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Broken Wings - part 2

Published: 2012. 12. 16. 18:14
“Say it!” he demanded and nearly ripped the hair from her head. She spat out the words from between her tears.

“I want you to fuck me, you fucking prick! I’m a cunt and I’m begging you to fuck me! Treat me like dirt. Make me beg for it. Do it you goddamn prick! I’m a fucking slut and I’m begging you to fuck me!”

“OK” he said relaxing his grip on her hair, “I’ll do it but only because you’re begging me.” His words slashed more sharply than his knife could. She was forced to beg but that is what she had written in her notebook, that is the fantasy she had concocted for her own entertainment.

“Kiss it,” he said pressing his cock against her lips. She gave the cock a reluctant dry little peck that only made him twist her hair again. “Not like that! Give him a nice wet kiss… and use your tongue.”

Reluctantly she wet her lips and stuck out her tongue. She ran her tongue along the come vein of his cock from the root to the head. He seized the chance to slide his cock down her wet tongue and into her mouth like a toboggan. She tried to keep her jaw tight but it was no use. Her mouth was filled with cock nearly to her throat. She could scarcely breath. She squirmed, gasped for air and rolled her eyes up into her head. She was a sleek silver fish caught on a brass hook, dragged out of her element and gasping for air.

She gagged and closed her eyes. “Look at me! Keep your eyes open!” She looked up to see his piercing blue eyes locked on hers with the intensity of a wild animal. He grabbed her hair with both hands (she couldn’t scream now), pulled her to him and tried to get her to bob her head up and down. “Now suck it… suck it good… suck it like you’re in love…”

She had to get this over with. She tightened her mouth around the cock, tired to salivate, tried to take up the rhythm with her head. She remembered a caramel candy, a Sugar Daddy, she used to love as a little girl. The cock was sweaty, salty and meaty in her mouth; still she sucked on it forcefully as if it were a long, brown piece of hard candy.

He groaned with pleasure and loosened his grip on her hair. “Beautiful… just like that… don’t stop…” At least he was not hurting her any more. The look on her face changed from shock and fear to almost… seduction. She tried to say with her eyes, “OK, you want sex, stop hurting me… I can live through this…” She was taking control in the only way she could. She thought to herself, “come you fucking prick… come in my mouth and get it over with…”

He started to jabber almost incoherently. “Fucking god damn cunt mouth… You’re fucking good at it… cock sucking cunt face… you’re a god damn expert…” She tuned out his insults and was oddly proud of herself for having regained the initiative.

Then unexpectedly he matched her sucking rhythm to a sharp thrust of his cock that went nearly down her throat. He started to come… and come and come. She could feel the nodes of semen travel the length of his come vein and ejaculate forcefully against the roof of her mouth. The white-hot gush… The ivory infusion… The cock twitched and pulsed in her mouth like an animal in a trap.

His cock fired one semen shot after the other into her mouth. The sperm was hot and salty; she tried to keep it from going down her throat. She remembered a story about a Chinese magician who used to perform the trick of catching a bullet in his mouth. Her lips held the cock gun barrel tight as she caught his bullets of liquid lead.

Unexpectedly before he had finished his orgasm he pulled the cock out of her mouth and let it ejaculate on to her face. He held the cock like a pistol and shot her face full of hot liquid lead. It did not hurt but she recoiled in humiliation. She remembered how as a little girl a boy had thrust a dead rat into her face. She had screamed in shock and surprise, but now she had to endure in silence.

She still held his sperm in her mouth. She tried to turn her head aside to spit it out, but he pressed the small knife against her throat. “Swallow it,” he ordered. She closed her eyes, scrunched up her face and gulped down his hot sperm like a little girl swallowing a big tablespoon of bitter medicine.

“Open your eyes… Look at yourself… I said look!” Reluctantly she opened her eyes. He had picked up a hand mirror from the end table and was holding it in front of her face. She saw streaks of searing white sperm stretched across her face, her black hair in her eyes, and a horrified expression on her face. She was a pretty little fly who had fallen into a spider’s semen web. She almost screamed, but he pressed the little silver knife against her throat and chuckled to himself, “you were never lovelier, my dear.”

He sat back and ran the silver blade down her throat, over her breasts and belly and across her thigh. He swept her light summer skirt up over her hips. He used the blade to cut away her pink panties and threw them onto the floor. He paused to look at his handy work: her blouse cut away and camisole ripped open; her skirt over her hips and her vulnerable cunt exposed; his brilliant white sperm streaked over her face - and it was good.

end of part 2

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