Five-Dollar Blowjob | Blowjob, Rough, Teen, Forced, Blackmail

**Had this idea while couple weeks back, thought I’d turn it into a shorter story!**

**Charlotte looked like** [Zendaya](https://i.imgur.com/WYiZmDK.jpg) **in my head when I was writing this btw :D**

Charlotte sat on the bench outside the desolate bus station. Under the shade of a large billboard which advertised cigarettes, she put her head back and sighed. *No money. A million miles away from home. You really fucked it up this time Charlotte.* The southwestern desert stretched out for eternity ahead of her. Dust and sand and death. A highway could be made out in the distance, speeding cars like little bugs skittering in the heat.

An old couple carrying suitcases walked out of the bus station, the old man pulled a suitcase as well, the wheel was squeaking on the boiling tarmac. Charlotte stood up as they passed, smiled as politely as she could.

‘Hey, Mister and Mrs.’ They stopped, looked at her perplexed. ‘Could you lend me some money… I can’t afford a ticket home. I’m on my way to my cousin’s in California.’

The old woman began to speak, but her husband interrupted. ‘Sorry, girl. We have no cash on us and we’re in a rush.’ He grabbed his wife and dragged away out of sight.

‘Fuck you too.’ Charlotte said under her breath and sat back down on the bench. *What am I going to do?* She put her head in hands. *Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck.* *So much for California, huh?*

That childhood dream of being an actress was seeming further away than ever. The plan was to move to L.A, live with her cousin Julie until she was on her feet and could afford her own place, start going to auditions, make it big. Daddy had hated the idea, wanted her to stay in Texas, Mom was supportive, but Charlotte’s father made the rules in that house.

And now, sweltering under the midday Mojave sun, Charlotte was missing her Dallas home. *Maybe I should have just listened to him…*

The bus station door slid open again and Charlotte felt a breeze of cool air conditioning. A man worked out. Tall and dark. Wearing a black suit, looked expensive. A businessman maybe, or a Hollywood studio exec. He was carrying a leather briefcase, and he walked with authority. Charlotte stood up again, shot him a pretty smile.

‘Hey. Sorry to bother you, but you couldn’t lend me some money could you?’ Charlotte was slender and tall for a girl, but this guy dwarfed her. He stopped and looked her over with grey pebble-like eyes.

‘Lend?’ He said.

‘Yeah… Five dollars…’

‘No.’ He said. ‘You said, “lend”. The word lend means that you’ll be giving me my money back.’

Charlotte, confused, began, ‘I…’

‘What you mean to say is that you want me to give you money.’ His voice was that of a headmaster.

‘Yeah, I guess that’s what I mean…’

He took a step closer, blocking out the sun. ‘So you want me to give you five dollars out of the goodness of my heart.’ Charlotte stood still. ‘To a girl… like you.’

‘Like me? If the colour of my skin bothers you that much you can fuck off-’

‘No, no, no. Of course not.’ He took step back. ‘This is America. We have capitalism here and it’s great. This isn’t some pussy European socialist system we got.’ Charlotte didn’t understand anything he said. ‘Meaning, I don’t believe in charity.’

‘Okay…’

‘Tell me. What can you give me that is worth five dollars?’

‘Mister, I’ve got nothing.’

He sighed and looked her over. Long brown hair, slender legs, light brown skin. He smiled and licked his lips. ‘You have got something though, haven’t you dear?’

‘What…?’

‘You’ve got that pretty mouth.’

Charlotte recoiled. ‘Okay. Fuck you.’

‘What? We just go round the back of the station. You get on your knees, suck my dick, and I’ll give you five dollars. A fair transaction.’

Charlotte snapped, ‘I’m not a whore.’

‘It’s just a blowjob.’

She thought for a second, ‘Twenty dollars.’ *The fuck am I doing?*

‘Five.’

‘Fifteen?’

‘Five.’

‘Ten?’

‘Five.’

‘Seven?’

‘Listen,’ he said, ‘You can either suck my dick for five dollars or you can stay here. Which is it gonna be?’

A moment passed. The highway in the distance seemed so far away. ‘Fine.’ She said. ‘But you’re not cumming in my mouth.’

‘Sure.’ He said. ‘Come on.’

