“You’re going to suck my cock, Mrs. Highhat. You’re going to take my cock in your mouth and lick it till it cums right down that pretty little throat of yours, you hear?”
“No! Oh God, no, I… can’t do that!” Carla cried out pitifully. “It’s sick! Degrading! I… never even did that to my husband! Nooooo!”
McDonald’s laugh reverberated gratingly through the tiny bedroom. “You will, my pet… or else!”
And Carla sobbed out her total capitulation, knowing that he would be true to his word, that if she didn’t take his penis in her mouth she’d never get the pictures of her daughter back.
“Wrap those hot lookin’ lips around my cock, you fuckin’ bitch. And do it now!”
CHAPTER FIVE
Carla felt the weight of Eddie McDonald’s father sag the bed as he crawled toward her, felt warm hairy flesh straddle her upper body and settle down on it, and her heart almost stopped beating. Her head flailed from side to side in mute protest and revulsion, and she wanted to scream, to throw the man away from her—but she couldn’t. She didn’t dare refuse him, not with those lewd, perverted pictures of her daughter hanging in the balance of her decision.
She stared at his penis, which he was extending toward her, huge and blood-red, the tiny hole in its tip seeping seminal fluid, and the yellow light of the bedroom lamp fell across its full expanse, adding to its horrible fascination. The terrified young woman was sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as nothing more than a receptacle for the lewdly waiting sperm of this horrible beast, for she had told the truth in saying that she’d never allowed Arnold to suck her between her thighs or her to kiss his… she considered the acts as dirty and degrading, defiling the purity of the love making. And yet, to suck McDonald’s cock now only accentuated the entrapment he had her in, was a fitting punishment for her humiliation and anguish and complete capitulation. She shuddered—but deep down she knew that she would suck his cock, and suck it just as hard and passionately as she could, until she had those damning photographs safely in her possession, and could destroy the lurid threat to her daughter’s future.
“Damnit, baby, I won’t tell you again!” McDonald roared with contempt. “Suck my fucking cock, you little whore!” He couldn’t wait any longer to take this lust-inciting woman, and he grabbed her harshly, lifting her head with the flat of his palm while with the forefinger and thumb of his other hand, he pinched her nose together so that she had to open her mouth to breathe. He pressed forward, the slick smooth glans hard against her chin, moving upwards to tease wetly along her lips. He thrust his buttocks forward, prodding the softness of her lips, grinningly waiting. She mumbled in terror and revulsion, but he wasn’t to be denied. He increased the pressure and little by little her mouth gasped open and his broad, thick cock crushed through the moist lips and into the warm, wet grotto of her mouth. She could feel it slither the full length of her tongue and fill her cheeks completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.
Carla closed her eyes, feeling numb to her agony, and in a trance-like state she felt the pubic hairs at the base of McDonald’s cock rub her chin and lips, and then he started teasing his penis in and out of her mouth while his hands held her head in a viselike grip.
“Suck! Suck, baby, suck!” she heard him command harshly, and she did, her lips slowly nibbling subserviently at his thrusting hardness, and she coughed and sputtered until she became accustomed to the alien invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was allowing to be done to her, but it was impossible not to. His testicles bounced loosely against her chin, and her nostrils filled with the piquancy of his maleness, constant reminders of the subservient position he held her in.
She ran her tongue experimentally around and around the thickness of McDonald’s slowly pumping cock, flicking the tip into the tiny open slit at the head of his blunt shaft, feeling it swell and pulsate with excitement. She would show him, she drummed through her brandy-fogged brain. If this is what she had to do to save Tamera, she would show him she could please; he wanted her to suck, then she’d suck… he called her a whore, then a whore she would be, doing all the tricks a whore can do. Her tortured, drink-hazed mind droned on deliriously, the very haplessness of her situation excusing away some of the weird, masochistic sensations which were beginning to flutter in her belly and loins.
“Stroke my balls!” McDonald rasped down at her lovely, cock-filled face. “Take them, but be gentle. And suck! Suck harder!”