Life Lessons

I was reaching into my pack of smokes to pull out a joint when she declared that she didn't have to do this, and that I knew it.

I think I may have growled at her in response, but lit the joint off my burning cigarette. The room was poorly ventilated, and the smoke pooled around the ceiling.

"The hell, you say?" I replied, taking a toke off the joint. I walked over to her, blocking her way out, and let the smoke from the marijuana out through my nose in a steady, thick stream.

"Bitch, you owe me three songs worth of lap dances. In your underwear," I declared. "You better start taking them clothes off, unless you want me to help."
 
"The hell, you say?" he now said, blocking off the exit in front of me, growling his words to me like an angry, vicious dogs. I stood my ground, despite being terrified and didn't break down in front of him.

Not yet anyway.

"Bitch, you owe me three songs worth of lap dances. In your underwear. You better start taking them clothes off, unless you want me to help."
he added, blowing some fowl smelling smoke my way.

"Fuck you, no!" I said, arguing back as I tried to move him away "You're no one to keep me here!"
 
I grabbed her arm and pushed her down on the bed.

"So, not only are you a slut, and a tease, but a fucking liar too, is that it?" I growled at her, growing hot as I looked at her, watching her tits bounce in her tight shirt as she fell on her big round butt on the bed.

I laughed at her. "You're such a dumb little cunt. I could ruin you, you know that? Fucking ruin you. You like your little job running the dorm? Your scholarships? Your perfect prissy little life? Kiss it all fucking goodbye, bitch," I said, taking another drag on the joint and blowing the smoke out.

"You should have done your fucking homework before you decided you wanted to pull this bullshit," I said, and spat on her before turning and heading for the door!
 
"You're such a dumb little cunt. I could ruin you, you know that? Fucking ruin you. You like your little job running the dorm? Your scholarships? Your perfect prissy little life? Kiss it all fucking goodbye, bitch. You should have done your fucking homework before you decided you wanted to pull this bullshit,"

I was scared. Real scared.

Something inside of me just gave up - maybe it was my resistance or hatred of him. Whatever it was, it just disappeared then and was replaced with utter fear - fear that somehow, he could accomplish what he set out to do at that moment. He might have been bluffing but I didn't want to risk it.

So...I ran up to him and begged.

"Please wait! I'm sorry, I'll give you your lap dance!" I pleaded and then without him even asking me, I added "I can make it better! I'll do whatever you want. Please!"
 
"Damn right you will," I sneered at her, opening the door. "You're my girl tonight. You'll do whatever I want," I said, taking a drag off the joint. I held the smoke in and then blew it out in her direction.

I stepped towards her, knowing that people were looking in the open door now. I offered her the joint.

"Smoke it," I said.

It wasn't a question.
 
"Damn right you will, You're my girl tonight. You'll do whatever I want,"

I gulped my own saliva, nervous as I was when he said that. I mean, he did have a bit of leverage right now and he could make me do stupid things. I wasn't so sure on being 'his girl' tonight but I wasn't about to argue on his words right now. He offered me his joint and my worst fears were realized when he stated:

"Smoke it,"

"Do I...have to?" I asked unsure of my own tone and submissively, I took it off his hand. I eyed it carefully, before placing it between my fingers and slowly took in a puff and...

I coughed from the smoke.
 
I watched with a devious glint in my eye as she puffed on the joint, taking a hit and coughing immediately. I laughed at her.

"You're pathetic," I spat at her. "Take another hit," I demanded. I wanted to drag her down. I wanted to make her a total mess by the end of this night, and I could tell we were already well on our way to my goal. "Breathe deep, get it all in," I commanded.
 
Ugh, another hit?

"Breathe deep, get it all in,"

I took a moment again, with the burning joint still in my hand, before gathering the confidence and took it in; well, as much as I could. I wanted to gag, but managed to keep my composure. I let the smoke out of my mouth and watched it go into the air. I grinned, handing the joint over before saying "See? There."
 
"Perfect," I replied, taking the joint back from her, puffing on it, and then snuffing it out in a nearby ashtray. There was a stereo in this little room, and I flipped it on, pressed play on the CD player. The PussyCat Dolls' "Buttons" came on through the speakers. That would work just fine.

I leaned back and smirked, my hand resting on my upper thigh as I looked at her.

"Well, what are you waiting for? I want my lapdances," I said, fully aware of the open door in front of her, and the prying eyes peering in. She had an opportunity here to run, if she wanted. I knew the threat I'd given her earlier would be enough to get her to do my bidding, though.
 
Whether it was for the marijuana smoke, the awful music or a combination of both things, I felt my heart pound off my chest upon seeing this pervert sit down and look at me like...that. I was determined to get this over with, so much so that I neglected to even look at the door. I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he closed the door earlier and slowly began to peel down my yoga pants, before my lower half was covered only by my bright, pink cotton panties.

I sighed and said "Let's get this over with, I guess." before I moved closer to his lap. "How long was this stupid dance supposed to be?" I then asked, brushing some of my long hair off my face.
 
