I throw you down to your hands and knees, quickly grabbing you by the hair. Your head is ripped back, forcing you to stare up at my towering figure.
“Open your mouth, slut,” my voice cuts.
I give you a moment to obey, but your mouth does not open. I send a swift, singeing slap across your face. My hand leaves a burning outline over your cheek. Blood pumps through your body, arriving at your face. An overwhelming inferiority consumes your spirit as your jaw drops obediently.
“Something wrong?” I chuckle.
Unsure of what to say, you offer no reply.
I slap your face back and forth, vocally taunting you. “What’s that? Answer me, slut. Is something wrong?”
The demeaning tone in my voice solidifies your mind’s empty state. You still have no idea how to respond. At this point, you are not even sure you remember how to speak.
“Answer me, BITCH,” my voice heightens menacingly.
The tension in the room is brutally humiliating. It is clear that I know your dumb, little brain went dead, yet I still prod you for an answer that I know you won’t be able to give. With your mouth open, you look up at me, pleading to be released.
“Oh my god. Look at you,” I mock, basking in your failure to reply. “Don’t worry. I can’t even tell that you’re embarrassed.” The sarcastic comment makes your face burn as I send another set of slaps to your cheek.
I resume my grip on your hair, hastily unbuttoning my jeans. My pants fall to my knees, and I ease myself down, kneeling in front of you. I form a tight grip in your hair, forcing your neck back. You look up at me with your mouth open, expecting me to pull off my boxer briefs. But instead, I offer a twisted smirk and pull your face closer to my bulging erection.
There is a momentary pause. You wait, facing the outline of my dick. Demeaning as it may be to have your face buried in my underwear, you are thankful for the chance to hide from my snarling grin. I press my erect cock forward, but you quickly close your mouth, causing my outlined tip to brush against your lips.
“Don’t fuckin’ close your mouth on me. Go on. Open up.” I laugh in a patronizing manner.
Angrily, you glare up at me. You can’t believe it. After all the teasing, taunting, and insulting I have put you through, here you are on your hands and knees at my mercy. You weigh the option of trying to get up and run away, but the fear of being mocked for failing to escape chills you to the core. You rack your brain, trying to think of something else that you can do. But your thought stream is interrupted by an abrupt smack to the side of the face. Regrettably, your treacherous survival instincts kick in and again you open your mouth for me.
“There you go, bitch. That’s much better,” I applaud.
Your tongue presses against the bulge formed in my soft boxer briefs.
“Keep going, slut. Suck my fuckin’ dick,” I grin.
Helpless to my desires, you wrap your lips around my tip as saliva seeps through my boxers. I grab the back of your head and force the shaft of my cock into your mouth. Your tongue rolls around the underside of my cock, binding the gentle cloth tightly against my dick.
I guide your face as you bob up and down, traversing the length of my shaft. As much as you hate to admit it, the enormity of my dick has you rushing with excitement. I shove your head down, forcing my cock to fill your throat. I keep your face pinned down, allowing your drool to soak my underwear. You pull your mouth away, breaking free and releasing my dick. You then slip your face to the side of my shaft, pattering kisses down toward my base.
“That’s a good girl,” I laud. “Get my balls too.”
You stick your tongue out, reaching for my balls. The outline of my cock lays across your face. It feels heavy on you, sloppily weighing down against your chin, nose, and brow. The scale of it makes you feel like a powerless hostage who has no choice but to serve her captor. Recognizing this, your mouth goes wide open. I groan excitedly as you allow both of my balls to descend into your mouth. Your saliva causes my underwear to bind around me. A suctioning pressure forms beneath the hold of your mouth. You pull your head back, reeling my balls.
“Fuck,” I let out in enjoyment.
Excited by my pleasure, you waver your head side to side, then let my balls pop out of your mouth. Quickly, I guide your lips back to my tip, lining you up for a vicious facial-pummeling. I thrust forward, sending my cock to the back of your throat. I hold it there, pausing to review the humbling position you find yourself in. You begin gagging, coughing, and trying to pull away. I laugh, enjoying the struggle, then release you.
Teary-eyed, you attempt to regain your breath as I slip my boxers down, revealing my cock. I begin stroking myself while holding your head back. You wait patiently, watching as my wrist glides over my shaft. My smooth balls bounce up and down in front of your face.
On the verge of climaxing, my voice commands, “Beg for me to cum on your face, slut.”
Without hesitation, you obey. “Please cum on my face, sir.”
Pleased by your response, I grin. My body begins shaking. A series of whimpering moans spout from my lips as my face contorts wildly. Cum shoots across your face, landing in warm, thick piles. You feel my juices trickling down your closed eyelids. I stroke the edge of my shaft, pulling every last drop from my cock. My crazed moans lessen with gradual ease. I release your hair and take a set of deep breaths, attempting to regain myself. Then, with a barbarous smile, I look down at you.
“Oh you are such a good girl,” I laugh. “Don’t forget to clean yourself up, okay?” I turn my back and walk away, leaving you behind with a cum-coated face.
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