into Emily Johnson’s tight virginal
gullet. Her reaction was immediate. Despite all her efforts to
control and accept - Emily violently gagged, unable to stop the dry
wretch. She pushed on the man’s thighs then in panic she banged
them with her palms. Gaining no relief, the cock remaining wedged
deep down her throat, Emily gagged again. She thought she might be
sick and die of embarrassment, or if not, then asphyxiation might
claim her instead. Emily pushed again, and thankfully this time the
man relented. He pulled his cock completely out of Emily’s mouth,
releasing her head and stepping back, leaving Emily to fall forward
on her hands, coughing and spluttering.
“That was pathetic!” the man yelled. “My cock isn’t that big,
you useless piece of shit!”
“I’m sorry,” replied Emily through her choking breath. “I’ve
never... I’m sorry... I just...”
“Never!” the man derisorily sneered. “You mean to tell me that
you’ve never deep-throated before! Well that’s going to change –
and I suppose I’ll have to train you, as I’m guessing that your
husband isn’t equipped for the job. Now listen up! My bitches suck
cock and my bitches get face fucked – fully face fucked, which
means taking it down the throat. You want to be my bitch, don’t
you, Blondie?”
Through misty eyes, blurred with tears, Emily was staring at
the hard cement floor – her humiliation total and complete. She
looked to the man’s shoes that were only a yard away, a pair of
traditional black brogues set a couple of feet apart. Then her eyes
moved up the grey trouser legs to the belted waistband around his
thighs where a pair of white brief lay trapped. The upper thighs
that were bare looked so manly with their black hair, and the balls
at the top looked so big and full, loaded with sperm that she
yearned to have in her. The man’s cock was lobbing up and down,
glistening with pre-cum and Emily’s saliva – the perfect instrument
for delivering the seed, well at least where nature intended – into
a womb where it might meet an egg. It was a captivating sight – a
mighty phallus that could give so much pleasure, yet could hurt so
much as well. Emily let out a moan as she recalled the high and the
low – that incredible orgasm and the oral violation. Highs and
lows, the rough with the smooth – Emily knew that with Her Nemesis
it was all part of the package, because without the lows the highs
could never be so good. It was what she had agreed to, and it was
what she craved. Of course she wanted to be his bitch. Why else had
she endured his abuse over the past month?
To give him the answer, Emily crawled the distance that
separated her from Her Nemesis. She kissed one shoe then the other,
nuzzling her brow against his shin as she lapped the tangy tobacco
flavoured leather. Unable to credit her action, but impelled to
continue, Emily worked her way upwards, kissing the trouser covered
legs till she came to bare flesh which she kissed as well – thighs
then balls, shaft then knob. And as a reward the bitch was given a
treat – in a rare moment of tenderness that made her heart soar,
the man stroked Emily’s long ash-blond hair as she adoringly
worshiped his dick.
“Yeah, I thought as much. So we’ll try again in a minute. And
when I do fuck your throat – just relax and take it. Trust me... I
know what I’m doing, and I’m not going to suffocate you for
Christ’s sake!”
“I’ll try,” said Emily, and she kissed the cock again, then
slowly ran her tongue along the length, all the way from the man’s
balls to the big purple head which she took into her mouth,
accepting her fate.
“Good girl. Now you suck on that whilst I take off my clothes.
I reckon I’ll be building up quite a sweat and I don’t want to ruin
them.”
Emily obeyed, she sucked on the glans as clothing was removed
– first jacket then tie then shirt, which were placed on a
wall-hook just within reach.
“Okay Blondie. Stop for a
gullet. Her reaction was immediate. Despite all her efforts to
control and accept - Emily violently gagged, unable to stop the dry
wretch. She pushed on the man’s thighs then in panic she banged
them with her palms. Gaining no relief, the cock remaining wedged
deep down her throat, Emily gagged again. She thought she might be
sick and die of embarrassment, or if not, then asphyxiation might
claim her instead. Emily pushed again, and thankfully this time the
man relented. He pulled his cock completely out of Emily’s mouth,
releasing her head and stepping back, leaving Emily to fall forward
on her hands, coughing and spluttering.
“That was pathetic!” the man yelled. “My cock isn’t that big,
you useless piece of shit!”
“I’m sorry,” replied Emily through her choking breath. “I’ve
never... I’m sorry... I just...”
“Never!” the man derisorily sneered. “You mean to tell me that
you’ve never deep-throated before! Well that’s going to change –
and I suppose I’ll have to train you, as I’m guessing that your
husband isn’t equipped for the job. Now listen up! My bitches suck
cock and my bitches get face fucked – fully face fucked, which
means taking it down the throat. You want to be my bitch, don’t
you, Blondie?”
Through misty eyes, blurred with tears, Emily was staring at
the hard cement floor – her humiliation total and complete. She
looked to the man’s shoes that were only a yard away, a pair of
traditional black brogues set a couple of feet apart. Then her eyes
moved up the grey trouser legs to the belted waistband around his
thighs where a pair of white brief lay trapped. The upper thighs
that were bare looked so manly with their black hair, and the balls
at the top looked so big and full, loaded with sperm that she
yearned to have in her. The man’s cock was lobbing up and down,
glistening with pre-cum and Emily’s saliva – the perfect instrument
for delivering the seed, well at least where nature intended – into
a womb where it might meet an egg. It was a captivating sight – a
mighty phallus that could give so much pleasure, yet could hurt so
much as well. Emily let out a moan as she recalled the high and the
low – that incredible orgasm and the oral violation. Highs and
lows, the rough with the smooth – Emily knew that with Her Nemesis
it was all part of the package, because without the lows the highs
could never be so good. It was what she had agreed to, and it was
what she craved. Of course she wanted to be his bitch. Why else had
she endured his abuse over the past month?
To give him the answer, Emily crawled the distance that
separated her from Her Nemesis. She kissed one shoe then the other,
nuzzling her brow against his shin as she lapped the tangy tobacco
flavoured leather. Unable to credit her action, but impelled to
continue, Emily worked her way upwards, kissing the trouser covered
legs till she came to bare flesh which she kissed as well – thighs
then balls, shaft then knob. And as a reward the bitch was given a
treat – in a rare moment of tenderness that made her heart soar,
the man stroked Emily’s long ash-blond hair as she adoringly
worshiped his dick.
“Yeah, I thought as much. So we’ll try again in a minute. And
when I do fuck your throat – just relax and take it. Trust me... I
know what I’m doing, and I’m not going to suffocate you for
Christ’s sake!”
“I’ll try,” said Emily, and she kissed the cock again, then
slowly ran her tongue along the length, all the way from the man’s
balls to the big purple head which she took into her mouth,
accepting her fate.
“Good girl. Now you suck on that whilst I take off my clothes.
I reckon I’ll be building up quite a sweat and I don’t want to ruin
them.”
Emily obeyed, she sucked on the glans as clothing was removed
– first jacket then tie then shirt, which were placed on a
wall-hook just within reach.
“Okay Blondie. Stop for a
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