F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume One

Her mouth was his goal, now. It was the one thing he wanted most: for a woman to use her mouth on him… bring him to full orgasm… to ejaculate there, spewing his hot sperm into her mouth and throat. It was the thing denied him… the one act he wanted because it was denied. Christ! He could almost feel it now… that luscious mouth on him, sucking him. He had controlled the urge to mount her… jackhammer his cock into her cunt until he came. It would have been easy to do… but he had wanted her to be ready… to do anything. And, she's ready, by God!

Again, she groaned in agony. "Fuck me, God damn it! You're only teasing me… frustrating me! I want your c-cock fucking me in the cunt! Come on! Fuck me… that's what you're here for… isn't it?"

The salesman pressured several more tongue-licks, back to front, through her sensate, moistly ready flesh, before he raised his head, again, and said, "Not yet, baby… I've got something else I want to do… first!"

"Wh-What…?"

"I'm going to fuck you in the mouth!"

Dottie was not shocked. She had performed fellatio before, sucking on a cock to ejaculation. She had done it for several of the men she had gone with, and in her estimation, it was sometimes highly desirable as a way of making a man finish quickly, earning her money to feed the children and getting rid of him right away. She hadn't learned to like it, especially, but she had no real objection to it. It was certainly less bother than vaginal intercourse.

She said, resignedly, "All right… I guess I can s-suck you off!"

"You misunderstood me!" he snapped, stand mg to his feet before her, his cock lancing out thick and hard, its shortness seeming to make it appear more massive. "I said that I'm going to fuck you in the mouth! Get up on the bed!"

Finally, she understood him. He intended to use her mouth like he would her cunt. He was not going to be a passive recipient of a sucking action; he intended to be the active one. She visualized it, his big cock moving in and out of her oral cavern in brutally punishing strokes. Dear God! He wants to degrade… humiliate me, beyond all reason!

She had not moved to lie straight in the bed, yet. Her head whirled. It was difficult to make up her mind… whether to obey him, allow him to use her in such an obscene manner… or disobey him… and take the consequences of her disobedience.

"My God… that's inhuman…!"

Crack!

He leaned over her and put the full weight of his body behind his hand, as he slapped her across the face, for the second time. Tears started, instantly, into her eyes, scalding her cheeks as the tiny rivulets cascaded down. Mindlessly, dully, she hastened to obey, her body gaining dominance over her reasoning mind. Her fear of bodily pain acting as the trigger, she knew she had lost another round in this sexual bout. She had lost; she knew it and could do nothing about it. She was helpless to defend herself.

As she gained her new position in the middle of the bed, he crawled on to it beside her. "That's more like it!" he grunted, leering down at her. "When I pay a whore… I expect her to do what I want to do… otherwise, there's going to be hell to pay!"

The salesman crawled over her naked body, straddling her face, his buttocks resting on her chest, crushing the soft, white hillocks of her breasts under his weight. He took his massive rod of hardened flesh into his hand and pressed the throbbing, rubbery head against her lips. She kept her mouth tightly closed, not yet prepared mentally to engage in such an obscene act.

"Open your mouth, baby," he threatened, "or do you want another one across the face?"

"God, n-no…!"

When she opened her mouth to speak, he pushed the tip of his hardened cock past her opening lips, into the damp, warm cavern of her mouth. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, unchecked, as she realized she would have to do as he bade her.

There was nothing else for Dottie to do, now, but submit to his wishes. Automatically, she ovaled her mouth wide for him, cushioning her teeth with lips drawn over them, as he pushed into her oral opening a few more inches. She used her tongue to lave the length of it in her mouth, swirling it around the smooth, rubbery head.

"You can go ahead and suck like that… if you want to, but I'm going to do the work, baby! I'm going to ram my cock down that sweet little mouth of yours… fuck your mouth like a hot sucking cunt!"

He withdrew his prick until just the head remained in her mouth. "Now, keep your lips just like that… tight, but not too tight!" he commanded, leering gleefully down at her shamefully contorted face.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she obeyed him, keeping her mouth ovaled and steady, as he began to move in and out of her mouth with long, powerful strokes, his cock feeling like a log sliding in and out of her throat. Her jaws began to ache with the effort, as his huge thickness ground down into her face. God! He's so thick… and huge! It feels like he'll break my jaw!

She closed her eyes, hoping that she would be able to blot out the obscene spectacle of her own debasement… the ultimate humiliation of having a strange man have his way with her helpless body in her own husband's bed…

Then, perhaps because of her very helplessness, she suddenly and unexplainably, began to feel a rearousal of her own sexual needs, the arcing sensations in the nerves of her loins signaling a coming rapturous ecstasy. She couldn't understand it. The brutal thrusts of his cock into her mouth was somehow erotic, perhaps a masochistic eroticism, an unconscious desire to be debased and punished for being the whore she was. She didn't know, of course, it was the sensations that were real in her; sensations that told her she was going to soar to a climax. How, she didn't know, but the pinnacle of her passion was there just ahead… and she would reach for it! The pleasure in her seething, voraciously, needful loins was building… building, and she flayed her legs ineffectually out to the sides of the bed, then brought them together again to rub her tingling thighs together.

She opened her eyes. The obscene spectacle was still there. The man's prick moved in and out of her mouth, disappearing past her tongue, into her throat, the hairiness of his loins tickling her nose as he plunged into her. She could see the slight paunch advancing and retreating in front of her, the muscles of his abdomen straining as his strokes became harder, deeper, spearing down into her gullet, until she was aware that she was taking all of his thick shaft inside the confines of her mouth. Now, her own arousal prompted her to move with him, countering his thrusts by bobbing her head up to meet him, and his cock went ever deeper into her mouth and throat. The sensation in her loins was driving her wild. She had to have a cock in her cunt! It was only a man's hard driving penis, she knew, now, that would make her cum!

Dottie gave in, completely, to her debasement. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, increasing the pressure of her lips around his huge rod, and her tongue swished and swirled around him, as though she were a little girl, again, with an all-day sucker.

Above her, the salesman was lost in a wild ecstasy of his own. He was panting; now, driving for his orgasm, his ejaculate demanding release, and he increased his thrusting speed and depth. "Oh, God!" he moaned. "Just a little more… and I'll cum in that sweet little mouth of yours!"

Gagging, now, from the forceful pile-driving flesh into her throat, she fought for air, trying at the same time to move her head and suck for all she was worth. Continually, now, she mewled deep in her chest, the sounds muffled and eerie, and, uncontrollably, her thighs moved, scissoring back and forth to gain maximum stimulation of her genitals that felt neglected below. Her debasement was crowded out of her mind by the need to cum to orgasm. Oh, God! I'm so close… but I have to have a cock in my cunt! I have to have something… something!