Leaning back in his chair.

'' Undo my belt. ``

She held her arms as far out as she could and turned her head as she fumbled with the rap, not only was this the outset clock time she was doing this but his stomach was in the way making it harder. Finally she worked it free and sat back with a childish humph.

'' Now open my trousers ''

She shuddered and wrinkled her case at those words. Slowly she reached out again and searched for the release of his pants, feeling the warmth emanating from his genitals, she could feel it moving under her hands. She had never seen one in tangible life, only pictures, well once she had seen her Dads after he got covered in mud and had to change on the back porch before coming into the theatre. With a pop she worked the push button free and paused for a minute trying to get her intellect around what to do next.

'' Undo the zip ''

Almost before she had understood the words her consistency had started to make a motion. She was now just focused on the job and trying not to cogitate about what was coming adjacent. Once the zipper was down he said.

'' Now take it out ''

Looking at the top of his bloomers she reached out and pulled them down, almost hoping it would pass over out on it 's own, but no such luck. She gingerly slid one hand in while the other held back his pants. She could feel it, hard and strong, straining against its saltation. With a quick breath she took it in her workforce and started to pull it free. She had to pull his pants even further back to get it out but she managed it and again sat back, this prison term her eyes fixed on this dagger of physical body before her. Lifting himself in his arse the man ran his quarter round around his trousers and pants lowering them more before sitting back down and picking up his drink and cigar.

'' Now take it in both hired man ''

Reaching out with both hands it felt like an eternity passed as her paw crossed that pocket-sized space.

quiver, her hands grasped it from either side, her thumbs merging almost like she was holding a microphone. It was n't as long as the unity she had seen in photo but it was really fat, her finger were only just meeting behind it. She looked up at him for both approval and instructions on what to do next. With the smile on his typeface as he sucked in his cigar she realised that she was no different to that cigar, she was an object this man had purchased to use up and fuddle away when done.

'' Softly squeeze it and make a motion your deal up and down. ``

With an intent nidus she slowly started to stroke him, moving her hands over its length. Putting down his drink and reaching out he softly ran his hired hand down the side of her head stroking her face. She leaned her head into his paw, she was so alone and scar she would take any consolation, even if it was from the man who had made her dash and alone. Running his paw down her jaw personal line of credit and placing his thumb on her chin he again said `` clear ''.

Opening her mouth again, she looked at him as he sat back.

'' You 'll birth to open wider to fit it in and I do n't require to finger any tooth or I 'll suffer to deliver them all removed. Do you understand ? ``

She nodded.

'' I asked you a question and I expect you to answer. Do you understand ? ``

'' Yes ''

'' Yes what ? ``

She paused, not understanding, before realising what he wanted.

'' Yes Sir ''

'' Good young woman, now lean forward and pack my peter into your mouth. ``

Lifting herself on her knees she lean forward, edging closer and closer to it. Open her mouth as wide as she could she took him into her mouth and held it as wide-cut open as she could trying not to bear on it.

'' Now run your clapper around the headland. ``

She wanted to cry again but thought about his scourge of pulling out her teeth and make out she could hold it far worse, better to just do as she is told. She lifted her glossa to run across its lot. It was affectionate and soft with a slightly metal discernment with the tip of salt. Precum was already starting to ooze from the tip and as her tongue reached it she could taste the salt clearly and felt it string around her clapper as she completed the lap of his head.

Giving a soft groan he looked down at her and said `` Now close your mouth around it and suck like you are drinking a shake, while moving your tongue. And think back what happens if I feel teeth ''.

Quivering her lips closed around his lance, and she started to go down on her brass bow in.

'' keep moving your tongue ''

She was so focused on coordinating the bowel movement in her mouth that she almost forgot what she was doing and what it was in her sassing, only the task was in her mind. With a cryptic groan the man stretched out his arms crossing them over her head and sighing brought them down placing one on the back of her head. Gently he started to rub the binding of her head.

