I curled my tongue upward against his cock, wrapping the organ in a blanket of wetness. I slid my tongue from side to side in my mouth, sliding it across the underside of his cock. Saliva was beginning to dribble down the insides of my cheeks, as though his cock were a delicacy, and I a sexual gourmet. His flesh felt hot in my mouth, hotter than any cock I can remember. I guess it was my total lack of sexual involvement that made the flesh burn with such passion. He was providing all the heat.
My lips tightened around the stub of flesh, and I wrapped my arms around his hips. I held a cheek of his ass in each hand, and I guided my face down, permitting the flesh to slide wetly against my lips. My cheeks puffed out with wetness, and I bathed his cock in my mouth.
He began to pump his cock in and out, grinding his hips against my face. I felt my nose flatten against the bulge of his belly as he thrust his cock into my mouth. He placed both hands on my head, holding me down. My eyes jumped at the flash of the knife catching the light, and I followed it until it was behind my head. His hand settled against my hair.
He was standing on his toes now, with his back arched, and he was sawing his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel the blunt head of his rod slide the entire length of my tongue, almost disengaging from my lips. I tightened my mouth against his cock to prevent it from slipping out, but he never pulled himself completely out. He always allowed an inch or two of his stubby length to remain in my mouth and pressed against my puckered lips.
I began to suck his cock with all my might. I wanted it over. I wanted to stop being afraid. I pulled the hot flesh of his cock into my mouth, feeling it scrape against the back of my tongue, near the opening of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks, and drew upward. My throat thirsted for his orgasm. I wanted to feel it slide down into my stomach in milky spurts, and know my terror would end.
I sucked hungrily at his cock, my mouth salivating so much wetness down around his cock, that he made a squishing sound each time he thrust forward. I could feel the tip of his cock throbbing against the warm, slimy insides of my cheeks and tongue. His tempo picked up, and his shaft moved with more urgency. He lifted his thighs and pressed them up against my face. His hands tightened in my hair, and he began to make a grunting, moaning sound.
But at the last moment he pulled his cock from my mouth, and slapped me across the face with the side of his hand.
"Bitchr he screamed. His cock shook with excitement, and he had to hold his fist around the head. He squeezed the flesh with his fingers.
"BitchJ" he repeated. "You almost tricked me!"
He was breathing heavily, and his voice was like a harsh, wet whisper. "My way!" he said. He shook his fist in my face. "It must be my way!"
I cowered under the threat. I couldn't take my eyes from his cock. He took his hand away, and I could see a thin dribble of sperm at the tip of his cock.
"You almost made me come," he said. "I stopped just in time."
He laughed again. That same creaking, sick laugh.
"Now you have to get me aroused again," he said. "You have to start from the beginning again."
The words chilled me, and I felt a shudder run across my back. I felt as though I was going to cry.
"Stand up!" he commanded. He stepped back so I could move.
I got to my knees, using the bed to push myself erect My legs were weak, and my knees trembled. I had trouble keeping from falling forward.
"Take your clothes off," he said. He hunched his shoulders, and I watched the raincoat slip down to the floor. He picked it up with one hand and threw it into the chair. He had nothing on under the coat, and he stood before me with a wet, red cock, stark naked except for those obscene trouser legs and shoes.
I began to take my clothing off. First my blouse. I unbuttoned it. My fingers stumbled numbly over the buttons.
"Slowly!" he screamed, making me jump. Then, in a softer voice: "We have all night."
I pulled my blouse from my skirt, then continued to unbutton it. My heart beat steadily, and I swallowed when I undid the last button. I fumbled with the buttons on the wrists, and I pulled the blouse off.
I was wearing a half-bra this time. The pale white material cupped the lower part of each tit, and thrust it up and forward. You could see the brown tip of each nipple barely poking out. His eyes ravished my breasts.
"Good," he whispered. "Good."
I put my hand to the side of my skirt and undid the single button. I put my fingers on the zipper, but I hesitated a moment.
He moved suddenly, and I thought it was because I had slowed. I screamed and stepped back, then realized he wasn't moving towards me. He sat himself in the chair, sitting on top of his raincoat. He opened his thighs, and changed hands with the knife. His cock stood up from his belly like a broad stump of a tree. The flesh of the organ looked red compared to the sickly whiteness of his flabby belly.
"The rest," he said. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to jerk off. His hand moved slowly, almost imperceptibly up and down his cock.
I slid the zipper down but held the skirt with my other hand. I didn't want to drop my skirt and reveal what was underneath. I was too embarrassed.
"Come on!" he said.
I dropped the skirt, feeling shame burn across my face.
"Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch," he exclaimed. He whistled softly.
I was wearing crotchless panties, and he could see my cunt. The front of the panties came up my cunt in an upside down vee. The fat part of the mound pushed the opening wide, and blonde-brown hairs curled up and down die opening.
"Come here!" he commanded.
I walked slowly toward him. He placed the knife down on the chair next to him, and continued to move his hand up and down his cock. His eyes were on my tits.
I stood in front of him. He reached up with his free hand and pulled my bra down with a violent tug. My tits tumbled free, sagging slightly against my chest.
He squeezed my tits, first the right then the left. He rubbed the nipples then pinched the flesh and pulled it toward his mouth. I leaned over him, and he sucked each nipple, biting down into the flesh with his teeth until I cried out in pain. His hand continued to jerk himself off.
"Stand over here!" he said. He pointed in front of him.
I walked there slowly. My nipples were hard and erect, tingling from his tongue and teeth.
"Open your legs," he said. His thighs stiffened and parted, and I saw his fat balls resting against his leg.
I opened my legs. The crotch of the panties separated and revealed my whole cunt.
He put his hand over my mound, sliding his finger between the hairy lips of my cunt I shuddered in involuntary pleasure as he rolled the bud of my clitoris under his finger. He slowly masturbated both of us.
"Wider!" he yelled as he pushed his middle finger back towards the cunt hole.
I moved my legs apart, and felt him push the finger into my cunt. Shame made me blush at the pleasure I felt as his finger pushed in and out of the growing wetness.
He smiled at me, obviously pleased to find me so aroused.
"You like it," he said. "Don't you!"
The idea revolted me, yet I felt a nagging uneasiness at the back of my mind. If I was so revolted, I thought, why was my cunt so wet?
"No," he said after a moment, thinking. "You don't like it. You need it!"
What did he mean? He didn't say. He just sat there, smiling at me, pushing his finger in and out of my cunt, and pumping his fist against his cock.
"Turn around," he said, pulling out his finger, "and bend down!"