by Powerone
“Touch it, Bridget; touch my cock. I want to feel your soft hand wrapped around the shaft.”
“No, don’t make me, please.” She begged, but she saw nothing but anger in his eyes at her defiance. She feared what he’d do to her if she didn’t obey. Her hand slowly rose up. It moved close to his cock. His cock bounced more, the closer she got to it as though it tried to get away. Her hand trembled as she moved closer. She cried softly, fearing what he’d require of her once she touched it. Her fingers touched the shaft, and she felt the heat in it. It bounced uncontrollably before her fingers could grasp it and escape from her fingers. She looked at him and knew she’d have to do it again. Her fingers moved, this time more aggressively, ready to grab it tighter. Her fingers curled around the shaft and closed tight to trap it. She could feel the muscles in it move to try to escape, but she tightened her grip until she had it firmly in her grasp. She was proud that she had done it. She felt how hard it was, but the flesh was hotter than she expected. She bent it upward slightly, afraid of breaking it, until she had it stand up tall. She looked at the purple head and saw a drop of something glisten from the tip. That’s when she noticed the tiny hole in the very tip.
“Stroke it with your hand.” William felt so much pleasure from her soft hand around his cock. Her fingers stayed tight around the shaft, but she moved her hand up and down. First, it was the tiniest bit of his precum, but soon, her fingers moved higher up the shaft and more drops trickled out of his cock.
When her hand moved, his cock came alive beneath her fingers, pulsating with powerful contractions that her fingers had a hard time controlling. The skin along the shaft slid easily, in spite of her firm grip. She began to take longer strokes, moving her fingers from one end of the shaft to the other. She could see more drops glisten on the head. Did I do that? Her fingers slid back and forth, but the more she did it, the higher her hand went. His cock went into uncontrollable contractions when her fingers touched the thick ridge just beneath the head. It was as though he was tender there. More drops leaked from the head. She took broad strokes with her hand, moving all the way down until she felt the wiry hairs push against her skin, then back up, her fingers tighter as they slid over the thick ridge. When she stroked back down, she felt the wetness on her fingers. She had touched some of his leaking juices, hot and slippery, but it made it easier for her fingers to glide on the shaft and stroke him.
“Explore the head with your fingers, Bridget. Hold my cock up in the air and use your fingers on the head. Coax out some cum,” William grew aroused. He wouldn’t last much longer with her hand. He’d need her mouth soon.
She did what he said. She held it up in the air and then she used her other hand to run a finger over the very tip that was shiny with his cum. The minute she touched the tiny hole, more drops leaked out, rubbing her finger back and forth over the head until it was wet and shiny with his cum. She knew that she did this, she made his juices flow, just as Dr. Philip made her juices flow with his touch. She began to stroke the shaft as her finger ran over the head, rubbing his shameful, hot juices all around the smooth head. Then, her fingers outlined the thick ridge, and when she accidently slid beneath it and touched the skin, his shaft reacted violently. She ran her finger beneath the ridge again. From the violent contractions of his cock and the drops that leaked out, he was sensitive there, but enjoyed it immensely.
It felt too good, so he had to move on or he’d cum all over her hand. “Stroke my cock with one hand and cup my balls with your other hand.”
She kept her grip on the shaft and with her other hand, she reached up between his powerful thighs to cup his balls gently. The bag was wrinkled and covered with thick, wiry hairs that tickled her hand. She tried to grasp them, but they were elusive, sliding away from her hand before she could firmly grasp the twin balls that floated around inside. That wasn’t what she expected. She gripped his ball sack firmer, and her fingers wrapped around it until she could tighten on them. His balls were trapped in her hand and she tightened her fingers. She knew that they hurt her father when they whipped his balls, but her hand grabbed his balls firmly to keep them from escaping. She stroked his cock as he asked while her hand began a gentle clenching on his balls. More juices flowed from the head so her clenching fingers on his balls grew tighter. He moaned, but he didn’t try to stop her.
