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. Impatiently, 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, and your jaw drops in embarrassment.
“Something wrong?” I chuckle with a clear understanding of your humility.
Unsure of what to say, you offer no reply.
I slap your face, 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 bailed out. You don’t know what to say. You just want to be told what to do.
“Oh my god. Look at you,” I mock, basking in your failure to reply. “You don’t look embarrassed at all.” The sarcastic comment makes your face burn as I send another set of slaps across 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 the 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 into my underwear, you are almost thankful for the chance to hide from my snarling grin. I press my erect cock forward, brushing it against your lips. Your mouth stays closed, but again I shove my cock to your mouth. Frustrated, you look up at me with uncertainty.
“Go on,” I laugh in a patronizing manner.
Your tongue falls out of your mouth.
“There you go, bitch. That’s right,” I applaud.
Encouraged by my acknowledgment, your tongue presses against the bulge formed in my soft boxer briefs.
“Keep going, slut. Suck my fucking dick,” I grin.
The direct command instills a sense of direction within you. Your jumbled mind finally feels like it knows the route forward. 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. You close your eyes and allow your spit to form a well defined outline between your lips. Your tongue rolls around the underside of my cock, binding the gentle cloth tightly against my dick.
Your head bobs up and down, traversing the length of my shaft. You reach as far back as you can, allowing my covered cock to fill your throat. Your drool soaks my underwear, then you pull your head back, releasing my dick. You slip your face to the side of my shaft. Your lips patter 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. 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.
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 your subservience. 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.
“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 satisfied smile, I look down at you and instruct you to get cleaned off.
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