"Open your mouth." He growled, and she complied sooner than his lips could shut again.
"Tongue."
She stuck out her tongue, holding his gaze, helpless and nervous in anticipation of what he will do next. He had a look in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. It made her nervous but excited her beyond expectation. Her face flushed as the tingling heat rose from her groin to the top of her head, giving her scalp goosebumps.
"More."
Fighting the shivers she stuck her tongue out more and resolved herself to take whatever he threw at her.
He held her hair in a ponytail with his left hand and her face with his right, slightly squeezing her cheeks in.
ptui He spat directly into her mouth.
"Swallow." He commanded her, and as she closed her mouth to swallow, he slapped her. Her cheek stung but not as hard as her clit throbbed.
"Open up."
She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out again. He pinched her tongue between the first knuckle of his right index and thumb.
"Who do you belong to?"
"eu theh"
SLAP!
He slapped her again before she even had the time to realize that he had let go of her tongue.
"I'm only going to ask once more. Who do you belong to, whore?"
"You sir."
"Good."
She could hear the smile in his voice, but before she could revel in it he had forced her face, by her hair, into his crotch; her nose pressed against the base of his shaft, and his swelling cock rested against her temple. The heat from her cheek and his growing member radiated her face.
She knew she could not waste a second and immediately took his scrotum into her mouth gently massaging his testicles with her tongue. He groaned as he pushed her face harder into him, and her tongue worked harder in response.
She had barely just found her rhythm and pace when his voice awoke her from her trance.
"That's enough. Spread your legs."
"Yes, sir." She licked her lips as she spread her legs like she was told.
He stuck his right foot between her legs, lifting it up and dragged it against her now engorged labia and clit.
Looking down at his foot, he chuckled. "You're a sloppy cunt, aren't you?"
Looking down, she could see her wetness glistening on his foot. Her face and ears burned with embarrassment, and she whimpered: "I am whatever you say I am, sir."
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"Stay here. I will be right back." He turned around and left the room. She brought her legs back together and squeezed her thighs tight. "That was a terrible idea," She thought.
A few minutes later she heard him call out her name. "Right away, sir." She blurted as she lunged forward onto her hands and crawled to where he was.
As she entered the room, he was sitting in the middle of the couch slowly stroking his cock. He tapped his foot lightly in front of him, indicating where she was supposed to kneel. She obliged. He lifted his leg, presenting his foot to her.
"Clean up your mess." Without a split second's hesitation, she held his foot in her hands and licked where her juices had been. She kissed his heel then his ankle, the top of his foot then his arch, the ball of his foot then she slowly and carefully sucked his toes individually.
"That's enough. Come here." He patted the couch between his legs.
She crawled up closer between his legs and sat on her heels awaiting his next instruction. She struggled to keep her gaze down. Every inch in her body was aware of his hard cock inches away from her face, but she was determined.
"Look at me."
She raised her gaze to meet his. She could feel her mouth begin to water, but she resisted sneaking a glance where he didn't tell her she could.
He reached behind his back and pulled out his black leather belt. He threaded it between her neck and hair before closing the loop. He wrapped the long end of the belt around his hand and tugged on the loop around her neck. He leaned forward and gave her a long deep kiss then a peck. He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered: "You may."
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