First Time with a Man 2 (Blackmail Sex)
Chapter 64
2) My First Time with a Man 2 (Blackmail Sex)
“Still, you’re definitely in a different league to the other girls. If I hadn’t been so lucky, I’d never have got to hold someone like you in my arms.”
“Compliments won’t get you anywhere, you little bastard…♥”
“You say that, but your juices are flowing freely, aren’t they?”
“Ugh, shut up…♥”
I didn’t think he’d hand back the ring and the money just because I’d let him come once, or had sex with him once.
But seeing him lying there with his hands behind his head, without even having sex or coming once, really pisses me off.
In contrast, I’m constantly grinding my hips, barely managing to hold back my climax.
Just as that bastard said, I’m only holding back my climax; my juices have been flowing freely for ages, soaking his cock in a sticky mess.
“Ha… you boring bastard, you’re full of praise for my body, yet you won’t even cum while making me do this, hmmph…! ♥”
In the end, I couldn’t hold back any longer; the moment I shook my hips hard, everything I’d been holding back burst out all at once, and I staggered, covering my mouth.
At this rate, it’s not fucking sex, it’s just me masturbating with a dildo on my own…♥
“At this rate, it’s not sex, is it? It’s just me masturbating with a dildo on my own.”
“Ah, I know, you bastard…♥”
“Let me give you a hand.”
“What? Eh?”
That bastard grabbed my hips with his huge hands.
Thud…!
“Hiiieeek…!?♥♥”
D-don’t hit me…♥
I barely managed to brace myself with both arms as I nearly toppled forwards, trembling violently and gritting my teeth.
“You’re killing me, daaat…♥”
“You were so cocky about having done it with lots of women, but I suppose you’ve done it with women, but haven’t actually had much experience with a cock inside you.”
Spot on.
“How many times have you done it with a man?”
“Ten… more than ten times.”
If you count being raped by goblins all day as ‘doing it with a man’.
“Wait, hey♥ Fuck, stop, I said stop, stop it♥ Ahh♥ Ugh…!♥”
He looked up at me without a word, then thrust his hips lightly, ramming deep inside me, the bastard.
My body bounced up and down, my breasts swaying this way and that, and I had no choice but to place both hands on top of that bastard’s body to steady myself.
“I’m sorry♥ I’ve never done this before♥ I’ve never done it with a man before, sooo…♥”
This fucking bastard, acting all cocky just because of his cock, for fuck’s sake…♥
“How old are you?? Surely you’re not a minor.”
“Ha…♥ I’m a 15-year-old minor, you bastard, heh!?♥ 22… 22 years old…♥”
Now he’s training me by ramming his cock in so hard, the bloody bastard…♥
“With a face and body like that, and you’ve only ever been with women? Were you a lesbian?”
“Ha…♥ Haaah, uhh…♥ Hah…!♥”
I deliberately didn’t answer, just thrust my hips in time with his.
Moving in time with someone else’s hips is a lot harder than I thought…
When I was with Milia, we were both beginners, and with the goblin it was rape, so I didn’t even know what I was doing.
But this bastard doesn’t give a shit about how I’m feeling and just pounds away until the sound of flesh slapping fills the room…
“Go easy on me, please…♥ I’ll let you keep going longer…♥”
In the end, I swallowed my pride and pleaded with him gently, and he finally stopped thrusting.
“Haa, ahh…!?♥ Stop…! I asked you to go easy on me, I begged you…!!♥♥”
“Do you really think you’re in a position to make demands?”
“You bastard, ugh♥ I’m going to kill you… I’m going to kill you, ah…♥ Huuuuh…!!♥”
As he grabbed my nipple hard and pulled it, I glared at him as if I were going to kill him and swore at him, but then I clamped my mouth shut again.
“It hurts♥ It hurts…!♥”
He wasn’t just pulling them; he was shaking them up and down whilst holding them tight, leaving me with nothing to do but sob half-heartedly.
“……!!♥♥”
I let out a silent scream as I reached what felt like my umpteenth climax, and with all my strength drained, I collapsed into his arms.
This feels absolutely shitty…♥
Just when I thought we might finally get a moment’s rest…
“Hey, hey. No. I just came! You’ve made me come so many times already, if you do that again, ugh!!♥”
He grabbed my arse and started thrusting his cock deep inside my pussy in an off-beat rhythm.
He thrusts by slamming my arse—which he’s clutched tightly—downwards whilst flicking his hips upwards.
My eyes rolled back, and I bit down on his shoulder to stop the moans from escaping, but...
Smack!!
