"Man, what jugs!" he croaked. "No bra, either! Now, Mrs. Maitland, you're not gonna fight me, are you? You're gonna do exactly as I say."
She nodded. She was in his power now, in more ways than one. He could tell her to do anything and she would do it.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling.
He snickered. "Let's just get those pretty lips wrapped around my prick, little lady," he hissed. "Let's have a little head!"
Gloria caught her breath. She had prayed he wouldn't ask for that. She had prayed that a quick fuck would be enough to satisfy him. The thought of sucking his cock made her sick to her stomach. Long and thick as it was, it still belonged to this horrible man.
He saw her hesitate and got up from his chair. He moved toward her, standing in front of her with his cock swaying under her face. She stared at his piss-tunnel, at the drop of clear prick-cream brimming in his pisshole.
Suddenly his strong fingers grasped her shoulders, digging into her soft flesh. "Get your lips on my cock, Mrs. Maitland!" he growled. "Suck my prick!"
A soft moan escaped her lips. She couldn't avoid the inevitable. Her mouth was poised over his dripping pisser and she could smell his musky male smell. Her pulse raced at the sight and smell of his throbbing fuck-meat.
"I can't!" she whimpered.
He gripped her shoulders more firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh. He moved forward and rubbed the velvety knob of his cock against her, cheek. He smeared his fuck-oil over her face, all the time whispering for her to suck his cock.
"You've sucked plenty in your life, Mrs. Maitland," he hissed. "Come on now, get it in there!"
Gloria shuddered. She knew it was useless to resist. She also had a terrible urge to do it, to suck this awful man's prick. She was about to open her mouth and suck his cockhead in when he suddenly reached down and grabbed one of her jiggling tits.
"Great titties!" he snickered.
He pinched and fondled her nipples while Gloria bit her lip and moaned. The pleasure was more intense than the humiliation and the spongy tips of her nipples stiffened and throbbed. He chuckled, aware of her lust, as he continued rubbing the plum of his cock against her cheek.
"You're a hot number, Mrs. Maitland, aren't you? Yeah, no wonder all the boys like you so much. Take my balls out Mrs. Maitland!"
She sobbed softly, moving to obey him. She took the big sac out of his fly. His hand continued jiggling one tit and then the other. She held the thick stalk of his cock in one hand and his big ball-bag in the other.
She couldn't help it, his cock felt wonderful in her hand. She wondered how it would feel stuffed up her cunt. She blushed when she pictured how it would feel reaming out her cunt-channel.
"Get it in there!" he grunted, shoving his hips forward, his fat cockhead pressed against her lips. She yielded, whimpering as she opened her mouth as wide as possible. In a moment her mouth engulfed the bloated knob of his cock and she began sucking his thrusting bulb.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned, "Suck that prick, Mrs. Maitland! Qoooooh, yeaaaaaaaaah, that's nice!"
His prick filled her mouth. His cockhead pushed at her tongue, sliding forward to jab at the back of her throat. She gagged momentarily and then recovered, and wrapped her tongue around his cockmeat.
She began pumping his cockshaft with her fingers at the same time she sucked on his cockhead. She trembled as he pushed forward and drove his cockhead halfway down her throat.
She tightened her throat muscles aroqnd his thick stalk and he gasped as he began pumping his prick in and out of her throat. She struggled for breath and he finally pulled his cock out of her throat until she had only his cockhead inside her lips.
She began bobbing her head up and down on his cock now, sucking him vigorously. She was enjoying it, but she didn't want him to know that. It was a nice cock, big and juicy and hard. If she didn't think about the man it was attached to, it was okay.
She wondered if he was going to shoot off in her mouth. The idea repulsed her, but maybe she'd be able to spit it out if he did. As if reading her mind, he stared at her with mean, beady eyes. "Don't think you're not gonna drink my cream, you bitch! You're gonna drink every drop, you slut!"
She moaned, with passion and with disgust, sucking and bobbing her mouth back and forth on his wriggling hunk of male-meat. She was totally turned on now. Maybe it was because of the animal like submission he was forcing on her, or maybe it was just the juicy stiff cock in her mouth. Whatever it was, she was terribly excited and turned on.
His cock was thoroughly coated with her saliva and the ring of her lips slid smoothly back and forth over his thick cylinder. She gasped for breath, but sucked him ravenously.
She swallowed down the cockjuice leaking out of his pisshole. Her throat muscles clutched at his knob at the end of each stroke. She fucked him with her mouth, maintaining a steady rhythm and bobbing her head frantically.
His thrusting cockshaft trembled and pulsated in her mouth. His balls tightened and jumped in her hand. She could feel his cockhead swelling in her mouth and she sucked him in a frenzy, slurping sucking noises escaping her lips. She massaged the bulb of his cock with her stiff tongue and nibbled on the slick plum. She gripped his cockhead with her teeth and then opened her mouth wider, sliding down to engulf all of his cock. She whimpered as his coarse crotch hair tickled her nose.
She sucked on his fuckpole with relish, her fingers pumping the pulsating length of his cock. She squeezed the base of his cunt spreader and felt his cylinder of male-meat swell in her mouth. Each time his cockhead lodged in the back of her throat, a wave of pure lust washed over her body.
She fondled and squeezed his balls and nuzzled his crotch hair each time she swooped down to engulf his meat. His throbbing fuckmeat filled her mouth as he pumped his prick, meeting her stroke for stroke.
Saliva drooled out of her mouth and washed over his cock and balls. The ring of her lips was stretched wide by his thick cock and her mouth ached from the stretching.
She was mewling now, crooning with pleasure as she licked and sucked on his thrusting fuckpole. Suddenly he shuddered and his hips jerked forward. She clamped her lips behind his cockhead to avoid choking and in a moment his cockhead exploded in her throat. He cried out as his hot thick jism gushed into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of his slimy fuck-cream bubbled out of his pisshole and flowed over her tongue. She sucked it in and the rubbery lava cascaded down her throat.
She sucked convulsively, gulping wad after wad of squirmy liquid into her moth. Some of it overflowed and gushed down to her chin. She slobbered over his spitting cock like some savage animal, sucking his hot cream down her greedy throat.
Wild with lust, now she shoved her hand under her skirt and grabbed her pussy. A frenzied massage brought her a quick orgasm, even while her throat muscles continued to work on his thrusting, erupting cock.
Her lips were still stretched wide on his fuckpole, and her nose and chin were coated with his thick jisin. Her face was wet and sticky as she sucked him dry, finally pulling his prick from her lips.
His softening cock fell limply against her cheek and she licked at it with her tongue, licking up the jizz sticking to it and sucking it into her mouth. Stilt holding his balls, she squeezed his nuts and urged the last of his load out of his eggs.
At last Pete moved away from her mouth, his chest heaving and his eyes wide.
"What a trip!" he wheezed. "What a fuckin' trip! You could kill a guy!"
She closed her eyes and shuddered at the scope of her degradation. She finally opened her eyes and looked over at him. He was sitting in his rocker, his eyes closed and his breath coming in gasps.