William couldn’t wait any longer. It was time. “Release my cock and balls from your hands. Put them behind your back and keep them there. Keep your back arched; I love the way your perky tits stand out so beautifully.”
She saw Lord William reach down and stroke his cock, just the way she had done. Didn’t he like the way I did it? He looked at her.
“Open your mouth.”
She looked up at him and saw him push his cock down closer to her face. It then dawned on her why she kneeled before him and her hands were behind her back now. It wasn’t her hands he wanted; it was her mouth that he wanted to put his cock inside. She’d seen all the leaking fluids that dripped out the end, knowing that she didn’t want them in her mouth. “No, I can’t do that,” she said defiantly; she couldn’t do the act he asked. Her father watched not far away; he’d see her do it.
William knew what it would require. His hand reached out and slapped her face, hard, stunning her as her head was rocked to one side, her white cheek turned pink from the blow. Tears ran from her eyes as she looked back at him. He pushed his cock back in front of her face.
Her face stung and she saw stars when he hit her. She didn’t expect that, but she should have. His hands reached out to her, but she recoiled, afraid he’d hit her again, but his hands went to the sides of her head to push her hair from her face. He pulled her face closer to his cock as it bobbed in front of her lips. Tears fell from her eyes, not from the pain but the shame of what he wanted her to do.
“Open your mouth,” he warned her again. His cock bounced in front of her lips, excited over her hot breath that blew on it.
She sobbed now, knowing what she’d have to do, but that didn’t make it any easier. She saw the purple head glisten with his dried juices and more drops formed on the very tip. That would be the part that entered her mouth first, touching her tongue and soiling it. She didn’t know what it would taste like, but she feared it. She shifted on her knees as her lips moved so close she could almost feel the heat of his cock. She closed her eyes as her mouth opened and tears fell from her eyes. Her lips trembled in fear as they opened wider until she felt his cock touch her lower lip. The minute it did, it jerked up and slapped hard against her upper lip, falling back down as she moved her head closer. She could feel the head of his cock stretch her lips as it slowly sank into her mouth. She pushed her tongue to the side so it wouldn’t touch his cock, but her lips slowly closed over the smooth, wet head of his cock. She moved her head forward until her lips grasped it just beneath the thick head and then pulled back, keeping her lips tight as his cock withdrew from her mouth. It finally slipped out of her mouth as she sobbed, feeling his juices stain her lips. His cock stood out in front of her mouth, eager to return to her mouth, but she cried louder now, shamed at what she did.
“Open your mouth, Bridget, and take my cock back inside.” His voice rose higher as he demanded her obedience. He loved her soft cries, the tears that fell from her eyes, but she opened her mouth and her head slid forward until once again the head of his cock was encased in her tight lips and hot mouth. He couldn’t help himself, drops of cum leaked out, and he saw the grimace on her face when it leaked in her mouth.
She felt his cock slip through her lips again, this time, her tongue didn’t get out of the way fast enough, and she tasted the foul, thick crème that leaked out onto her tongue. It flooded her mouth with the salty, acrid taste of his juices, shuddering from the unwelcome taste. Her head slid forward and she took the head all the way into her mouth then back out; Bridget made sure that she kept her lips tight over the smooth head. She moved her head back down, taking his cock back into her mouth, sliding d
eeper this time. She felt the head of his cock slide across her tongue, leaving more of his foul juices, but she had to continue. Her lips slid down the shaft, feeling every vein and ridge on his cock slide over her lips. Back up, her lips stayed tight, even on the head as his cock drew out, but this time, she didn’t let it fall free. While the head sat on her lips, she moved forward and took it back in, deeper this time.
“You’re very good, Bridget. Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”
She shook her head no, but she didn’t let it fall out. Her head began to move back and forth, just as her hand had done on his cock. More of his juices flooded from the head, but there was nothing she could do but continue this degrading act. She refused to look at the other men or her father, shamed at what she was doing.
