Freida felt oddly shy as she knocked on Damon's front door. She was embarrassed about the phone sex, and really desperately hoped he would not bring it up and make her blush. 'If he tells me I was crap... I'll be crushed,' she realised.
'But why?' she questioned herself. 'You didn't even want to do it. He forced you. You even tried to beg out of it.'
And yet... she wanted him to be pleased with her.
'I'm getting that Stockholm's syndrome thingy,' she thought.
"Just come in," he huffed, pulling the door open. "You don't have to knock every time like you're the police or something." "Noted," Freida said and nodded, hoping it hadn't come out sarcastic sounding.
"You been practising your blowjob skills?" he asked.
"Erm..." she said, looking away and rocking on her heels.
He laughed. "You practised on my mate Ben, right?"
"Erm... well..." Freida mumbled, not being the best liar.
"I knew he wouldn't have done it," Damon said. "The guy's a weasel."
Freida nodded despite the fact she disagreed. Ben seemed like the only one to have some basic morals and kindness.
"Well." He tutted. "Get on your knees."
Freida obeyed.
He placed a hand on her head and grasped some of her hair in a lazy grip. Then he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick. It was so big it hit her on the end of her nose. She blinked and stared up at him.
"Keep looking at me like that while you suck it," he said with a smug half-smile.
Freida did as she was told. She wrapped her lips around it and moved her head back and forth, trying to get it as deep as possible so he wouldn't complain again.
As soon as she opened her mouth wider, he shoved it down her throat, making her panic and choke. He pulled out, slapped her round the face with it and carried on. As he thrust in and out, she tried so hard to relax her throat and let him fuck her face but ended up choking again.
"You're really really bad at this," he told her.
She swallowed away the mixture of saliva and precum so she could speak up for herself.
"Then let me suck it how I normally do it. I don't know how to deep throat. I'm... not a porn star, you know?" she said, feeling too grumpy to care about offending him. "Hmm." He cocked his head for a moment. "I guess we can do it your way for a bit."
He stood still, letting her lick and suck at it. As she tried to slide it deeper into her mouth, she understood how big it was.
'No wonder it made me choke.'
It was absolutely huge--not that she had much of a reference. She had seen Mr Preston's on a few occasions and her brothers by accident in the shower.
But Damon's was nearly as thick as her arm and at least 8 inches long.
As she looked at it, she imagined what it would be like to sleep with him.
"Are you going to stare at it all day or what?" Damon asked. When Freida looked up at him, she saw his amused grin and flushed.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to stare... it's just..." she bit her lip.
"It's beautiful right," he said, smirking.
"Uh..." Freida chuckled. "It's big."
"Time to get sucking... I'll give you some tips." Damon sucked his teeth. "Don't bother trying to deep throat until you practise. You have the gag reflex of a bulimic. You want to focus your lips and tongue on this part here where it's most sensitive not the base."
"Okay," she muttered and took a deep breath.
She got to work, following his instructions as best as she could.
'How do I know if I'm doing a good job?' Freida questioned.
The feeling of his hands in her hair answered the question for her. He began to pull on her hair, moving her head and forth in a slow rhythm. Her mouth started to tire, and she almost thought about pausing for a break but an increase in pace and his breathing spurred her on.
She felt her mouth fill with liquid and swallowed it away, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste.
Damon saw the look on her face and laughed.
"Nice?" he asked.
Freida surprised herself by letting out a loud, nervous laugh.
'Where did that come from?' she wondered as Damon sat forward and lifted her chin with his fingers. He wiped a small drip from her chin with his thumb and pushed it into her mouth.
She sucked the saltiness from his thumb without breaking eye contact, wondering if she looked hot right now.
"Now... go home and practise deep throat techniques. If you don't do it... I'll reveal your little secret about a certain teacher."
Freida made a raspberry sound and shrugged.
"Stuff him," she said. "I don't even care about him anymore. I'm only doing this so you don't hurt my brother."
"Oh?" Damon asked, raising his eyebrows. He seemed genuinely interested. "What happened?"
When Freida explained what had happened, Damon nodded slowly and shook his head with a knowing smile.
"He spent years grooming you, and as soon as you were old enough to shag, he did it twice and got bored," Damon said. He looked as if he was going to add more, but decided against it. "Do you think it was more about the chase?" she asked. She had been thinking this.
"I think it was more about your age," Damon said, looking serious for the first time.
Freida did not know what to do with that information. Obviously, the thought had crossed her mind, but she always tried to push it out.
In a rare moment of kindness, Damon leaned forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It's not your fault," he said. "Go on, go off home and have some time to yourself. I bet you're sick of looking at me."
He grinned a huge toothy grin, making him look almost goofy. It was weird seeing him this way.
Freida smiled at him.
"Thank you, Damon."
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