Catfished - Ch. 03

I didn't sleep well, dreams of cock and being unable to breath keeping me up. But in the morning, I got ready, remembering to send Tim his pic of me in panties. They were the pair I'd first got, when they had been 'Sarah's'. The ones I had sniffed and jacked off into.

I had an epiphany as I put them on, that Tim must have made them smell like him before sending them. That I'd sniffed and masturbated to the smell of his balls.

It seemed fitting considering everything that had happened since then.

Sarah who had sent me the panties, my online girlfriend, hadn't existed. The person who I'd sent sexy pictures of myself in the panties to, was Tim, the weird white whale of my school, a short fat little loser, who under the threat of exposing me had convinced me to dress up and suck his cock, twice, as well as paying him $132.

The deal was that I gave him $50 everyday or earned it by sucking his cock and that I dressed in panties and lingerie under my regular clothes, sent him a picture and strip down to them when I sucked him.

I was out of money, ideas and options and unless a miracle occurred, I would be on my knees in front of Tim again after school today.

The day was unexceptional, like any other Wednesday, except for Tim messaging me "same time, same place" I sent a thumbs up, making me an active if not willing participant in my own humiliation.

I arrived first, as usual, and as usual Tim asked if I had his $50, I said no and had to ask to suck his cock.

He went go over to the sofa, undoing his stupid stars and stripes belt, dropping his pants exposing his hardening cock as I stripped down to the panties I was wearing.

Then I'd get on my knees and suck his cock. We both forgot about my cold hands, but the next day I remembered, holding my hands in my armpits while I waited to keep them warm.

I learned I could use my hand like my mouth, jacking him off in time with moving my lips down, it stopped me bottoming out and triggering my gag reflex but still giving him something all the way down to his balls. Which were something I make sure not to neglect.

I also learned when I needed a break or to get my breath back, I could keep just the head in my mouth, breathing through my hands and using my hands to jack the shaft, slick with my saliva.

Tim was happy to let me work, with the occasional command and a near constant stream of abuse as he got closer.

Both Wednesday and Thursday he finished like before, flooding my mouth with his cum, calling me a "good girl" when I swallowed it. It did save on the mess. On Thursday he came while I just had the tip in and was working him with my hands, jacking him off into my mouth. He came quicker than I expected, flooding my mouth with rope after rope of cum.

I had thought maybe the first couple of times were flukes, that maybe he hadn't cum in a while, but Wednesday and Thursday it was the same, his giant balls churning, firing reams of his thick cum into my mouth.

Both times he left first again, as I slowly collected myself. Still having to stuff my own stiff cock into my pants.

On Thursday he said that if I didn't have the money, I should just get ready for when he showed up. I didn't reply, he didn't explain, but I knew what he meant.

Later, in bed, I started to jack off, I hadn't cum in several days at this point, whereas normally I'd jack off pretty much daily.

But as I did it, I couldn't help comparing the size and feel to Tim's. I'd touched his more than mine recently. I was probably the same sort of length, maybe even slightly longer. Tim's cock was longer than it looked, like some sort of optical illusion caused by his girth and freaksih balls, but I was nowhere near as wide.

I then couldn't get thoughts and memories of Tim's fat cock out of my head. Pushing out my normal fantasies of high school girls and movie stars.

I didn't finish, feeling dejected. Struggling to go to sleep, my erection still pressing uncomfortably against my pjs.

Friday was a normal day, up until the last bell, it was like pretty much every day I'd had for the last year.

Afterwards was the new normal. I walked through the missing door first and waited for Tim.

He'd said now that if I didn't have the money I should 'get ready' for him, to save time. So I stripped down to my panties and waited.

He walked in, paused to look at me almost naked, grunted and went to the sofa, getting himself ready.

Even without any lead up his cock was already hardening when he undid the buckle and dropped his pants.

I knelt in front of him, jacking his half-hard cock to fully hard. Sucking his balls into my mouth one by one, his pre-cum lubricanting my hand on his shaft.

But today he didn't get his phone out and wasn't happy to just let me work.

"Fucking lick it"

"Come on bitch, lick it"

Obligingly I licked up his shaft, like a bitch.