“Take it deeper into your mouth, Bridget. I have a lot of cock outside your lips.” Her hot, wet mouth and tight lips felt so good, but she was just getting started. She sucked well, but it was slow and deliberate. She took more in her mouth, but he wasn’t pleased yet. She pulled back and his cock fell out. “Keep your hands still. Open your mouth.” William was eager.
She knew he was dissatisfied with what she did so far, but she feared him. She opened her mouth, and she felt his hand go to the back of her head and hold it tight. He pushed with his hips, and she found her mouth filled with his cock; this time, he controlled her head. He forced her to take it deeper.
“Down on my cock, take it deeper, Bridget.” He let her head move on her own, though he kept his hand on the back to make sure that she obeyed. He loved the way she looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, but it was pure lust he felt when her mouth engulfed his cock in her sweet lips. “Faster, suck faster and deeper.”
Her head moved back and forth, feeling his cock slide through her lips as she took more of it. It went to the back of her mouth, sliding over her wet tongue. Spit filled her mouth in hopes to make it slide easier. Her head rocked back and forth.
He needed more. He began to thrust with his hips, fucking her mouth as his hands clenched her head tight to keep her submissively in place. “Let me feel your tongue run over my cock and keep your lips tight while I fuck your mouth.”
She was afraid of how deep he’d go. His hips moved frantically, driving his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly as his powerful hands dug into the sides of her head and kept her still so he could drive his cock in straight to the back of her mouth with each powerful thrust. He fucked her mouth so fast and more of his juices soiled her mouth, mixing with her spit with the foul taste. Then, he pulled her head down onto his cock but he didn’t let her back off. The head of his cock slammed to the back of her mouth. She could feel the big head pushed against the tiny opening of her throat.
He felt her panic, but he held her tight and her hands stayed behind her back as if she was bound. He felt the head of his cock have some success, twisting his hips from side to side to see if he could drive his cock deeper into her mouth and down her reluctant throat. He loved the gags from deep in her mouth and the way her chest heaved as she choked on his cock. “I see you love my cock, Bridget.” Her sobs grew louder.
He let her back off, but as soon as his cock slipped out, he wanted it back. “Suck it, Bridget. Take it all the way down the shaft. I want it in deep. You’ll love it when it goes down your throat.”
She cried loudly, but her mouth opened and she took him back in. Her lips tightened as she twisted her head so she could engulf more of his cock. If she didn’t please him, he’d shove it down her throat. She changed the angle so more of it would go straight, going to the back of her mouth and plugging her throat. It was too big to go down her throat, but she tried anyway. It made her gag, just as he’d done, and she found the head began to be compressed by her tight throat. When she gagged, her throat opened wider and the head slipped deeper inside. She had to spit it out; her saliva drooled out of her mouth as she coughed and struggled to breathe.
“Try this, Lord William.” He handed him a small tin of white crème.
“What is it?” Bridget was scared of it.
“It’s chicken fat. Put it on the end of your cock, Lord William, and then shove your cock as deep as you can in her mouth. See if you can breach her throat.”
“NNNNO…,” but her words were cut short when Lord William quickly put a large dab of the white chicken fat on the end of his cock and he gripped her head. Her mouth opened in protest, but it was quickly filled with his cock. It slid over her tongue to the back of her mouth as his fingers dug painfully into her scalp. The head slammed into the back of her mouth and fought to get into her throat. She gagged on the thick cock that tried to suffocate her with its thickness, but he pushed harder, and she could feel the head of his cock slowly sink into her gullet. He jerked back and forth, never pulling out far, always pushing in deeper. Her stomach turned as his cock slowly sank deep into her mouth and the head of his cock sank into her belly.
He succeeded. The head of his cock felt like it was compressed in an iron vise, but the chicken fat made it slide easier. Her throat opened up when she gagged, making it open wider, so he pushed harder with his hips and felt her throat muscles ripple along the head to try to force it out. “Take my cock, Bridget; you love it going down your throat. I knew you would. Your father is so proud of you, sucking my cock, and taking it in your throat.”
