Janet Roland - The whore makers

"Good," Raul whispered, his voice husky with desire. The fact that he was master of the moment added to his excitement. Without warning he stopped touching her tits and pulled down the zipper of his pants, revealing an erect prick.

"Oh, my God!" Vivian gasped at the sight of his pulsing hard-on. She had never seen a cock so big; it was at least eight inches of throbbing meat with a massive purple head. She flinched and for the first time tried desperately to struggle.

"Suck, you bitch!" he ordered, increasing the pressure on her hair and smacking her again. Power was sending Raul to new heights of desire, and he wanted to humiliate her even further by forcing her to give him a blow job.

Vivian shrieked as he pushed his erect cock against her soft cheeks, and she was immediately sent reeling under another slapping blow. Tears of shame and humiliation were running down her face as the futility of her struggle became clear. She had no choice. She would have to suck this Mexican's cock, a thing she hadn't even done with Max.

Raul pulled Vivian's hair as hard as he could, forcing her head back until her mouth opened wide. With his free hand he rubbed his cock over her lips and forced the head into her mouth. His legs shivered as he pushed his prick deeper into her mouth, pushing until he touched the back of her throat.

Vivian gagged; she wanted to bite the intruding dick, but didn't out of fear.

Raul gyrated his hips and caressed the girl's firm young tits as the power he felt increased. Vivian was subject to his will and desires.

"Use your tongue and suck," he commanded in a menacing manner.

The thought of the perversity in the act she was committing almost made Vivian sick. She did as she was told, boldly lashing the large purple head of the cock in her mouth with her tongue as she sucked with all her might, wanting to draw the sperm from his balls as quickly as possible. She was willing to do anything to end the trauma that was causing her so much anguish.

"That's much better," Raul moaned, driving his cock deeper, as deep as it would go, making the girl open her throat wide. He let go of her hair and grabbed her head in both hands, using her ears to hold on while he fucked her mouth.

Oh, please come… Vivian thought as she continued to lap at the slamming cock. All she wanted was for the ordeal to end. Her ears were huffing from pressure and tugging. Her mouth was stuffed with a pounding prick and she didn't understand why. She had never done anything in her life close to smuggling.

Raul thrust his hips harder, forcing his cock farther down the girl's throat, making her lips sink lower along his shaft. He sucked in his breath every time she used her tongue on the head of his cock, pleasing him more and more.

"Keep sucking, you dirty little tramp!" he bellowed as his desire increased. He had never been so excited.

Vivian sucked more furiously than ever; fear drove her on. She used her tongue on his cockhead like a whip, making Raul moan with lust. She felt his hips on her face and smelled the acidic odor of his crotch as he slammed into her face. She gagged as his cock nudged the back of her throat again and again, deeper with each thrust, slipping part of the way in with each lunge, making him groan with pleasure. Despite herself, Vivian was getting caught up in the sex she was being forced to participate in and for a moment forgot herself and almost enjoyed sucking the Mexican's cock.

Oh, my God! she thought, snapping herself back to the truth. She was being forced to give a man she didn't even know a blowjob! How could she find even the slightest pleasure in it?

Raul felt Vivian giving in to his brutal assault on her mouth; this added to the fire that burned in his balls. He fucked harder and harder into her mouth wanting to drive his cock as deep as it would go. He wanted to drown the girl in his cum, making her drink every drop of his fuck juice.

Vivian was surprised at the speed with which she had adapted to the pounding cock in her mouth as it pushed to the depths of her throat. She had stopped choking with each deep driving thrust and had learned quickly how to relax the muscles in order to accept the entire length of his prick. She was shocked and humiliated at the way she was acting. What's the matter with me? she thought as the cock slammed in and out of her mouth. She wanted to resist, but submission was the easiest path to follow.

"Oh! Ohhhhh! AHHHHH!" Raul was beside himself as the first uncontrollable rush of his climax hit him, pushing his sperm from his balls as he slammed his cock as deeply into her sucking mouth as he could. Jet after jet spurted from his prick as he grabbed the girl's ears harder than ever. His cream splashed against her throat and ran the full length down to her stomach as he groaned with pleasure. He had conquered the girl quickly, and this pleased him almost as much as the orgasm.

The heavy, salty sperm filled Vivian's mouth quickly and she was forced to swallow every drop. The taste seemed foul at first, but soon changed as more and more of the hot sticky jizz filled her. Again for an instant she forgot what was happening and allowed the taste to excite her as it trickled down to her belly.

Raul allowed his cock to slide from the kneeling girl's mouth while he released her ears and used his free hands to rub the softening rod over her entire face. His climax had been long and satisfying, one of the best he had ever had.

Vivian sighed with relief as her tormentor stepped back from her and put his immense prick back in his pants. Her knees hurt, her hair was ruffled badly, her face still stung from the brutal slaps, and the cum she had swallowed did nothing to ease the dryness she was feeling in her throat. She had never had anything like this happen before, and she wasn't sure what to say or how to act. If what this man had said to her were true, about the smuggling, the future could be very bleak.

"Well, you little slut, how did you like the taste of my cum?" he asked her, still looming over the girl. Raul had had what he wanted, and didn't want her to have time to organize her thoughts. He knew that the longer he humiliated her, the easier it would be to get her to sign a confession.

"Could I please have some water?" Vivian asked. The tone of her voice begged for relief. "Please, sir, just a little water."

Raul looked down at the once-proud girl and laughed loudly. He turned and walked to the desk, where he opened one of the drawers and produced a bottle of clear white liquid. He broke the seal and took a long drink.

Vivian watched, licking her parched lips, hoping she would get a drink. She couldn't remember ever having been so thirsty. She needed to wash away the stale salty taste of the sperm she had been forced to swallow. She didn't know what was going to happen or when she would ever get free of this man who had abused her so. Her thoughts were too scrambled to try to make any sense out of what had just taken place. All she was certain of was that she needed a drink.

Raul had finished drinking from the bottle and walked back around the desk to where the girl was still kneeling, her head cast down out of fear.

"So, you want a drink," he said in the kindest tone he had used so far with the girl. He wanted to lull the girl into an unsuspecting state for the cruel joke he was about to play on her. He was trying to break her mind and spirit at the same time.

"Oh… please, just a little sip of water," Vivian was on the brink of becoming hysterical. In all of her life she had never wanted for anything. Up until a short time ago she could have had the best of whatever her desires happened to be, and now she found herself begging a man she didn't even know for some water. The circumstances of the moment were about to drive her insane.

Raul grasped the girl's long blonde hair and pulled her head back, again forcing her to open her mouth wide. For a cruel instant he waved the bottle of clear liquid in front of her face, teasing her.