The abuse carried on. Insults and commands and where normally there were small signs of encouragement, that I was doing something right, this time there just seemed to be growing frustration.

"Dumb cunt, just suck it! Useless slut, sissy faggot."

In the end he gave up, grabbing my head and his cock, guiding one onto the other and fucking my mouth, no care for how violently he thrust into my throat or how much I gagged.

I managed to not throw up but ended up with him standing over me, one hand wrapped in my hair, with the other he frantically pumped his own cock.

From my position, my chest heaving as I suck air into my aching lungs, saliva overflowing my abused mouth, through my tearing eyes I saw him cum, the first rope spraying across my face as I closed my eyes, the second dropping lower, around my mouth and the rest hitting my chin and neck, all dripping down onto my chest and further onto my own cock pressing against my panties.

He let go and I fell back lying on the floor, my legs askew, like the chalk outline of a murder victim and he left me there, plastered in his cum. I used my t-shirt to clean myself up, but it seemed to smear the mess around more than mop it up and I walked home sticky.

When I got home I showered straight away, washing off the drying evidence of my deal with Tim.

Still hard I jacked off in the shower, and it didn't take long until the water was washing away the evidence of my own excitement, mine and Tim's cum mingling in the drain, though there was a lot more of Tim's to wash away.

***

Over the weekend I filled my time with schoolwork. The deal with Tim and the stress of it seemed to have taken up a lot of my time and energy and I was in danger of falling behind with my work.

When Monday came around I was nervous, I hadn't had any contact from Tim and Friday had been different to the times before.

I debated whether I should send him the pic, but decided that the deal hadn't changed and so I should stick to the routine.

I realized I debated this, already stood infront of my mirror already dressed. I had run out of panties and had circled back round to the stockings I had gone to meet Sarah in.

I had just got dressed on reflex and realized I'd worn panties at the weekend, out of habit.

It was weird, how 'normal' weird could be.

I felt self-conscious at school, knowing I was wearing the stockings underneath my clothes. Unlike the panties, the garter belt sat well above the waist of my pants and there was no chance of them being believed to be normal underpants if they were seen.

I didn't know why I hadn't just worn the panties from the set by themselves. But it was too late to change it now.

My phone buzzed, it was him.

"Now"

Then a pin drop.

I read it, if I hadn't I could have pretended to have not seen it. I realised I need to get better at not checking my phone.

I was in a free period, studying in the library. So I quietly packed my books and tracked down the pin Tim had sent.

It didn't take long, it came to the back of the sports hall. I had to ease past some brambles to get there, carefully pulling the long branches aside.

Tim was waiting there, slouched against the wall.

"Got my $50?"

I didn't. "No".

He sighed, his hand going to his belt.

"Wait..." he stopped "...here?" I asked.

We'd only done it in the building with the missing door, behind the chainlink fence, away from school.

He shrugged, undoing his belt. We were out of sight, right at the edge of the school grounds. But we weren't actually far from other people, there was a group running track on the field in front of the sports hall and I could hear doors opening and closing inside. I probably knew the people running track.

"Today?!" Tim prompted, his pants already down.

Sighing internally, this wasn't the deal, but I knew that in reality the deal was pretty vague and was whatever Tim decided it was.

He didn't have to tell me I still needed to strip, I knew it was expected.

I stripped down to my panties, stockings and suspenders. Positioning my book bag on the ground in front of Tim to kneel on. He looked at me hungrily and I wasn't sure if it was the sight of me undressed, his power over me or the knowledge I was about to suck his dick that was exciting him.

His cock was still getting hard, with a final look around to make sure I hadn't missed any potential vantage point from where we might be seen, I knelt in front of Tim. Up close I could watch his cock as it ratcheted itself up in small jerking movements to it's impressive final position.

There was a definite breeze and I felt a little chilly, but it didn't seem to effect Tim, his cock stood proud and his giant balls swung below against the background of his flabby torso.

I reached my hands up, one taking him at the base of the shaft, the other fondling his pendulous balls. I leant forward, taking him into my mouth, the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his head hitting my tongue.

It still didn't taste like much and I said a silent prayer of thanks that Tim at least didn't slouch on his personal hygiene.