“I’m sorry…♥ I won’t swear♥ I won’t swear, so please…♥ Don’t hit me, it hurts…♥”
Every time he slapped my arse hard enough to make a cracking sound, I flinched and reacted automatically.
Whether he was thrusting whilst clutching and shaking my arse, or slapping my arse whilst thrusting more gently.
Whichever it was, the fact remained that I was being at his mercy.
“Haa…♥ Ugh…!♥”
I don’t know if he’d come or what, but he suddenly sat up and pulled his cock out.
Drip…
A long trail of sticky fluid stretched between my soaking wet pussy and his cock; I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t look like there was any semen.
Bloody hell, how embarrassing…!
I frantically snapped the dangling thread of pre-cum with my hand and wiped it away, roughly smearing it onto the duvet in a fit of rage at his audacity.
“Ugh, what’s that? Ugh, ahh…!?♥♥”
He pushed my upper body down, forcing me onto my back, and before I could even protest, he rammed his cock right into me, causing a strange moan to escape my lips.
“Haa…! Haaah…!♥ Huuuh, is it because you wiped it on your duvet? I’m still sensitive, it hurts…!♥”
It was already overwhelming when he was just lying still, so there was no way I could withstand him genuinely crushing me beneath him as he thrust.
I tried to hold on by clinging to his muscular arm with my lost hands, gathering all my strength.
Shaking my head from side to side and writhing in pain, I finally burst into tears after several minutes of rough thrusting.
“You bastard… sniff, I told you to go easy on me…”
“For someone saying that, you seemed to enjoy it more when I was rough than when I was gentle. You were clenching much tighter and even had a lewd look on your face. At this rate, it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing you; rather, it feels like I’m giving you pleasure.”
“Do you think crying looks like I’m enjoying this, you psychopathic bastard?”
“Your pussy seems to be saying otherwise.”
“You… Ugh!! Again, again…!♥”
With his arms, abs, chest and thighs—pounding into me with all his muscular strength—I simply can’t hold out any longer.
What’s even more infuriating is that my body is reacting as if it’s enjoying it, even though it hurts, it’s disgusting and it’s absolute shit.
And what’s twice as infuriating is the part of me that, deep down, is actually feeling it and thinking it’s good.
I’ll rip my brain right out, ugh…!!♥
“Haa… Ha, ugh…♥ Ha…♥”
Finally, after quite some time had passed and the bloke seemed satisfied, having come on my bed, I was finally able to rest properly.
“How many women have you raped like this, you bastard?”
“Smooth negotiations, you say… No, what’s the point of bringing that up now? You’re the first. I’m not exactly a model citizen, but everything I’ve done with women so far has been entirely consensual. I’m quite active in voluntary work, and I donate money and food to orphanages…”
“You’re lying. Why me, of all people?”
“When you fainted yesterday, I’d originally just intended to take you home, but—how should I put this? It sounds ridiculous coming from me now, but I was incredibly drawn to you. Even so, threatening a battered, unconscious woman with a ring is pretty scum-like of me.”
…Surely it can’t be my pheromones?
“How many times can you swear that you’ve never threatened or raped that woman, and that you’re usually a decent bloke?”
“Do I need to put something on the line?”
“My parents?”
“My grandparents too, if you need them. Hmm, saying it like this might actually make me seem insincere.”
“Hah…”
Of course, that bastard did threaten me. Right.
But apart from just teasing the hell out of me, he’s the sort who lives a decent life otherwise, and it seems like he’s just been twisted by my pheromones.
Ah, fuck. If he’d just been a proper piece of shit, he’d have been a total arsehole right to the end and left me alone, but this is just so bloody unsettling.
Pheromones, being a decent bloke, whatever—in the end, he’s the bastard who blackmailed me into sleeping with him, so it’s true I want to kill him.
“The ring.”
“By ‘once’, I meant until I’m satisfied.”
“Ah, I’ll get the money later, and I won’t run off, so just hand it over for now.”
The bloke, who’d been staring at me for a moment, pulled the ring out of the drawer and handed it to me. I slipped it onto the middle finger of my right hand, then gave him the middle finger with that same hand.
“Judging by the middle finger, I suppose you’re not my girlfriend.”
“If I were.”
“I’d be a traitor.”
“Isn’t it laughable, all this nonsense about how you can’t rape a woman and then steal her boyfriend?”
Although there is a spot reserved for it on my ring finger.
“It’s a keepsake from my grandmother. I’ve coveted it since I was a child because I thought it was pretty.”
A lie delivered smoothly, without batting an eyelid.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was that important…”
I stared at the bloke bowing his head in apology, looking utterly dumbfounded.
It feels weird, for fuck’s sake… like I’ve ruined a decent bloke who just liked women because of my pheromones…