The man led her around to the back of the bus station. It was empty and quiet. An abandoned car and a few empty beer bottles. He leant against the cream coloured wall of the station and placed his briefcase on the floor. Charlotte stood awkwardly in front of him. Arms crossed, refusing to look him in the eye. He eyed her hungrily. He undid his belt, unzipped his suit trousers, let his cock slip out. It was long and cut, even flaccid it must have been six and a half inches. He stroked himself slightly, looked at her.

‘Come on. I haven’t got all day.’

Charlotte moved to him and slowly got to her knees. The warm and dusty ground was coarse on her knees. She hesitantly leant closer and parted her lips. As soon as his cock had penetrated her mouth, she felt him getting harder. He let out a quiet moan. ‘That’s a good girl.’ He caressed her shoulders and touched the back of her head, Charlotte’s stomach turned. She hated herself. A teen with a big dream of being an actress was on her knees behind a bus station in the middle of nowhere with a stranger’s cock assaulting her mouth. *You’re a stupid bitch for letting this happen.* She felt a drip of salty pre-cum leak onto her tongue, she gagged slightly and turned her head, she spat on the floor.

‘Suck my dick.’ He said. ‘Suck my dick for five dollars.’ He grabbed a handful of her soft brown hair and forced himself back into her mouth. His dick was rock hard and now must have been eight inches long. He pushed against the back of her throat, slowly driving himself down her throat. Charlotte’s eyes glistened with tears and she gagged and spurted. ‘Good girl. Take it all. Be my little five-dollar whore.’

Charlotte tried to pull herself away so she could call him a disgusting bastard, but he had a firm grip on her head and escape was impossible. Every inch of his monster cock was violating her throat. Her neck stretched and bulged trying to accommodate the long throbbing cock. He held her head down, his balls rested on her chin.

She couldn’t breathe. She tried to gasp but her airways were blocked. *Oh god, oh fuck.* Just when she couldn’t take it anymore he released his grip and let her go. Charlotte fell down and gasped for air, she spat out again on to the dirt.

‘Good. We’re getting there.’ He glared at her. ‘Hmmm. Lift your shirt. Show me those tits.’ Charlotte moved back up. *Just do it.* Charlotte lifted her t-shirt to reveal a black bra. She reached around and let it fall. ‘Lovely.’ He smirked as he examined her. Her tits were small but perky, the same light brown tone as the rest of her perfect body. ‘Suck me off again. I’m gonna cum in your mouth.’

‘But we said…’

‘Shut up. Just do it.’ He grabbed her head and forced his cock into her mouth and throat once more. This time he started to move his hips back and forth, face fucking her teen mouth. He sped up, she could feel him in her throat again, his balls smacking her chin. He gave out a groan. He placed both hands on the back of her head and started to violently thrust in and out. Charlotte coughed on his big dick, worried that someone would walk around the corner and find her being used as a fuck doll. ‘Yeah.’ He said. ‘Earn it. Earn every last cent.’ He got faster and spat ‘My fucking five-dollar whore. That’s all are. A fucking useless whore that’s worth only a few dollars.’

*Maybe he’s right…*

Charlotte felt him twitch in her mouth. He growled and exploded in her mouth. Thick ropes of sticky cum slid down her throat and filled her mouth up. He moaned savagely and pulled out, still cumming. The last few ribbons of white jizz hit Charlotte on the forehead and in the eye. The last spurt landed in her now messy hair.

Charlotte fell back. She coughed up bile. A mix of spit and cum covered the dirt before her. She wiped her head with the back of her hand, trying and failing to remove his load from her face.

He pulled a handkerchief from his suit and wiped his cock down. He threw it at her and laughed. ‘Use this.’ Charlotte didn’t look at him and wiped her face down, the sour smell filling her nostrils and turning her stomach. He got his wallet out and opened it. He dropped and few bills into the dirt next to her. ‘Six dollars. A little extra for being such a good slut.’

He zipped up his fly and straightened his suit. He picked up his briefcase and walked off with a big grin on his face. Leaving Charlotte in the dirt, crying, covered in cum and clutching the money.

*Stupid useless whore.*

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fek2m6/fivedollar_blowjob_blowjob_rough_teen_forced

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