Dan Webster - Forced into damnation

"A blowjob!" he exclaimed, as though the thought had just occurred to him. "Cops don't give blowjobs."

Connie was confused. She had heard the word "blowjob" before, but, although she knew that it referred to some depraved sexual practice fit only for the lowest of whores, she wasn't really sure of what it was. "Wha… What do you mean?" she stammered.

Foxy laughed contemptuously. Is she kidding? he thought, untying his pants completely and allowing them to fall to the floor. Taking a step closer to her, he jabbed delicately at one of her nipples with the point of his knife. "My cock," he said. "I want you to suck it."

His words struck Connie like a clenched fist, bringing a wave of bitter revulsion halfway up her throat. He can't be serious, she thought. He can't actually be asking me to take his filthy thing into my mouth. She stood for a minute, shaking her head from side to side in shocked disbelief. How could anybody do such a depraved thing? It was terrible! Horrible! Her stomach was turning in disgust at the thought of his thick organ, pungent with the smell of cunt and urine, pushing past her lips and penetrating her throat.

But Foxy was obviously not fooling. He grabbed her by one of her long dark braids and forced her to her knees in front of him. Connie was weeping and sniveling like a newborn infant deprived of its bottle. She couldn't believe that this awful thing was really happening to her.

She looked straight ahead of her and saw Foxy's thick red penis waving obscenely in front of her nose. She held her breath, trying to keep herself from gagging at the sight of the massive hardon. When at last she took a long painful inhale, her nostrils filled with the stench of his unwashed body. A musty smell rose from his cock – the smell of countless pussies – the cunts that he had been in since his last bath – mixed with the overpowering stench of his own sweat.

A glistening drop of lubricating fluid formed at the tip of his thickly swollen purple cockhead. The sight of it made Connie's stomach crawl. Foxy humped his hips forward, bringing the moist tip of his prick against her mouth. Moving from side to side, he smeared the drop of dewey wetness over her smooth red lips. She could feel the slimy goo covering her mouth and could smell its pungent odor.

Then Foxy pulled back slightly. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Haven't you ever sucked a cock before? Why, I'll bet you're going to like it. Taste it. You'll see it's not so bad." When Connie failed to react to his words, he pressed the point of his knife insistently against the back of her neck. "Taste it," he commanded again, his tone of voice making clear his unspoken threat.

Choking back her sobs and blinking back her tears, Connie snaked out her tongue, licking the glistening moisture off her lips. It had a spicy taste, like peppered almonds. But the thought of what it was and where it had come from made it more repulsive to her than cyanide.

"Now taste my cock," he ordered, moving close to her, again. She felt the rubbery head throb demandingly against the softness of her lips. Fearing the consequences of any further hesitation, she reached tentatively out with the tip of her tongue, licking the thick knob of throbbing flesh gingerly. It tasted salty and had the slimy texture of a clam, only harder. A shiver of delight ran through Foxy's body in response to the faltering contact. This was turning out to be even better than he had expected.

Thrusting his hips forward with a jerkingly insistent movement, he battered the tip of his stiff prick against the softly resisting barrier of her tightly shut lips. "Open wide," he said. "I know you'll be wanting a little more."

Connie resisted for a moment, still unable to believe what he was asking her to do. Then, in response to the hard point of steel which dug relentlessly into the back of her neck threatening to break the smooth skin at any minute, she parted her lips slightly.

The anxious pole of palpitating penis pushed forward, slipping between her sensuously separated lips. She could feel it nudging at her teeth, demanding entry. At the renewed pressure of Foxy's knife, she opened her mouth wider, allowing the thick knob at the end of his vibrating cudgel to pass the barrier of her teeth, filling the warm emptiness of her warm oral cavity.

She felt the fat hardon pressing against her tongue, forcing it back against the opening of her throat. She thought that she would gag any minute, choking on her own tongue and the filthy smell of his unwashed organ. In order to keep herself from choking, she brought her tongue forward, running it experimentally over the crusty skin of his cock as she searched the inside of her mouth for a hiding place out of the path of his relentlessly forward-driving intruder.

"That's it," he said, his voice becoming soft in his breathless excitement. "Lick it with your tongue. Just like a big ice-cream cone." The metaphor sickened the naked young policewoman, but she hastened to comply before he jabbed at her again with his knife.

The skin of his mammoth pole of cockflesh was rough and scratchy, encrusted with the dried secretions of his own sex and the juice of all the pussies that he had visited in the past few weeks. Working for Johnny Walker brought him into contact with lots of cunts, and Johnny didn't place any restrictions on the way that his assistant treated them. Nothing pleased Foxy more than forcing a woman to submit to his will. And having this one suck him off was especially exciting. It was only too obvious that she had never had a cock in her mouth before. He liked that, even though it meant that she wouldn't be doing too expert a job. He could feel her tongue swirling amateurishly over the surface of his quivering prick stroking it, tasting it, rolling it around in the wet cavern of her mouth. He jerked his hips forward, driving two more inches of purple-veined-coursed shaft down her wide-open throat. He could feel the swollen tip nudging at her tonsils and could hear her struggling to keep herself from gagging. He was looking forward to pumping a hot slimy load, of joy-juice down her reluctant throat.

"Suck it," he commanded harshly, pleased by her instant obedience. Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck his cock, her lips stretched tightly around its incredible circumference. His balls were beginning to tingle with pleasure.

"Hold my balls in your hand," he ordered. "But take it easy. I want this to last." Connie, numb now to her own humiliation, reached for the swinging sack of nuts which grazed her chin with every forward motion of his hips. The wrinkled skin was warm and slimy with his perspiration. She could feel the curly hairs, which formed a downy covering for the huge bag of testicles, bristling at the touch of her fingers.

She couldn't help marveling at the contrast between the iron-like hardness of his cock and the silky softness of his scrotum. She felt his palpitating cock burgeoning inside her mouth as she ran her fingertips lightly over the hair-covered skin of his wrinkled sac. His breathing was becoming labored and noisy. She thought that it meant that he was approaching his climax and that this would soon be over.

Connie's blood froze at the thought of what that would mean. She remembered the way that her cunt had felt when Lionel flooded it with his searing hot cream the Tuesday night before, and shuddered in revulsion. The spurting flood of semen had seemed to go on forever, wetting the inner walls of her just-deflowered cunt and running out to wet the insides of her thighs and stain the mattress. The thought of a similar flood of vile hot scum pouring into her mouth made her want to scream in disgust.

Foxy could feel the muscles of Connie's throat constricting around his driving prick as she tried to keep herself from gagging on the thick hairy cudgel. He knew that he would be cumming any minute, and he wanted to make sure that she, too, knew it. "Get ready for this," he whispered, his voice raspy with mounting lust. "I'm going to pop a hot load down your waiting throat. And you're going to swallow every drop of it like a good little girl. 'Cause if you don't, I'll make you lick it up off the floor. Do you understand?"