Over Her Head (closed)

Not only was she paranoid that someone would know what she’d been up to in the bathroom, but Anna was starting to feel that flush licking along her skin. She wished she’d worn panties; the honey from her hot centre was already starting to slick her thighs. When she returned to the table she clenched then together tightly.

Anna felt the wind leave her when she watched him delete those images on his phone. She really wasn’t dumb enough to think that was the end of all things but at least it gave her some relief that he didn’t have those gifs at his immediate beck and call.

Tommy looked into Anna’s green eyes when she sat down across from him, and judging by how dilated they were already, it only confirmed to him that she had indeed taken the dose. From the look of it, she has indulged in all of it as well. She wasn’t sniffling at all, which told him she had indeed put it all in her pussy; the effects were clearly just settling in. She would be quite wound up in short order.

He encouraged her to drink her mimosa, and made sure to keep refilling it. She was high enough off the coke that she didn’t notice how much the alcohol was effecting her, and it didn’t take much at all for Tommy to have her giggling and smiling, her defenses and inhibitions lowered quite easily.

She was definitely getting antsy. The coke high left her with little in the way of an appetite, and they wound up boxing up most of her food to take back to her room. She was talking a mile a minute on their walk back to the dorm. Of course Tommy encouraged her, asking questions to spur on her conversation.

Steve and Rachael had imbibed plenty of the bottomless mimosas as well, and Steve had Rachael ready to screw by the time they got back. The new couple promptly disappeared into Rachael’s room. Valerie and Kirsten were still gone, leaving Tommy alone with Anna once again. It wasn’t long before they could hear the lusty fucking sounds emanating from Rachael’s room.

Tommy gave Anna a little smirk. “Ready for a little more?” he inquired, producing yet another small plastic baggie of the white powder from a pocket and dangling it in front of Anna’s face. He sniffed purposely.

High as a kite as she was, Anna didn’t think she needed any more. She tried to shake her head but that was put to the wayside as Tommy stepped in close and pressed her back against the arm of the couch. Anna caught herself with weak fingers so that she was half sitting and half standing against the edge but she had nowhere to go with Tommy so close. He wrapped one arm around her lower back and helped support her.

She hated it, but he smelled sooooo good and she could feel the solid power of his body against hers as he held her up. Tommy’s cock wasn’t hard but she could feel its girth on her belly.

Her breath came in pants and her cunt throbbed. Anna’s eyes rolled back even as she said, “nooooo! I don’t need that. Don’t be silly!”

She followed that up with a giggle.

Apparently she was high enough that her carefully constructed boundaries didn’t matter as she blearily thought back to all the information her inept self had articulated over the short walk back to the dorm.

Anna giggled in his grasp and Tommy was quick to notice that her large, soft breasts pressed against his chest were unconstrained beneath her sweater. His desire rose quickly with such a revelation, his dick starting to stiffen in his jeans. The hand on her lower back wasted little time travelling south to find a solid grip on a thick asscheek, and he squeezed hungrily. His other hand slid up from her hip, under her sweater, and cupped a breast. His hands travelled and groped her body as if he owned her, and indeed, he was quite eager to lay claim to her once again.

“I think a fat line up your nose is exactly what you need,” he growled, his hands squeezing possessively before he reluctantly released her tit, only for that hand to travel down to her crotch and dig eagerly for her hot little button. Even through the yoga pants, he could feel the heat and wetness emanate from her sexual core; that wetness quickly spread at his expert touch...

Her head fell back at the first touch of his fingertips on her clit. It felt so good to have someone other than herself stroke that little button but she hadn’t forgotten that this man was her rapist whether or not he knew how to manipulate her body.

Anna shook her head in denial.

“No,” she slurred, half-drunk and three stops past “too high to function normally”.

“I don’ want anymore!” She announced, hands pushing at his chest. It was like trying to move mountains and Anna found herself unsuccessful. Tommy was too large and too strong to move if he didn’t want to go.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, mister. Just because I’m feeling good doesn’t mean you can take advantage of me!” She prompted, waggling one finger at him in warning.

Her protestations only served to make him want to force it on her that much more. She tried to push him back but only managed to push herself back away; pinned as she was against the sofa’s armrest, and in his arms, she didn’t go very far.

Tommy’s fingers in her crotch only grew more insistent in rubbing her hot little button. He grabbed her hand when she wagged that finger in his face, and gave her a little smirk before kissing her finger. He could see her eyelids flutter in confused pleasure.

