Nick and Lexy

byAdAnne©

NOTE: All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Thank you for any and all reviews/ratings!

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Cold hands wrapped around his body coming to rest on his naked chest. A fit, healthy body rested against his back. Normally these things would excite him, but tonight it did nothing. The woman behind him was naked; her supple breasts were pressed tight against his upper back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was hot and wet against him. Not even that of all things turned him on. Her hands drew a teasing line down his stomach, resting on his painfully flaccid dick.

"Just stop, you're not doing anything for me. I'll pay you and you can leave." He said.

"No, Nicky. I don't leave any of my customers without giving them a happy ending. Just relax and let me work my magic."

"Make it quick." He said with a moan. His body started reacting to her touch. It was a mediocre, untrained touch, but it was beginning to do the trick. She swung around him and sat on his lap. She leaned forward and kissed him full on his lips. He drank her in, trying to use the kiss to intensify the experience. It wasn't working so far, but at least he was hard. The woman on top of him wasn't really a woman. She was maybe nineteen tops. But she was pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. She broke the kiss with him and started to mount him. He stopped her.

"Whoa! You think I'm going to fuck you without a condom?" He asked.

"I'm clean."

"I don't know that for sure. Condom's in the drawer."

She groaned and grabbed the condom out of the door. She carefully put it on him. Nick let out a hiss as she sat on top of him. God, she was tight. He started moving his hips in tune with hers, and before long he felt himself lowering his head into the crook of her neck and clutching at her as though his life depended on it. But he wasn't coming. Much to his horror, he was crying. He cried because this is what his life had come to. Sleeping with teenaged prostitutes because that's the only way he'd get any. Crying because he couldn't hold a girlfriend for longer than a couple months at a time. And much to his pleasure, the girl on top of him was ignoring his bitch tears.

He refused to ask for her name. He didn't want to know. At that moment, she laid him back on the bed and started riding him. It was a much more comfortable position. He felt pressure starting to build. No, he didn't want on top. No, he didn't want to take charge. Quite simply, he wanted to get off. He didn't care about her pleasure. He was paying her for sex, not the other way around. He didn't feel the need to impress her.

"Uhhhhh." He groaned as he came. The noise was monotone and flat, as she hadn't been as satisfactory as he'd hoped.

"Already?" She asked with a sneer. "You don't even have the decency to get me off, too?"

"I'm paying you, remember? Go masturbate." Nick rolled over, grabbed his wallet off the nightstand and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. His issue was that he was actually horny now. It perplexed him because he had just came, but he took it. Hastily, he handed her the money. He wanted her out so he could pleasure himself properly. "Now leave."

"You're hard again, hon." She pointed out the obvious.

"I'll take care of it." Nick said flatly.

"What? With your pornos and a Fleshlight? Sounds really fun." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, trust me it does." Nick winked at her, "Now leave."

"Whatever, asshole." The girl put her clothes back on and left, leaving Nick alone. Alone in his thoughts and in his actions. It's better this way, he tried to tell himself. Less emotional baggage. Or more, depending on how he thought about it. He couldn't escape from himself, not even with the ample amounts of booze he drank.

In a daze, he turned the TV on, and hit play. His favorite porno flashed across the screen, the one with the two sexy cheerleaders, and he leaned back against the pillows with his dick in his hand. It felt good enough, but he couldn't keep himself from thinking about his least favorite student, Lexy. The one who was blackmailing him.

She was an extremely mediocre lay. The seventeen year old had forced him into taking her virginity and continued, even months later-with absolutely no improvement- to blackmail him. He wasn't allowed to date, he wasn't supposed to masturbate as per her rules. But how would she know if he masturbated? It wasn't like she was at his house. He just wanted to get off. And he would. Slowly, he stroked up and down his length, which was impressive, but not too large. He was thicker than he was long and that served him well.

His favorite part of the porn flick was coming up, the part where the blonde pulled down the brunette's pants for the first time. The look on the girl's face turned him on to no end. Of course, he rarely made it farther than the Brunette coming. The Blonde's tits were perfectly perky and bounced every time she moved. Because he was a boob man, this never failed to turn him on. This time was no exception. The orgasm started low in his back, causing him to arch up, his toes to curl into the sheets, his left hand to clench, and his head to go back, and then he grunted his release.

This was better than a cheap prostitute, he thought. Even though he had a clean-up this way, his orgasm had been much more satisfying. But he still felt empty. Sex used to be such an emotional thing for him. He had been the guy that never had one night stands, never slept with someone he hadn't dated for precisely three months, and certainly never hired a hooker. That had changed somehow. Sex had lost meaning to him, relationships had lost meaning to him.

He supposed that that could point back to Lexy. She took the meaning out of sex when she 'raped' him. But, was it really rape if he had fantasized about her, fantasized about doing her, almost all the time until that moment? Was the act itself really different than the thoughts? Or had his reluctance only come from her age? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had come to loathe her. Lexy called him at all hours of the night telling him where to meet her and when. Tonight it would be at the track, which was about twenty minutes away from his house.

