“You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear as he began to pinch and twist my nipples.
“What are you talking about?” I moaned back despite the pain that was beginning to flood through my chest.
That was when a whole new pain flooded through me as he yanked my hair back and slapped me across the face. It hurt so much more because I couldn’t show the pain in my eyes or see the look in his face.
“When I call you a dirty little slut you say, yes I am sir, you understand?”
It had gone on like that for hours it felt like. He demeaned me and called me so many names. I was a whore. A dirty worthless fuck toy. A cock sucking cum disposal whilst he slapped and tugged at my tender breasts and fingered my sensitive clit like he didn’t care how much it hurt.
I had been trussed up with ropes and restraints like a little pig. He even spat on me. And now I was here on my knees waiting for his next move.
“Mmmm I know what I want from you now slut, but I warn you if you bite, I’ll make you choke on it”
That was when I felt my lips forced apart by his huge meaty cock. I loved sucking on it anyway why did he have to be so rough. He knew I could take it all the way to the back of my throat there was no need to do it like this, but I obeyed. I felt so humiliated as he fucked my face. Turned on but so humiliated.
As I was close to gagging on how deep his cock was, the sudden removal of it surprised me. The fact I couldn’t see him is what added to my anxieties, and I was right to be. I was roughly wrestled to my feet and pushed onto our bed with my ass in the air before I felt him rubbing his saliva covered cock against the cheeks of my ass. I felt tears come to my eyes as I knew what was about to happen.