She couldn’t do anything but submit. Her throat burned as his cock slid down like a snake burrowing into a hole. She knew everyone watched her suck his cock, but she had to contend with the thick cock that threatened to suffocate her. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to fill her lungs, starved of air, but Lord William cared little for her except for his pleasure. He wouldn’t pull his cock from her throat; her stomach heaved as she tried to survive. She used her tongue on the shaft of his cock in her mouth, but he still continued to breach her throat. He used short punches of his hips to drive his cock head in and out of her throat to rub it raw as the muscles of her throat revolted.
Philip knelt down behind her, with his special device in his hand. Her hands still grasped each other submissively, not fighting Lord William off in spite of his cock that pushed deep into her throat. He saw the tears flow from her eyes and the spit roll down her chin, gagging and choking as Lord Williams used her mouth ruthlessly for his pleasure. He pushed the device between her legs, finding the soft fold of her pussy lips as the clamshell bulb at the top sought out her pleasure button with the thick ridges. He felt her body jerk when he was successful, and he began to work over her pleasure button as she shuddered.
Now, she had Dr. Philip rub her pleasure button. She couldn’t resist the expert touch of the device, scratching and stroking her in ways she didn’t understand. Lord William continued to drive the cock in and out of her mouth, using all his strength to pull her head down as more of his cock slipped into her gullet. It was as though he tried to drive it into her belly. Then, he suddenly pulled out of her throat as she gasped around his cock that split her lips to suck in precious air. He began to fuck her mouth with deep, penetrating thrusts that made her choke each time he pushed in and his cock slipped back into her throat as her reluctant muscles tried to push him out. She was ashamed of the noises that came from her mouth and belly as her throat was pierced continually by his rampaging cock. All the while, Dr. Philip’s worked over her pleasure button with such skill that made it hard and tender. He’d made her cum twice, and she was sure it would soon be three times. She didn’t know how, but he did.
Lord William knew he’d cum soon enough, so he slowed the pace of the penetration in her throat. He drove deep inside, holding her head up against him until he felt her soft skin rubbed by his wiry pubic hairs. Then, he made her choke as he rotated his hips to open up her throat wider. Her mouth opened wide as she gagged, and she struggled to pull away, but he held her firmly in his grip.
Lord William wouldn’t last much longer and neither would Bridget. Dr. Philip’s device scraped, teased, and taunted her pleasure button as it swelle
d with her blood. His other hand slid around her buttocks, caressing them as he sought out her crack. He found it slick with sweat, sliding up until he felt the raised bud of her anus. His finger stopped there, and he heard her muffled cry as his finger pushed against the reluctant muscles, but with a cock in her mouth, all that came out was unintelligent garble.
She tried to move her butt away from the finger that touched her in such a place, but the finger moved with her. Lord William drove in and out of her throat; gurgling spit ran out of her mouth, mixed with his foul seed that flooded it. She couldn’t resist the pleasure that built up in her body, in spite of the finger that sought entrance in a place where it shouldn’t go. She couldn’t control the muscles in her anus, but it was as though they were connected to her pleasure button. She didn’t understand how it could drive such feelings from a place, but she couldn’t deny it. Lord William was relentless, fucking her mouth with such brutality, her throat repeatedly breached by this cock. He was ready to cum, and she couldn’t do anything about it. “GGLLUGH!” She cried out when she felt a finger sink into her anus, forcing the tiny hole to stretch open to accept the demanding finger. It felt like a snake slid into her rectum to push hard against the soft elastic walls as her muscles tried to push it out. She was being rubbed front and back as well as her mouth used like her sex, fucked by a cock, and all she could do was feel the pleasure build up in her body.
Reluctantly, William pulled out of her throat and felt her tongue instantly go to work on lathering over the head. She knew that if she didn’t please him with her lips and tongue, he’d be back in her throat. He felt her tongue swirl over the head of his cock. He was ready. He grabbed the shaft of his cock, his fingers tight around it just as Bridget had done. He stroked it as he aimed it at her face. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I’ll have you whipped if you move away. I’m going to cum in your mouth.”