His uniform was precise. Lexy texted him- "Gym shorts, no underwear. Wife beater."

He owned two wife beaters. One black and one white. She preferred the white one with red shorts. The no underwear thing always worried him. Even though he knew they would be unnecessary, he hated having his junk so free and exposed. With a huge sigh, Nick stood up and grabbed the requested items out of his dresser.

Nick and Lexy. Warning: Not exactly consensual with them.

Cold hands wrapped around his body coming to rest on his naked chest. A fit, healthy body rested against his back. Normally these things would excite him, but tonight it did nothing. The woman behind him was naked; her supple breasts were pressed tight against his upper back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was hot and wet against him. Not even that of all things turned him on. Her hands drew a teasing line down his stomach, resting on his painfully flaccid dick.

"Just stop, you're not doing anything for me. I'll pay you and you can leave." He said.

"No, Nicky. I don't leave any of my customers without giving them a happy ending. Just relax and let me work my magic."

"Make it quick." He said with a moan. His body started reacting to her touch. It was a mediocre, untrained touch, but it was beginning to do the trick. She swung around him and sat on his lap. She leaned forward and kissed him full on his lips. He drank her in, trying to use the kiss to intensify the experience. It wasn't working so far, but at least he was hard. The woman on top of him wasn't really a woman. She was maybe nineteen tops. But she was pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. She broke the kiss with him and started to mount him. He stopped her.

"Whoa! You think I'm going to fuck you without a condom?" He asked.

"I'm clean."

"I don't know that for sure. Condom's in the drawer."

She groaned and grabbed the condom out of the door. She carefully put it on him. Nick let out a hiss as she sat on top of him. God, she was tight. He started moving his hips in tune with hers, and before long he felt himself lowering his head into the crook of her neck and clutching at her as though his life depended on it. But he wasn't coming. Much to his horror, he was crying. He cried because this is what his life had come to. Sleeping with teenaged prostitutes because that's the only way he'd get any. Crying because he couldn't hold a girlfriend for longer than a couple months at a time. And much to his pleasure, the girl on top of him was ignoring his bitch tears.

He refused to ask for her name. He didn't want to know. At that moment, she laid him back on the bed and started riding him. It was a much more comfortable position. He felt pressure starting to build. No, he didn't want on top. No, he didn't want to take charge. Quite simply, he wanted to get off. He didn't care about her pleasure. He was paying her for sex, not the other way around. He didn't feel the need to impress her.

"Uhhhhh." He groaned as he came. The noise was monotone and flat, as she hadn't been as satisfactory as he'd hoped.

"Already?" She asked with a sneer. "You don't even have the decency to get me off, too?"

"I'm paying you, remember? Go masturbate." Nick rolled over, grabbed his wallet off the nightstand and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. His issue was that he was actually horny now. It perplexed him because he had just came, but he took it. Hastily, he handed her the money. He wanted her out so he could pleasure himself properly. "Now leave."

"You're hard again, hon." She pointed out the obvious.

"I'll take care of it." Nick said flatly.

"What? With your pornos and a Fleshlight? Sounds really fun." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, trust me it does." Nick winked at her, "Now leave."

"Whatever, asshole." The girl put her clothes back on and left, leaving Nick alone. Alone in his thoughts and in his actions. It's better this way, he tried to tell himself. Less emotional baggage. Or more, depending on how he thought about it. He couldn't escape from himself, not even with the ample amounts of booze he drank.

In a daze, he turned the TV on, and hit play. His favorite porno flashed across the screen, the one with the two sexy cheerleaders, and he leaned back against the pillows with his dick in his hand. It felt good enough, but he couldn't keep himself from thinking about his least favorite student, Lexy. The one who was blackmailing him.

She was an extremely mediocre lay. The seventeen year old had forced him into taking her virginity and continued, even months later-with absolutely no improvement- to blackmail him. He wasn't allowed to date, he wasn't supposed to masturbate as per her rules. But how would she know if he masturbated? It wasn't like she was at his house. He just wanted to get off. And he would. Slowly, he stroked up and down his length, which was impressive, but not too large. He was thicker than he was long and that served him well.

His favorite part of the porn flick was coming up, the part where the blonde pulled down the brunette's pants for the first time. The look on the girl's face turned him on to no end. Of course, he rarely made it farther than the Brunette coming. The Blonde's tits were perfectly perky and bounced every time she moved. Because he was a boob man, this never failed to turn him on. This time was no exception. The orgasm started low in his back, causing him to arch up, his toes to curl into the sheets, his left hand to clench, and his head to go back, and then he grunted his release.

This was better than a cheap prostitute, he thought. Even though he had a clean-up this way, his orgasm had been much more satisfying. But he still felt empty. Sex used to be such an emotional thing for him. He had been the guy that never had one night stands, never slept with someone he hadn't dated for precisely three months, and certainly never hired a hooker. That had changed somehow. Sex had lost meaning to him, relationships had lost meaning to him.