I scowled at her. "You know, if you're gonna be a bitch about it, we're gonna raise the stakes," I growled. My hands went to my jeans, and I unfastened them and pulled them down, along with my boxers, revealing my long, thick, veiny, hairy cock to her. It was at about half-mast, resting lewdly against my upper thigh.

"So I'm not wearing any pants. And it was going to be three songs, but all this attitude you wanna spout is gonna make it five," I said, leaning back and spreading my legs a bit, savoring the shocked look on her face as her eyes seemed to fixate on my impressive member...
 
Oh Jesus fucking Christ!

I stared at his long member and my eyes opened wide. Granted, it's not like I haven't seen one before - it's just that I never expected my eyes go over something so...well, you get the idea. His cock was huge and...God, did he have to just rest it on his leg like it was nothing? Seriously? I nervously glanced away and said:

"Okay wait, five wasn't the deal..."
before I looked back at him "Let's keep it at three please?"

And then, in a moment of self-pity, I added:

"I'll let you grab my ass if you cut it to two?"
 
I laughed in her face.

"I'm gonna grab whatever part of you I feel like," I declared, my eyes eating up her bared legs, and the tiny panties she wore.

"Five songs. Or, we can cut it short if you can get me off," I said with a smirk.
 
"I'm gonna grab whatever part of you I feel like. Five songs. Or, we can cut it short if you can get me off,"

"Fuck you." I said angrily before I moved myself closer to him "You get your lapdance and I'm sure the hell not touching you."

I nearly coughed from the residue of the smoke in the air and planned on facing him the entire time, to avoid his perverted eyes from having to see more of my backside that he couldn't stop talking about.

"So, are you ready or what?"

I sure the hell wasn't.
 
I grabbed my cock and rubbed it. Just looking at her standing there in her pink panties was enough to get me fully hard, and my dick was standing at full mast now.

"Fuck yeah, I'm ready, show me what you got," I said, reaching forward and grabbing her by her hips and pulling her right onto my lap so she was straddling me, my thick dick rubbing right between her thighs and along her mound!

"Take your fucking shirt off, slut."
 
"Fuck yeah, I'm ready, show me what you got,"

He didn't take long before he grabbed me by my hips and pulled me right on his lap. I panicked for a second there, mouth agape, and didn't know what to do. That thick member of his quickly snapped me back to reality, when this disgusting pervert began rubbing it on my bare thigh and between my legs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, my hands on his shoulders as I pulled myself up a bit (his grasp held me in place, making sure that I didn't go too far off...)

"Take your fucking shirt off, slut."

"Fuck you, that's not necessary." I answered by bitterly, moving my hips and giving this asshole the lapdance that he badly wanted.
 
I growled at her response, and my hand came up and firmly, harshly, loudly landed on her ass with a slap, before both hands came up and grasped her shirt and yanked it up over her head!

"You seem to forget, I can ruin you, and you agreed to do whatever I fucking want," I said. I stood up then from my chair, jutting my hips forward, pushing her wildly off my lap; she fell backwards, her big ass landing with a bounce on the twin bed, and I was standing over her a moment later, my big dick standing lewdly right in front of her face.

"Now turn around, bend over doggy style, and rub your cunt on my dick," I demanded.
 
"You seem to forget, I can ruin you, and you agreed to do whatever I fucking want,"

These words of his are the only reason why I continued and obediently got on all fours on the bed. It felt disgusting, to feel his gaze on my round ass and to feel that warm rock hard shaft poking between my legs; rubbing my panties and I rocked my hips against his. Words failed me and I wordlessly went along with this.

"Is this okay?" I asked meekly, rubbing myself against him.
 
I brought my hand up, and promptly back down on her big ass, displayed before me so lewdly; the slap rang out loud and clear through the room and out into the lounge area, eliciting a few hoots and hollers from the pervy on-lookers at the door!

"Oh yeah, slut, that's perfect," I said, admiring the red hand mark that I had left emblazoned across her fat cheek. I grabbed her hips and thrust upwards, rubbing my stiffness right against her, pulling her big ass back to my belly, my rock hard cockhead rubbing clear along her lips, mound, clit and up to her belly button!
 
Smack!​

His hand loudly smacked my behind - the sound of the attack echoing within this small room. I whimpered at the slap, but managed to keep rubbing my hip against his.

"Oh yeah, slut, that's perfect," he said before grabbing my hips and pulling me real close; making me feel the think head of his cock rubbing against my panties, thighs and well....more intimate parts. I bit my lip, because for a second there I actually felt something.

"Don't fucking spank me you pig." I said with disgust, at both myself and him. "It was a lapdance and nothing else!!"
 
I spat on her when she protested, my hands grasping at her thong underwear as I rubbed my thick, hard shaft right along her crotch. I could tell by the way she moved, her body was responding, regardless of the words that were coming out of her mouth.

I had a special surprise waiting for her as well... my fingers slipped under her thong, and I pulled it off to the side, exposing her pert little asshole to my view. I spat again, my saliva landing square on her hole, and my index finger started rubbing and probing her there...

"Just shut the fuck up, you fucking love it, slut."
 
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