Rewards and Tears

Rewards and Tears

The Sentil Manor
San Francisco, Ca.
2003
The weather outside the large hillside manor was pleasant but slightly windy. Fifteen-year-old Drew Sentil was sitting in the steamy hot kitchen. The equally steamy kitchen boy, Scott, was fucking her in the ass over the table. Her ‘relations’ with him started a while back.
She was in her bed when he walked in, gagged and tied her hands and feet and dragged her downstairs into her family’s wine cellar. Once he had shut and locked the door behind him he pulled out a knife.
“Make a sound and I\'ll cute your hot little body to pieces. Of course, that would be a shame,” his once warm eyes shining with malice. He turned around to cut on the light.
Drew’s lungs had felt as thought they had went on lockdown. She wondered for the briefest secof hef he was bluffing , if this was a joke. She had after all know him since he had left high school to work for her father two years ago. She had given that thought up swiftly. In those two years she had known him she had never been comfortable around him. He had always given her the strangest looks when they were alone. Drew didn’t know how to describe those looks until just then. It was hunger for something that food wouldn’t satisfy. Hunger for something he couldn’t have.
She was brought from her thoughts back to the wine cellar by the feeling of Scott loosening her gag.
“On your knees” He pressed the cold blade of the knife against her throat to confirm her obedience. She knelt down all the time willing herself to calm down and breathe. He walked to stand in front of her. His hard-on was clearly outlined by his jeans. He grabbed he sides of her head and brought her face so close to him that she could have memorized the stitching of the denim.
“ Like what you see, Drew?”
She nodded her head. She was lying of course but knew that answer he was looking for. She thought to herself that if she told him what he wanted to hear he wouldn’t hurt her as much. Just maybe.
Though he seemed a little shocked by her answer, he didn’t respond to it. Instead he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear. He pulled out his cock out and stroked it against her cheek. It was warm and slightly wet and she gasped despite herself. He pressed his weeping head against her lips until she parted them. She gagged as he pushed himself in to the hilt, but he let out a hiss and didn’t seem to notice.
She didn’t know what to do since she had never given head before. Well, except in her mind when she masturbated quietly milking herself until she achieved a silent orgasm. But now she wasn’t sure what to do to appease him. She didn’t know what to do to make this incident finish quicker. She tried a tentative swirl of her tongue. He groaned and clutched her hair. She closed her mind to what was happening and where she was. She imagined she was back in her bed hand between her legs wet and safe. She traced his cock with her tongue, drawing more deep groans from him.
Pretty soon he took overabbiabbing the sides of her head he fucked her mouth. Jerking back and pummelling forward until she felt the head of his dick on the back of her throat. He was letting out short pants and lost his rhythm. Jerking spastically he came in Drew’s mouth. Shooting hot milky cum in her mouth for what felt like forever. Drew suddenly felt queasy and tried to pull away before he was done but he held her hair tight until he finished.
He finally withdrew his now limp cock and pulled out the knife from his pocket and cut the binds at her ankles. She thought at the time he was letting her go, but he just pushed her on her back and spread her legs.
“And now for your reward,” he said sliding her panties off and putting them in his pocket. He knelt between her bended legs. She felt his hot breath on her just as she registered what was about to happen. He shoved his tongue into her pussy so hard and suddenly she had to bite her lip to keep from crying screaming. The feeling was incredible. He licked her insides in the same rhythm he had fucked her face. He found her tiny nub and licked her cunt until she shook, coming copiously in his mouth.
He stood up and unlocked the door. He sent her back to her room with confusing feelings. He had made her fbettbetter than she could have by herself ,with her hands or with the dildo she had. He knew that when he came to her again with the hungry look food couldn’t satisfy and she would go willingly.
But that had been three months ago. He no longer gave her “rewards” and he came to her more frequently. She had every details of his dick memorized by now, from the taste of his cum to the extra sensitive spot on the side just above his balls. Yet she still didn’t object to him even when he asked to fuck her in the ass like he did tonight. He loved to screw her in that hole the best claiming there was more friction.
He was busy panting while she grunted halfway lying on her dining room table. Scott usually took her in the cellar or in her room. But tonight her parents were out of town and he had ordered her to give the rest of the workers the night off. Being alone in the house with her seemed the make him hornier. It meant they didn’t have to be quiet. He was becoming less gentle now; penetrating her with such force the table shook. She knew he was on the brink of coming and she knew there would be blood. He ejaculated hard lost in her tightness.
He pulled outppedpped his pants and set the table right. She gave up hoping for rewards a while back. He bid her good night and walked toward the corridor of his room. Drew headed upstairs sore and unsatisfied. She knew she would have to take out her shoebox. She rode the dildo all the while crying over the fact that she kept her secret in the pathetic hope that the rewards would returnÙ