He supposed that that could point back to Lexy. She took the meaning out of sex when she 'raped' him. But, was it really rape if he had fantasized about her, fantasized about doing her, almost all the time until that moment? Was the act itself really different than the thoughts? Or had his reluctance only come from her age? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had come to loathe her. Lexy called him at all hours of the night telling him where to meet her and when. Tonight it would be at the track, which was about twenty minutes away from his house.

His uniform was precise. Lexy texted him- "Gym shorts, no underwear. Wife beater."

He owned two wife beaters. One black and one white. She preferred the white one with red shorts. The no underwear thing always worried him. Even though he knew they would be unnecessary, he hated having his junk so free and exposed. With a huge sigh, Nick stood up and grabbed the requested items out of his dresser.

The clothing fit his physique well. He knew that, he took pride in his body. But sometimes he hated athleticism and this was one of those times. Before he left, he grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and sent Lexy a quick text. It simply stated "On my way".

As usual, she didn't answer, but also, as usual, she was already there waiting for him. She was in her usual slutty attire but today she had a prop. A rope. What in the world was she going to do with that, Nick thought.

"Follow me," Lexy said. Nick had no choice but to follow her.

"What's with the rope?" He asked.

"You'll find out."

Lexy didn't say anymore. Nick followed her into a wooded area. She stopped in front of a tree. It seemed as if someone had prepped this area earlier. There were metal hooks in the tree. The hooks were big enough to loop a rope through. Nick's heart dropped.

"Get undressed." Lexy said as she stepped on a step-stool. She looped the rope through the hooks and at the end was a pair of handcuffs. Nick got naked, but was less than turned on. The height of this rope was almost perfectly aligned with his own- with the addition of his arms. "Come here babe."

Her voice was sickening, but Nick obeyed. Too much was at stake to ignore her. "Hands up, don't worry."

"I hate being tied up." He said.

"Just relax, I won't hurt you."

"Right." Nick said. He stepped forward. Lexy turned him so his back was pressed against the tree, raised his arms over his head, and locked his wrists in the cuffs. "Did you think this through, Lex? How are you going to fuck me this way?"

"The rope is adjustable." To prove her point, she gave him a little slack so he was able to sit down. "Now stand back up."

As quickly as she gave him slack, she took it away. He wanted to get this over with, but she introduced another surprise. A blindfold. Nick tried to fight, but with his hands tied that was futile. She tied it securely around his head. Next she inspected him, as always. He knew she'd find the hickey his hooker left earlier.

"You had sex." Lexy said simply. "You know you're not supposed to. Other than with me."

"You can't control my sex life, Lexy."

"Careful there. I have the ticket to your freedom in my hands. You disobey me, you go to jail. Remember who my daddy is." Lexy slapped him hard. "Don't do it again. You're too much fun."

"Yes, Lex." Nick rolled his eyes. For once he was glad the blindfold existed. His cheek stung from her slap. "I still don't see how this setup is possible."

"Oh, Nicky. You think I'm so stupid."He could hear the smile in her voice.

Nick tensed as she took him in her hands. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but he wasn't too happy about it. He responded to her touch, hardening almost instantly. He was a little surprised he was hard again given the events of the night.

Lexy took him in her mouth. Nick couldn't deny that her blowjobs had become amazing. His toes curled under, and he moaned. After a few minutes, she took the length of him in her mouth. He could only imagine how hot it looked, because it felt amazing. He felt her begin to lower him. He still didn't like being tied up.

"Stop fighting it." Lexy snapped. She lowered him down and flattened him on his back. She sat on his knees, which he found odd until he felt someone grab a hold of his ankles and snap cuffs around them. He was totally restrained and there was an audience. Nick fought.

"STOP!" Lexy screamed.

"Stop it, please." Nick begged, "Just untie my feet."

"No. And if you fight me again, I'll tell."

Nick fell silent as his legs were wrenched apart. Lexy moved up and inched down on his dick. Nick wouldn't let himself go flaccid, even though that's exactly what he wanted to do. He didn't dare, but who else was there?

"Who else is here?"

"Kristiana."

"That's not all." Nick said. He was scared.

"Maddox." Nick stilled. Maddox was a guy in the class after Lexy's. How deep did this run?

"I couldn't do this alone."

"Of course not." Nick said through clenched teeth.

Lexy began to ride him, calling out his name as she finally came. He stayed hard, as she hadn't told him to come yet. His balls were aching though.

"You're such a good lay, Nicky babe. I think I'm gonna leave you here tonight. I'll never get you in this position again and I kind of liked it."

"You're what?" Fear jumped in his throat. "You're going to leave me here alone, tied up, blindfolded, and without water?"

"Don't be stupid. Maddox is staying. I'll be back in the morning, hon." Lexy leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. "You can eat me tomorrow, I know how much you like that. It's your reward for being so good."

With that Lexy left. Maddox hung around in the background periodically feeding Nick, but never talking. Nick once again found himself thinking that he couldn't believe what his life had come to. Was he really this pathetic? For him, that night was neverending.

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