I bobbed back and forth, up and down on his shaft. It was harder to balance like this than when he was sitting down.

Initially he was leaning, slouched back against the wall but stood up, gently thrusting into my mouth as I descended.

It was hard not to fall forward as I went down or fall back when he thrusted forwards. In the end, I put my palms on the top of his thighs and basically let him hump my mouth.

It wasn't helped that I was finding it difficult to concentrate. I could hear people calling out on the track field and inside the hall on the other side of the wall I could hear shouting and he squeaking of sneakers on the floor, like people were playing basketball or dodgeball.

They probably were and it was a surreal feeling to be outside on my knees, sucking Tim's cock, knowing there were people I knew on just the other side of the wall.

I was glad the windows, were high up at the top of the wall, far above and out of sight. But as Tim grunted, I was very aware that if I could hear the people inside, they would be able to hear us.

I didn't know if it was in spite of the situation or because of it, but I could feel my own cock pressing uncomfortably against my panties. I knew we were pretty safe where we were. But we weren't safe.

There was a track through the brambles where I'd walked in and judging by the trash around, we weren't the only people that knew about this spot. All it would take was someone to come by, one of the people inside to hear something, become curious and come looking.

As he was fucking my mouth Tim started talking.

"I bet you like sucking my cock like this, just another slut sucking cock behind the sports hall, just like all the other dumb cunts."

Was this the school blowjob spot? I'd never heard of it, but it kind of made sense. And he was right, it did kind of make it hotter. Not only being outside but the idea this was where guys got their cocks sucked by dumb sluts made sense, and I was the dumb slut.

"You probably want someone to see, so everyone knows what a faggot you are, that's you're a fucking sissy, only good for sucking cock".

Normally the abuse was pretty general. But this wasn't just Tim saying mean things, this was targeted at me, about me.

In my head we were surrounded by a crowd of people, teachers and students, my friends, as Tim fucked my mouth, using it like his personal fleshlight, which was exactly what I was.

The sound of Tim's voice as he abused me and the constant uck, uck, uck as he fucked my mouth drowned out much of everything else.

I couldn't hear the squeak of sneakers inside anymore. I didn't know how loud we were but I knew the windows above felt closer than they had.

Tim was thrusting faster and faster, deeper and deeper and my world shrank to my view of his cock as it pistoned in and out of my mouth as I concentrated on holding my mouth wide for him and trying to breath around his thrusts.

Until he thrust forward, holding my head mashed into his groin and after a second I could feel his cock, crammed down my throat, pulse as he started shooting his cum straight into my stomach.

There was a lot of it, pulse after pulse pushing against my tongue and stretching my throat so that I was feeling light headed by the time he pulled back.

As I gulped down air into my burning lungs Tim was already pushing his wet, softening cock, into his pants and leaving me on my knees.

As my breathing and heartbeat settled I could hear the squeak of sneakers inside and the shouts from the track field again.

I got myself together, trying to get dressed without getting my clothes or me dirty on the ground and filler the path back down to the brambles, carefully lifting the branches aside and stepping out.

I could see faces on the field notice me, turning to track my nervous, too swift walk past the sports hall back towards the school. I could only hope I was too far away to be recognised and that they hadn't seen Tim walk the same way a few minutes ago.

But even then, the idea they might have seen Tim and then me walking by, knowing what we, I, had been doing. It made my still hard cock twitch in it's panties.

I went back to the library and got my books out but thank about the stockings I was weary under my clothes.

I felt like some sort of spy, living a double life, average senior on the outside but on the inside, I was Tim's little slut.

Did that make me gay?

I didn't fancy guys and I was pretty sure of I did, it wouldn't be Tim. I didn't want to go on dates or hold his fucking hand.

But, I got off on him using me.

It hadn't been my idea and being blackmailed didn't really count as a choice either.

Just because I got something out of it too didn't mean the situation had changed.

It wasn't like I had a choice.

The bell went, startling me out of my internal conversation. My books sat unread in front of me as everyone else hurriedly packed away, rushing for the end of the school day.

I sat and waited for a few minutes, to let the hard cock pressing against the inside of my panties, go down.

I sighed at the ridiculousness of my situation.