“Shhh,” he said, moving her finger to her own lips. “Just shut up and be a good girl and cum for me,” he growled, his own fingers expertly working her clit through her tight and now wet yoga pants...

She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this but the way Tommy worked her clit made it almost impossible for Anna to deny that she was about to cum on his fingers. Although he had only just put his hands on her, Anna had been excited since their brunch and the illicit drug use in the washroom - the Coke thrummed through her and added a dangerous lance of pleasure to pulse through her body pretty consistently but the way the white substance had melted into the membranes of her cunt encouraged every little brush down south to feel like a sucker punch. She couldn't fight it.

Her fingers clenched weakly at Tommy's shoulders and she couldn't help but say "I'm going to. I'm so close," in a heavy pant.

She grabbed onto him weakly as his deft fingers worked her closer and closer to the inevitable climax.

And what happened next, he couldn’t have timed better if he tried. Her hips were bucking against him, her grip on his shoulders tightening, and she was losing control completely, her body betraying her yet again.

Just as he felt a flood of wetness fill her yoga pants and cover his hands, over her shoulder he could see the dormitory door opening, and in walked Kirsten and Valerie, who both promptly stopped short at the sight and sound of Anna cumming intensely!

He almost laughed, but he held it together for the moment as he saw the two other freshman girls stand there in shock at seeing such an intensely sexual display right in front of them.

Tommy didn’t stop, of course, continuing his manual manipulation until Anna’s orgasm had quieted, at which point he bent over, grabbed her by the legs, and hoisted her up onto his shoulder! He turned, winked at Kirsten and Val, and then carried Anna off to her bedroom, using his foot to shut the door behind him.

He set her butt down on the bed, and in one single movement had hooked his fingers under the waistband of her soaked yoga pants and brought them down her legs, peeling them off her. He slipped her shoes off and tossed them aside, and the yoga pants joined them moments later.

He was already unbuttoning his jeans as he stood before her...

“I have definitely been looking forward to this, Anna...”

She let out a meek sound of embarrassment at having been caught but she didn’t have a moment to worry about it after he grasped her about the knees and slung her over his shoulder like a caveman might.

Her head spun as he threw her onto the bed. She bounced a little but by the time she could focus again Tommy’s zip was already down and he was kicking off his pants and boxers and kneeling overtop her on the bed. Anna reached out to grasp his hips with an open palm, trying to push him away.

Even as her body quaked in aftershocks from her orgasm she remembered the way he and his friends had held her down and raped her. She remembered the pain and the fear.

Anna didn’t want this even if her body argued.

She tried to push him away, but she might as well have been pushing against a brick wall, and his hands gripped her hips and pulled her towards him. Her legs were already spread on either side of him and it was an easy thing for him to press the base of his thickening rod right against her soaked pussy lips.

He had other things in mind at the moment, however.

His hands slid up and grasped the bottom of her shirt, and yanked it up over her head, using it to cover her face and simultaneously pin down her arms over her head. He could have impaled her right then and there if he wanted to, and he rubbed his cock along her wet heat until she was shuddering and the head was right against her entrance...

And then he let go of her, and slid down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses. He suckled her nipples as his fingers toyed at her wetness and slipped inside her, probing gently and finding her hot spots.

A minute later, his mouth was on her clit, his tongue and teeth and lips working magic she never knew was possible...

“Ohhhhhh,” she gasped.

Even as much as she really hated to admit it, he knew what he was doing.

She was surprised that he hadn’t immediately tried to fill her as soon as his pants came off and she couldn’t fathom why that might be. Maybe he had some other plan in mind that she wasn’t aware of, but Anna couldn’t deny that she was alright with the turn of events. It seemed to be working out well for her as his mouth roved over her sensitive inner workings. He glanced up at her with a wicked glint in his eye only to see that she was indeed watching him over the mounds of her breasts.

For now it was okay.

For now, it actually felt kinda good.

Okay so, no “kinda” about it - Tommy’s silver tongue that he used to fool everyone else worked its magic one more time.

Tommy licked and sucked and nibbled all over Anna’s juicy cunt, and he could tell be the way her body relaxed that she was definitely enjoying his oral ministrations. His fingers delved within her, clawing at her insides and dragging her inexorably closer to her next climax.

He was a man on a mission, and that mission was simple: make his little pet cum over and over until she was begging him to fuck her.

