"Put them back," Ricky demanded. He waited until she fumbled them back into the drawer, noting that she had begun her terrified trembling again. "Now come back here to me and kneel in front of me again." He watched as she walked embarrassed and self-conscious toward him. She held her shoulders stiff, obviously in a futile attempt to keep her full breasts from swaying back and forth. The sight of that beautiful fleecy cuntal triangle between her nylon encased legs, the white untanned globes of her buttocks, and the incredible lushness of her upper thighs almost drove Ricky insane. He couldn't recall ever seeing such a luscious body before, and the knowledge that she was completely subservient to him for the rest of the night, the weekend… or until he got tired of her, was as pleasurable as hanging a new painting or placing a new piece of sculpture in his study.
Grace was fighting panic again when she knelt in the same spot she had been in before. The shock of seeing that poor mutilated girl again had driven everything but fear and a desire to please out of her mind.
"Crawl up between my legs," Ricky said, and then waited as she shuffled slightly forward. She was refusing to look at his cock, and that didn't bother him at all. "All right now," he said, putting new threat in his voice. "You have exactly fifteen seconds to wrap your hot little lips around my prick and start sucking. And in case you don't know the meaning of the word prick, either, then its my penis. That's a blow job." He took his left hand from behind his head and glanced at the expensive gold chronometer. "Ten seconds now."
Grace was stunned. She couldn't believe the perverted obscenity she had just heard. He was testing her. That must be it. A test. He really didn't want her to do it, just wanted to see if she would obey instructions. He would stop her before she actually had to do it. She heard his voice intoning, "five seconds… four seconds… three seconds…"
She resisted only a split second longer. She was almost sickened by the sight of the short fleshy instrument. She pretended to go along with his lewd demand. She opened her mouth and moved her head forward, expecting a reprieve at any moment. Now she looked at the penis for the first time. It was, she thought, larger than it had looked from a distance. The purplish mushroomed head had the same implicit viciousness as a hammerhead shark. In the center, where the tiny hole opened and closed with each throb of his heart, a tiny white pearl of viscous seminal fluid had oozed to the surface. The white trunk of the prick was laced with thin blue veins, and she could even see them swell with each beat of his pulse. Closer, closer, closer it came and now it was so close she could not focus on it any longer… all she saw was the blurry indistinctness of something elongated growing out of the thick gray-black of pubic hair.
With a sudden feeling of desperation, Grace abruptly knew that his was not a test after all. He actually wanted her to do this horrible perverted, filthy thing… wanted her to take his hardened penis into her mouth.
She had already started to pull back in protest when Ricky Karl viciously put both hands on the side of her face, holding her face and mouth captive. "No…" she began, but it was choked off as he rammed the thick rod of flesh in, crushing through her softly resisting lips into the warm moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of the head sliding the entire length of her tongue, coming to rest far far back in her throat. She gagged and gasped, mumbling inarticulately, as he began fucking his cock in and out of her mouth with powerful little strokes that jolted her head.
Gloating above her with his eyes almost vacant from the intensity of feeling and lust, Ricky began to undulate his pelvis even more, sliding the short fat prick in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head just inside the warm, soft grotto of her unwilling mouth. Grace made an effort to twist her nakedness away from him, to pull back, but she was held mercilessly captive by his hands pressing against her cheeks, and when she reared back slightly and put her hands on his hip bones to push him away, Ricky increased his pressure on her cheeks and said, "Remember the photographs, my dear."
The total helplessness of her situation caused a sudden black fog of fatalistic acceptance to descend on Grace's mind. She closed her eyes tightly to block out the repulsive sight of the graying pubic hairs sprouting like ash-coloured weeds at the thick base of the cock which rammed without mercy into her contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth as saliva glands sought to dampen, dilute, and identify the alien taste of this, this thing being buried deep in her throat.
Ricky stared down with lewd delight at the labouring figure of the unwilling girl; the sight of his cock moving in and out between her full, ovally rounded lips drove him into a frenzy, and in spite of her gagged and choked protests, he began shoving forward even more forcefully, raising his fat buttocks high off the couch and thrusting with all his strength. He held her head tighter as she coughed and sputtered with each powerful in stroke and as the swollen head of his cock rhythmically fucked back against her tonsils. He delighted in watching her tender, lipstick rimmed lips clasping tighter and tighter around the trunk as her mouth muscles wearied and her warmly ovalled cavity became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.
"Suck… suck it, Goddamn you. Suck it," he bellowed suddenly, "or I'll throw you naked out the door to Andy's men."
Grace felt nothing, not even fear any longer. She knew she had to please this man, and he was telling her how to please him… and so she did everything he requested, even more. She licked and sucked at the fleshy hardened rod imbedded in her mouth, creating a vacuum that brought a low moan almost of pain from the fat man. She was salivating so much now that the cock slicked in and out almost effortlessly. She sucked until her cheeks indented grotesquely, until her throat muscles were flaming tendons of pure agony. And she licked around the head, using her tongue, her teeth… acting automatically now, knowing by the grunts and low animal groans what was pleasurable to him and what was not.
And with this intense desire to bring him pleasure, because her only hope of salvation lay in pleasing him, she gradually became aware that her own traitorous young body was reacting sexually to this oral degradation. She could feel new warmth in her vagina, a dampness between her thighs, and the knowledge that she was becoming aroused was more repulsive and brought her more mental distress than the perverted act she was being forced to perform with her helpless mouth.
Her thoughts were suddenly forced back to the man and his cock in her throat, for she felt his loins crush smotheringly into her face and the fleshy roll of his stomach pressing against her lightly perspiring forehead. His hands gripped her behind the head pulling it forward as though he were attempting to shove his cock all the way down her throat and into her belly. "Suck harder, you bitch, I'm cumming on your tonsils," he bellowed, then groaned in animal delight, and flooded her mouth with his hot, thick cum which spurted thickly down her throat in great, pulsating waves of heated liquid roaring in jet-like torrents from testicles and seminal ducts.
Grace gulped and swallowed automatically; not to do so would have caused her to strangle, swallowing the pungent male elixir first in small amounts and then in greater dosage as the cum continued to spurt unceasingly. Then abruptly, in spite of her revulsion at the lewd act forced on her, her jerking throat subtly changed its rhythm and strangely, she was swallowing hungrily, feeling the need to further debase herself in punishment. She wallowed obscenely in the pleasure of subjugation to the fat man's wildly spewing cock jerking into her face. She wanted to be punished – she needed this degradation. She sucked… and sucked, stroking his testicles lovingly – wanting more… more.
"Okay, that's enough," said Ricky with a deep sigh, falling back in temporary satiation against the couch.