Max Sharkey - Daddy_s slave

"Give me a good blowjob and things will go easier on you, slut! Suck my cock lovingly, you little oversexed whore!"

Every muscle in his body tensed as he plunged his prick in and out of her wet mouth. She gripped his cock between her lips and sucked harder, doing her vtry best to please the man. Her mouth was wide open, but it took great effort and she endured tremendous pain from his mighty cock stretching her small mouth.

Bradford smirked triumphantly, panting and grunting crudely as he face-fucked the helpless girl who knelt abjectly before him, her mouth filled to the brim with his rock-hard cock. He face-fucked her rapidly, ramming his prick forward relentlessly, pitilessly, mercilessly. He pressed his balls against her chin as she licked and sucked his cockshaft in earnest, hating every moment of it, feeling degraded and humiliated at being forced to do such an obscene thing.

Gloria was filled with self-loathing for being caught in the web of such a disgusting and perverted situation, over which she had no control.

"Suck it! Suck my cock, you rotten little pig! Suck my prick until I cum in your mouth, whore!" he rasped as he brutally and painfully fucked his cock in and out of her slurping mouth.

He watched her lips work on his prick as he snickered at the terrified look in the girl's tear filled eyes, forcing her to suck his bloated prick as it pulsated from the rivers of hot, scorching blood that raced through the wide veins on his stalk.

Blushing furiously, Gloria stared at the thick base of his cockshaft and felt utterly debased as she watched his meaty shaft of prick-meat slicing between her sucking lips. His balls flapped lewdly under her chin. The damp pungent odor of his heated crotch filled her nostrils as she sucked his mighty prick. She deftly worked her tongue around his bloated prick-tip, tickling his cockslit with fucking motions that caused the man to tense his thigh muscles and gasp with erotic delight.

"Yeah! That's right, bitch! Do a good sucking job on my prick, you filthy harlot! Give me a good blowjob, bitch!"

His swollen, turgid cock pounded like a piston into her slurping mouth, raking along the insides of her mouth and stretching her oral cavity to the maximum. He was screaming wildly, screams of passion and pleasure that shook his entire body and made his cock throb and bob about in her mouth.

His cock grew larger and larger, until the very tip of his prick began to wedge its way into her throat, cutting off her air.

She gagged but kept sucking. She knew damn well that if she suddenly stopped sucking his prick, he would resume beating her with the stick. She definitely wanted no part of that, so she stifled back the urge to gag and kept right on sucking. She was turning green and looked for all the world as if she wanted to throw up.

Licking along Bradford's blood-engorged cock-stalk, she managed to gasp in a few quick breaths of air, and that kept her from retching. She knew, however, that she couldn't keep sucking much longer. Her jaws ached terribly from being stretched by the onslaught of Bradford's rampaging prick.

"I love it, bitch!" he shouted. "Yeah! Urnmmppphhh! Aaaggghhh! Yeah! Good fucking blowjob! Suck it! Suck my cock!"

The incredibly thick head of his prick rammed into her throat and she gasped. It seemed physically impossible for her to be sucking the entire length of his rock-hard prick, and she felt curiously proud of herself for being able to accomplish so bizarre an anatomical feat. She had gotten over the initial shock and revulsion at being so rudely exploited and abused. Now, although she still hated Bradford for making her suck his turgid cock, she found herself getting into the blowjob, trying new and different ways of sucking his prick. Tickling the tip of his cock, as he drove his thick and lengthy cock-shaft into her mouth, she could feel his muscles flex and hear him moan lustily. His thighs were tightened and his sinews stuck out boldly on his twitching legs.

Gloria flushed with excitement and continued her lewd sexual ministrations, sucking his prick with unbridled passion, fucking her wet, hot tongue across his throbbing prick-tip and running her tongue along the length of his cockshaft. She tongue-massaged the big, thick blue vein that ran from the base of his cock to the edge of his cock-knob just under his prick. The base of his prick pumped blood toward his cockhead, which was now swollen, turgid, hot and hard. She pressed her tongue against the sensitive blue vein and raked her teeth gently across his throbbing cock-meat.

He gasped and moaned long and low in response to the blowjob. "Ohhhh! Hot fucking damn! That's it! Shit! Fuck! Piss! Go for it, bitch! Suck my prick! I'm… I'm almost there!"

He pushed forward with a brutal cock thrust that filed her mouth. His balls slapped her chin and dangled obscenely from his crotch, emitting that strange pungent aroma that she had noticed earlier. It smelled sweet and sexy, and she increased her long wet slide up his turgid cock.

His body suddenly tensed and with one final lurch forward, Bradford shot his load of cum into her mouth.

The force of the blast of jism into her mouth shook Gloria furiously, but with great determination, she managed to keep her lips clamped tightly around his spewing cock. She leaned forward and gulped down his scalding flood of jism eagerly, slurping at the tip of his bloated cock-knob, milking the cum from it.

"Unnnggghhh! Unnnggghhh!" he grunted and panted, every muscle in his body rigid, his eyeballs bulging out from the pressure of the orgasm. His body twitched with passionate pleasure and he rocked back and forth on his heels as Gloria slurped down his heavy load of sticky cum.

When his cock twitched violently, signaling her that his balls and cock had been emptied of jism, she relaxed her vise-like grip on his prick and slipped her mouth off of his seeping cock.

"That was nice," he complimented her. "Now, make sure you've drunk all of my cum. Lick the tip of my prick. You wouldn't want to waste any of my jizz, would you?"

Gloria nodded in agreement and lapped the oozing cum from the end of his cock, tonguing his piss-slit lasciviously, tasting his salty jism, swirling it around in her mouth and swallowing it.

"Well, what do you say, Gloria?" Bradford asked with a cruel sneer pasted to his handsome face.

Picking up the cue, she quickly responded: "Thank you, Mr. Bradford."

"Good girl," he said with a smile as he grabbed her arm and led her across the room.

Methodically, he opened one of the stocks and removed Madge. She seemed quite thankful to be so unexpectedly granted freedom from the restraining stock. Rubbing her stiff sore neck, she stepped aside and knelt on the floor next to Bradford.

"Get in," he instructed Gloria. "You must spend some time in the stocks now." His cold, authoritative voice sounded ominous ad serious.

"B-but, I thought…"

"Fuck you, bitch! I don't give a flying fuck what you thought! Now do what I say!"

Gloria put her hands through the hand-slots and placed her head into position, and Bradford closed and locked the stocks in place. He laughed loudly and sauntered out of the room, pulling up the zipper on his trousers. Madge followed him obediently, crawling on her hands and knees.

Gobs of cum leaked obscenely from her pussy hole. She felt unclean.

"All right, let's go, Gloria," Uncle Richard said calmly as he stepped into the room a few moments later. He unhooked the stocks and pulled Gloria to her feet.

She looked terrible. Her pretty hair was a mess, and her body ached from being confined in the stocks. She shot her Uncle Richard a look of loathing. He responded by slapping her across the face, jarring her teeth with the wicked blow.

"What the fuck's your problem, cunt?" he snorted. "I just took you out of the stocks and you look at me like I'm the devil or something. You should be more grateful."