His expert mouth and fingers got her to cum again in short order, and he continued to eat her pussy as she orgasmed, even as she tried in vain to push him away, or wiggle away herself. His grip was too tight, and within moments he was sending her over the edge again.

This time, he did stop to let her catch her breath, but while she lay panting in ecstasy on her back on the bed, he took that opportunity to apply yet another healthy dose of cocaine to her pussy...

It was too much!

Two consecutive orgasms all rolled into one big one made her body writhe in discomfort as her spikes of pleasure turned into sharp bolts of overstimulation. She whimpered and tossed her head when all of her attempts to squirm away were rebuked. She had no choice but to lay there with her thighs tossed over his strong shoulders and take what he was giving her.

When she felt the coarse sensation of the powder on her cuntlips she managed to groan “no more!” but he didn’t heed her. It was too late anyway; the drug was already starting to seep it’s way inside her bloodstream.

But even Anna didn’t know: was she saying no to the drugs or was she saying no to Tommy’s hands on her?

Anna suspected it might have been the former but she kept that wicked thought on lockdown.

Tommy’s mouth went right back to work on Anna’s cocaine pussy, and he even pushed her legs back towards her head, pinning her down and spreading her wide. His jaw was starting to get sore, but he powered right through that. He had three fingers plunging into her again and again, dragging along the roof of her pussy as he worked her clit between his teeth.



He was relentless. “C’mon, I know you can do it, let go and fucking squirt...” he growled before suckling her clit hard once again. He finger-fucked her harder and harder.

Dazedly, she tried to think of what he could mean by that.

Squirt?

She’d never heard of it before.

Anna didn’t think she had it in her to accomplish whatever the heck he was asking for but she continue to convulse in response to his ministrations below the belt. She was whining and chewing at her lips, trying not to beg him to fuck her. She wouldn’t lower herself to asking the man who had raped her only last week to impale her. She wasn’t that desperate.

The copious amount of Cocaine lining her mucous membranes screamed differently: it whispered enticingly in her ear about how good it would feel if she just let go and accepted it: Tommy wasn’t going to leave her alone, so it was best to take all the enjoyment from him that she could get. Who knows when he’d flip on her again?

He was the personification of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It seemed she wasn’t quite capable of squirting, or maybe Tommy just wasn’t hitting the right spot; regardless, he grew frustrated. His cock was rock hard now from making Anna cum repeatedly, and he was eager to get his dick inside her.

But... he had other plans for her. He smirked as he pushed himself away from her, and stood up, pulled his pants up and tucked his cock away within.

“That was fun, doll,” he said, giving her a playful wink. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another small baggie of cocaine, and dropped it on Anna’s bedside table. “Go easy on that stuff,” he said, nodding towards the drug before he turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

Laying there on her back with her chest heaving in exertion, Anna’s knees slumped down to the mattress as soon as he left the protective circle of her thighs.

She raised up onto her elbows and watched in amazement as Tommy redressed and left her unsatisfied.

Slowly, her head rotated towards the baggie of Cocaine sitting on her nightstand. She blinked at it several times and eventually leaned forward to reach out for it. She gathered it in her hand and rose up out of her nest of blankets to slip back into her underwear and a long cardigan that covered her bum.

She wanted to flush it all down the toilet and with determination, Anna stomped down the hallway to do just that, ignoring the snickers and catcalls from her roommates as they teased her about bagging the hottest guy on campus. Anna sneered and kept on her way. It wasn’t until she had dumped half of it into the bowl and watched it float on the surface of the water that she reconsidered and quickly secured the top of the baggie and tossed it back onto the counter.

She didn’t know why, but her brain screamed for her to keep it - she needed it - why do something so stupid and waste it? But realistically Anna knew she didn’t NEED anything; the warm, spasmodic feeling it gave her as it burned like fire through her body and made her so Goddamn sensitive was nice but it wasn’t something she needed to make it through the day.

But as green eyes cut to it the baggy, Anna realized she didn’t need.

She wanted.

She swallowed a scream of frustration and steadfastly dumped the rest of the white powder to join the heap already swimming in the toilet bowl.

Fuck you she thought venomously.

I will NOT let you control me and I sure as fuck will NOT let you win!

Tommy chuckled to himself as he left Anna’s dorm, wondering just what she would do with the cocaine he’d left her. He was pretty sure she would just throw it away, or flush it down the toilet; he had seen the hate in her eyes, alongside the lust and arousal while he had eaten her out. It would be a waste, for sure, but Tommy wasn’t hurting for money. The trust fund was well funded, after all.