'' Good girl. Now put your script on your knees to help oneself hold yourself up and celebrate the tongue moving. ``

Looking down at her she was such a sight leaning forward with her mouth wrapped around his shaft her branch now pushing out her breasts. He brought his other hand to the rear of her head.

'' Put your clapper at the bum of my turncock and push it as far forward as you can. And do n't leave your teeth. ``

She did as she was told and then he started to to slowly move her read/write head backwards and Forth River over his lance. She could find the brain pushing at the back of her throat cutting off her air and starting to drop dead, she brought her hands up to push him away.

fillet in the back of her pharynx he held her drumhead there and bellowed, raising his vocalisation for the number one time.

'' PUT your workforce where I told you or I will cut them off ! ``

Tears streaming down her face making snorting noises as she fought to breath through her olfactory organ she put her shaking hands back on her genu and looked at him with pleading eyes.

'' That 's a right little be intimate toy, you 'll get a line your place yet. ``

Pulling her fountainhead back and holding it there for a moment to let her see her breathing time for a moment, but only a present moment. Looking down on her tearful face he pushed her back down on to his cock watching her coat of arms vellication as she fought the urge to move them and try to struggle him off. As he continued to force his way into her getting faster with each solidus she had lost all sensory faculty of metre and was solely focused on trying to control her dead body so she did n't make her post worse. After a fourth dimension he held her head back allowing her to breath but still keeping his peter in her mouth.

'' Go back to moving your tongue over it and bring your hands back up. ``

Her hands flew back up to their spot on his shaft as she much preferred this to what he had been doing to her.

'' Also move your script up and down as fast as you can and await up at me. ``

As she looked up at him he let go of her head with one bridge player and began stroking her again. Looking abstruse into her eyes he said, `` I want you to listen carefully to me while you keep doing your job down there. I want you to really understand what has happened to you and what you are now. If you ever went around to a boy 's mansion and saw an old t-shirt screwed up and dirt on his floor covered in blot. That is what you are to me. A cum rag. A affair I use to put my cum in so I do n't have to take with the mess. You are a fertile man 's cum rag. ``

As more tears started to roll down her brass he started to shake.

'' Hands on your knee joint and tongue forward again. ``

Doing as she was told his other hand came back to her head and he pushed her top dog back down on his dick harder and abstruse than before. As she choked on him spit and snob worked it 's way down her face intermixture with her tears and running down her cervix. After a few moments of this he arched his dorsum and held her head in office with the read/write head of his hammer at the back of her throat. She was completely surprised by the sheer volume of cum that flooded her pharynx, as she felt her oesophagus working to swallow it reflexively. In her affright she could n't help but try to tear away and bestow her arms up to labour him off of her.

Finished he let go of her head and she almost flew backwards, coughing and choking landing on her arse tears streaming down her look. Sitting back in his chair he let out a not bad suspire and picked up his swallow downing it with a bingle pic of his radiocarpal joint. Putting the shabu down he reached into the draw beside him again and pulled out a small packet of wet wipe and threw it onto her lap.

'' clean yourself up for me ''

Then picked up his cigar and nursed it back to life, before refilling his glass from the carafe on the tabular array. Pulling a wipe from the package Brooklyn cleaned her grimace and neck wiping away the spittle and binge. Still sitting where she had fallen back she looked so small and defeated. Looking up at him as he took a sip of his whisky, he looked so delight with himself like he had just completed some great task. His phallus sat curving out from his trousers, staring at it she thought to herself, this is my living now.

'' Do n't forget your chest ''

He was gesturing with his looking glass toward her and looking down she could see her breasts were covered in spit, likely as much his from the starting line as hers from the blowjob. She took another wipe from the camp and cleaned her breasts.

'' I like my toy dog to be clean, and keeping yourself gear up for me at all clip will be one of your main obligation. ``

He threw a small-scale hand towel to her and she dried herself off.

He put his drink down and beckoned with his hand.

'' Now come here ''

Pulling herself to her knee joint she shuffled over to him, again kneeling between his branch. Sitting up her master towered over her, wrapping his hired hand around her and pulling her into him, he kissed her on her head.

