Gag uncontrollably, and hope it will be over soon.

From Create Your Own Story

As he thrusts his dick deep into your mouth, he hits the back of your throat with the head of his cock, and triggers your involuntary gag reflex, making you retch.

You hear Dylan laugh above you. “Aww, sorry little girl, is this your first time giving head? Don’t worry, I’ll show you what to do.”

Dylan grabs your head in both hands, and forces you to move forward and back along the length of his cock. Each time he thrusts into your mouth, you gag again. You feel your eyes fill with tears, whether from emotion or as another involuntary reaction to his gagging you.

Dylan coos again as he sees the tears welling out of your eyes, causing your dark mascara to trace down your face. “Little freshman girl, all dressed up, but you don’t <ungh> know the first thing <ngh> about anything, do you?” he says, grunting as he continues to force his dick down your throat.

You notice he’s speeding up, and the salty taste of precum in your mouth begins to grow stronger, almost overwhelming. You feel lightheaded from lack of air, as he thrusts into your mouth again and again, interrupting your breathing by forcing you to take his cock in your mouth.

With a sudden pop, he pulls his dick out of your mouth, and you gasp for air, seeing tiny stars in the corners of your vision. You look up, and catch a brief glimpse of Dylan’s sweaty, wild-eyed face, hand furiously jacking at his cock.

Then he cums, covering your mascara-smeared face with thick, ropey cords jizz. You hear him moaning and feel him rub his still-spurting cock along your collarbone, and up and down against your small, pert tits.

You cough and sputter, wiping the stinging cum out of your eyes, to see him looking down at you appreciatively. “Now that’s what I call a well-used bitch,” he laughs as he zips up. “Thanks for the good times, whore.”

Dylan starts to walk off as you continue to cough and try to regain your breath. “We’ll do this again soon,” he calls over his shoulder. You can’t tell if it’s a joke or a threat.

You take out your phone, and use its camera to check how you look. It’s official, you’re a mess. Dark, smudged lines of mascara run down your face, while Dylan’s cum is everywhere. On your face, in your hair, and all over your favorite shirt, a black t-shirt with your favorite band’s name in the middle.

Anyone who sees you will know exactly what you’ve been doing, and there’s no chance you’ll be able to clean up out here.

You decide your best course of action is to:

Wait in the alley.

Run to the closest bathroom, and hope no one sees you.

Say “fuck this,” and go home.

Head back out into the school - you don’t care who sees you!