recent buttock thrashing.
"Kneel before
your master, bitch!" Den ordered me cruelly, grabbing my arm and
yanking me up from the chair like a rag doll.
"No, Den!" I
protested, eyeing his solid penis jettisoning from his jeans.
"Worship my
cock, or you'll have another thrashing! Kneel before me, your
master, and kiss my cock!"
"Den..."
"Jane, think
about Mat, what he'd say if... I'm not playing games! Beg to suck
my cock and drink my spunk."
"No!"
"Beg, or I'll
thrash you again."
"Please...
please let me suck your cock and drink your spunk," I recited
demurely.
Kneeling
before him, I gazed at his solid penis through the curtain of
matted blonde hair cascading over my flushed face. I focused on his
purple glans, his sperm slit, as he pulled his foreskin back. Kiss
him? Or endure another thrashing? Whether or not I kissed him, I
guessed I'd be in line for another beating. There again, if I
masturbated him, quenched his thirst for orgasm, he'd probably
leave. I was naive beyond belief!
My lips
pursed, I leaned forward and kissed his silky knob. Gasping, he
pressed his glans to my mouth, obviously craving far more than a
kiss. I pulled back. I couldn't bring myself to take another man
into my mouth, no matter what the consequences! Looking up, my
tearful eyes caught his, glinting dangerously as he raised the belt
above his head. I knew I had no option.
Opening my
mouth, I took his glans inside and sucked. A thousand thoughts
cascaded through my mind. Where was Mat? What was he doing? What on
earth was I doing? First my mouth, and then my... As Den clutched
my head, driving his marauding knob to the back of my throat, his
thick black pubic thatch tickling my face, I knew he was about to
come.
"Christ,
that's good!" he gasped, withdrawing his cock and driving into me
again, using my mouth as he would my vagina, crudely fucking me
there. My buttocks burning, my mind brimming with remorse, I had no
choice other than to allow him to use me to satisfy his base
desires. "Coming!" he finally cried, thrusting his bulbous knob to
my tonsils.
His salty sperm jetting, bathing my tongue, filling my cheeks
as he mouth-fucked me, I swallowed hard. Now I was a fully-fledged
adulteress, a tart, a wanton whore... But I'd had a choice, hadn't
I? I hadn't had to commit the act. The inner whisper consoled
me. You had no choice .
As Den's penis
twitched, his treacherous sperm baptizing my throat, I again
thought of Mat. My innocent husband was working hard for our future
while I was on my knees before another man, destroying that work.
My neighbour fucking my mouth, spunking down my throat... There was
no future now.
"God, I needed
that!" Den breathed, slipping his wet penis out of my jismed mouth.
"Lick me clean, whore! Lick the spunk from my cock!" Meekly, I did
as he asked. I'd committed the profane act - there seemed little
point in protesting now.
As I lapped up
the spilled sperm from his veined shaft, from his glistening purple
knob, he let out little gasps of pleasure. I felt his come running
down my chin and recalled sucking Mat to orgasm. I was the best, an
expert, he'd praised me as I'd swallowed his love fruit. I was
good, expertly licking and sucking my husband to ecstasy but now...
Never again could I suck Mat's penis. Never.
But, in my
confusion, I told myself that a penis was a penis. There was no
love, no warmth, only the indifferent coupling - flesh to flesh.
What did it matter whether I'd sucked another man to orgasm or not?
A cock was a cock, after all. It had been only a physical act,
nothing more.
"You're bloody
good," Den grinned as he looked down at me. "You give a good blow
job." The crude term battered my mind, hurting me. As he tugged his
jeans down, I wondered what he'd demand of me next, what crude act
he'd instruct his slave to commit. His heavy balls jiggling into
view, his cock stiffening again, I again tried to convince myself
that this was purely a physical act involving no feeling or
emotion.
"Suck me
"Kneel before
your master, bitch!" Den ordered me cruelly, grabbing my arm and
yanking me up from the chair like a rag doll.
"No, Den!" I
protested, eyeing his solid penis jettisoning from his jeans.
"Worship my
cock, or you'll have another thrashing! Kneel before me, your
master, and kiss my cock!"
"Den..."
"Jane, think
about Mat, what he'd say if... I'm not playing games! Beg to suck
my cock and drink my spunk."
"No!"
"Beg, or I'll
thrash you again."
"Please...
please let me suck your cock and drink your spunk," I recited
demurely.
Kneeling
before him, I gazed at his solid penis through the curtain of
matted blonde hair cascading over my flushed face. I focused on his
purple glans, his sperm slit, as he pulled his foreskin back. Kiss
him? Or endure another thrashing? Whether or not I kissed him, I
guessed I'd be in line for another beating. There again, if I
masturbated him, quenched his thirst for orgasm, he'd probably
leave. I was naive beyond belief!
My lips
pursed, I leaned forward and kissed his silky knob. Gasping, he
pressed his glans to my mouth, obviously craving far more than a
kiss. I pulled back. I couldn't bring myself to take another man
into my mouth, no matter what the consequences! Looking up, my
tearful eyes caught his, glinting dangerously as he raised the belt
above his head. I knew I had no option.
Opening my
mouth, I took his glans inside and sucked. A thousand thoughts
cascaded through my mind. Where was Mat? What was he doing? What on
earth was I doing? First my mouth, and then my... As Den clutched
my head, driving his marauding knob to the back of my throat, his
thick black pubic thatch tickling my face, I knew he was about to
come.
"Christ,
that's good!" he gasped, withdrawing his cock and driving into me
again, using my mouth as he would my vagina, crudely fucking me
there. My buttocks burning, my mind brimming with remorse, I had no
choice other than to allow him to use me to satisfy his base
desires. "Coming!" he finally cried, thrusting his bulbous knob to
my tonsils.
His salty sperm jetting, bathing my tongue, filling my cheeks
as he mouth-fucked me, I swallowed hard. Now I was a fully-fledged
adulteress, a tart, a wanton whore... But I'd had a choice, hadn't
I? I hadn't had to commit the act. The inner whisper consoled
me. You had no choice .
As Den's penis
twitched, his treacherous sperm baptizing my throat, I again
thought of Mat. My innocent husband was working hard for our future
while I was on my knees before another man, destroying that work.
My neighbour fucking my mouth, spunking down my throat... There was
no future now.
"God, I needed
that!" Den breathed, slipping his wet penis out of my jismed mouth.
"Lick me clean, whore! Lick the spunk from my cock!" Meekly, I did
as he asked. I'd committed the profane act - there seemed little
point in protesting now.
As I lapped up
the spilled sperm from his veined shaft, from his glistening purple
knob, he let out little gasps of pleasure. I felt his come running
down my chin and recalled sucking Mat to orgasm. I was the best, an
expert, he'd praised me as I'd swallowed his love fruit. I was
good, expertly licking and sucking my husband to ecstasy but now...
Never again could I suck Mat's penis. Never.
But, in my
confusion, I told myself that a penis was a penis. There was no
love, no warmth, only the indifferent coupling - flesh to flesh.
What did it matter whether I'd sucked another man to orgasm or not?
A cock was a cock, after all. It had been only a physical act,
nothing more.
"You're bloody
good," Den grinned as he looked down at me. "You give a good blow
job." The crude term battered my mind, hurting me. As he tugged his
jeans down, I wondered what he'd demand of me next, what crude act
he'd instruct his slave to commit. His heavy balls jiggling into
view, his cock stiffening again, I again tried to convince myself
that this was purely a physical act involving no feeling or
emotion.
"Suck me
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