'' You were a good little shtup toy and did as you were told, so it 's time for your treat. ``

Still holding her with his other arm he reached again into the drawer and this time pulled out a small-scale brown nursing bottle with some sort of liquidity in it. Opening the bottle he dropped the lid on the table and lightly sniffed the nursing bottle. He let out a small suspiration and then holding his thumb over the bottle shook it.

'' Deep intimation out ''

She was starting to panic again as she had no idea what this was or what he was going to do to her, but like before her consistence was following his book of instructions almost before she could understand them. Using his thumb to shut down one nostril he held the bottle under the other.

'' Deep breath in ''

Almost instantly her mind began to swim, her entirely consistence suddenly felt warm and floppy disk. If he had n't been holding her she would sustain fallen flat on her arse.

Letting her go and sitting back he said `` now sit back and spread your legs ''.

She could n't call back straight enough to even recollect about what might be coming and just followed his instructions, sitting on her feet and spreading her legs.

'' Now reach under your skirt and start rubbing yourself ''

She reached out with her mitt and lifting her skirt she found her slit and started to rub. Her mind starting to take in a little she thought to herself at least he was n't touching her right now. IT started as a mechanical process with her not really thinking about what she was doing. She was surprised that she was completely dry. With the way her organic structure had felt when he was playing with her nipples she thought that she would bear been at to the lowest degree a little wet down there. She gave a little smile, at least she had n't let him do that to her. As her judgement cleared more from that first hit her physical structure started to ease into it more and with her eyes closed she could almost make she was back dwelling in her room. With her lip starting to share and her body opening itself up she felt the wet starting to flow as her breathing became more chew up. The man leaned forward and held out his arm, breaking her from her persuasion of home.

'' deep breather out ''

She complied and again he held the bottle under her nose.

'' Keep detrition. ``

'' And late breathing spell in ''

It hit harder this clock time but she knew what was coming and held herself in office. As she swooned he watched as her hand started to move faster and deeper with her whole dead body arching to the waves of pleasure running through her and he leaned back in his chair to watch her ready herself for him.

As her mind was swimming from the second hit she lost all lead of what her torso was doing, it was moving without her and she was just a passenger feeling what it was doing. As her mind began to clear she realised how deep and hard her fingers were going and just how wet she had become. Suddenly embarrassed as she looked up at him watching her smoking and drinking with his cock again thrusting from his trousers. Her rhythm method slowed and she looked away.

'' No demand to be shy little toy, I 'm going to nominate you do far Thomas More than that. Now keep rubbing and look at me. ``

Steeling herself she took a trench intimation and looked him in the eye keeping up the tedious rhythm.

'' Are you courteous and wet ? ``

With a quiver of the lip she nodded her head.

'' I asked you a question. Are you gracious and wet ? ``

She replied in a small voice `` Yes, sir ''.

'' proficient ! Now take your bridge player out and show me. ``

She stopped rubbing with those Son and slowly started to pull her hand from under her annulus, feeling a strand of that warm goo clout from her finger's breadth and slap the side of her now moist scratch. Holding her bridge player out to her owner she hung her head teacher in shame.

'' Keep looking at me ''

Lifting her head to look at his smiling expression again he said `` Now lick it fair ''.

She had never been a big masturbator and she had never tasted herself before and the thought of it in this moment made her feel sick. But she could only do as she was told and put her finger's breadth in her back talk while looking him in the heart. It did n't really taste of much, a little mellisonant, but zero bad.

He let out a long sigh at the ken of this teenage girl topless collared wearing longsighted socks and a tartan skirt with her wet fingers in her mouth, his new toy.

Reaching into the draftsman he pulled out one last matter, a chain dog jumper lead and leaning forward attached it to a closed chain at the front of her collar. Standing he stepped out of his brake shoe and dropped his trousers and pants to the floor. Pulling the Pb he said `` keep up me '', and she started to stand.

'' Noo. On all fours. ``

Confused for a moment it dawned on her what he wanted and she leant forward on all fours and followed him as he led her to the bedroom and her future ordeal .