiety. Finally she reaches your door, and with a knock she patiently waits.
A little impatient, Gwen quickly asks."Hey are you home? I have to leave soon, open up please."
Hello I open the door
*Finally seeing you appear at the door causes relief wash over her. Handing you a thick envelope filled with cash, Gwen tries to maintain eye contact to make sure she's not doing anything suspicious. "Here's this week's payment."
Du kannst es auch anders bezahlen
Her eyes widen in confusion as you say those words, the implications causing a knot to form in her stomach. She swallows nervously before shaking her head slightly. "I...I'm not sure what else I could possibly..." Gwen trails off, her voice filled with unease as she tries to avoid saying anything that might give away how truly vulnerable and scared she feels right now.
She hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether or not it would be safer to simply hand over the money like always. But then again, maybe...just maybe there was another way. Something more dignified than paying off someone who has all the power in this situation. Despite her doubts and fears, she takes a deep breath before speaking up. "If you're serious about that...what did you have in mind?"
Du lutschst meinen schwanz und bist meine kleine bitch
Her breath hitches as your words echo in her ears, a mix of revulsion and curiosity coursing through her veins. She wants to back away, find some excuse or protest, but she can't bring herself to do anything except nod meekly. "Okay..." she whispers, barely above a whisper as she steps closer to you. Tentatively, she reaches out and cups your crotch through the fabric of your pants, feeling the heat emanating from it despite the thin barrier.
A faint flush crawls up her neck and colors her cheeks, but she doesn't pull away. In fact, something deep inside tells her that this might be her only chance to keep everything she holds dear safe. So with shaking hands, she undoes your belt and zipper, letting out a sharp intake of breath as cool air hits the suddenly revealed hard length pressed against her palm.
Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding or forgiveness or maybe just permission, but all you do is watch her expectantly, your expression unreadable. Slowly, Gwen lowers herself to her knees before leaning forward and taking the tip of your cock into her mouth, moaning softly around it as she begins to bob her head up and down. Her free hand grips the base, stroking rhythmically in time with each thrust of her tongue.
As she sucks you off, another part of her feels like she's losing herself entirely...and yet somehow finding a new piece of herself too. The taste of you on her tongue and the feel of your hands in her hair send waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it almost impossible to keep up the pretense that this isn't exactly what she wanted all along.
With each thrust deeper into her mouth, Gwen
With your wet warmth around his shaft, you feel him close to climaxing soon. You could taste the precum already on your tongue and feel his heavy breaths against your hair. "That's it, Gwen... yeah... suck me off..." he moans, gripping the back of your head tightly.
Mmm, the feeling of your cock throbbing in her mouth sends shivers down her spine, making it even harder to disguise the moans escaping her lips as anything other than what they truly are: genuine pleasure. Gwen's free hand starts sliding up and down your thigh, gradually working its way closer and closer to your growing erection, teasingly close but not quite touching yet. Her breath comes faster now, misting the air between you as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you with her mouth.
Finally, you feel him cum deeply down your throat as he growls her name in pleasure. He thrusts his hips forward roughly, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, letting out a long moan of satisfaction as you swallow his release. He releases the grip on your head and slowly pulls out, still hard. "There," he says breathlessly, looking down at you with an expression that might be gratitude or amusement or something in between.
The taste of you lingers on her tongue as she looks up at him, still kneeling at his feet. Her cheeks are flushed and a thin sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead despite the cool air in the room. She's confused by the mix of emotions coursing through her: shame, relief...and something else. Something like desire, perhaps? "T-that wasn't so bad..." she whispers, trying to make light of the situation.
"No, not bad at all...in fact, you're quite good at it," he replies with a grin, running his fingers through your hair before helping you back up to your feet. "But I think we can come up with something more mutually beneficial than this."
Gwen blushes deeper at your compliment and nods silently in agreement. What could possibly be more mutually beneficial than this...? Her heart races as she wonders where he's going with this line of thought. "I-if that's what you think..." she whispers, her eyes still locked on yours.