And of course, he had a pretty decently sized stash hidden away in his house. Getting a good buzz on was starting to sound like a pretty good idea right about now, anyways.

As he walked along, he pondered what to do to get her to squirt. His devious mind ran through the possibilities, and he soon figured out just how to manipulate her as he thought back to all the footage he had of her rape.

He got back to his house and got comfortable, snorted a line, and started perusing his library. He found exactly what he was looking for. Having multiple cameras running had definitely been a good idea. He had forgotten that one of his boys had gotten such a close-up!

He sent her a text with the attached gif:

https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2016/07/06/460/16079908.gif

And this message: You’re quite capable of squirting. That’s you. Unless you want this clip and more posted online, and links sent to all your friends and family, you’ll figure out how to make yourself squirt, and you’ll show me

He smirked to himself as he hit send. She was going to hate him... but he was now forcing her to masturbate until she figured it out... He laughed.

Her response stuck to her usual lines: you’re a disgusting human being and I can’t believe I thought for one second you had any shred of decency in you. Prick. But as she sent it she had a pang of regret lance through her. Her fingers were shaking now, struggling to hold onto her phone and she felt like she’d been slammed into a brick wall. She was coming down from her high and even as she flushed vindictively she worried that she’d made a mistake.

As terrible as it was to admit it, Anna was probably going to need that cocaine and therefore need Tommy to provide it for her. She did need him to keep those clips to himself, so realistically she should have been on her very best behaviour.

But Anna was stubborn. She’d be just fine without those drugs. She didn’t need them at all.

Suit yourself Tommy promptly shot back a message to her.

He already had her website set up. It featured gifs of her getting fucked, of her orgasming. It offered a “full video” for the low price of $9.99. There were pictures. Even a preview clip.

He sent her the link to the website, along with a message: Nobody knows this exists. Yet.

He chuckled to himself, just imagining how Anna would be losing her mind right about now.

Anna scanned over the link several times feeling frustrated.

It didn’t seem like there was anything she could do. He’d told her over brunch that he’d deleted those images but here they were coming back to haunt her once more. It seemed she really couldn’t win.

Jerkily, her fingers stabbed at the keys on the message app of her phone until she’d sent off a response to him. It wasn’t exactly polite but it also didn’t contain the palpable hostility her last had, either. She didn’t want to annoy him enough that he’d snap and just go ahead and run hogwild with his blackmail material in revenge.

Her text read: Fine. I’ll play along but ONLY because you leave me no choice.

It sounded more defeated than anything else.

Tommy smirked when he got Anna’s much more subdued response.

Good girl. You’ve got until our date tomorrow night to figure it out and show me he texted to her. He wondered if she could do it. He laughed as he lit up a joint, just thinking about how much she would have to masturbate in such a short period in order to make the squirting happen.

He was enjoying this entirely too much.

Date?

What date?

She asked him as much but received no response. Tossing her phone onto the bed in frustration, Anna pondered the options. She really had no option but to follow through and try her best to make it happen.

She didn’t even know how to go about that. She’d likely have to practice but she’d probably also have to do her research and figure out the best angles and spots to press to achieve that.

Anna sighed and resolved to buckle down and just do it.

Tommy got Anna’s text questioning their “date” but he didn’t bother to respond. She had some 28 hours or so to figure out how to make herself squirt for him. He laughed, wondering if she could even do it, and how sore her pussy would be by the time she made it happen.

He spent the rest of his Sunday getting stoned and playing video games. It was quite relaxing. He did keep close tabs on Anna’s location, however, wondering if she’d go anywhere. Part of him wondered if she’d message for more coke when the inevitable come-down hit her...

After the fourth hour of being locked in her room and fruitlessly trying to accomplish the task she’d been given, Anna was a shaky, frustrated mess. Her fingers were barely even capable of stroking in any sort of rhythmic fashion and the whole inner workings were reddened and sore from how much she’d been playing with them.

Her mind kept rolling around in circles. She couldn’t focus. Her mouth was dry. Her body was a quivering ball of nerves.

For all of one second Anna had enough clarity to determine that she was starting to come down and that might be the reason why she couldn’t pay attention to the porn she had playing long enough to pick up on some tips.

Anna was never going to get anywhere like this.

She cried in aggravation, cursing his name for all she was worth.

She itched for more Coke but she was stronger than that. She wouldn’t break down. Going through withdrawal wasn’t that bad, right? She could handle it.