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“Holy fuck,” I groan as I cum, my juices streaming out of my pussy and onto his face. He opens his mouth to accept my offering.
“That’s right,” I say. “Drink it up you little bitch.”
Mark’s face is soaking wet. His eyes are wide and excited and he has a big smile on his face. His cock is sticking straight up, evidence that he’s enjoying himself.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say.
“I fucking love it,” he says.
“Yeah, it looks like it. Let’s see how you like this.”
I drop to my knees, straddling him, and sit down on his chest. I scoot forward until my cock is lying on top of his face. I smack him with it a couple of times, then slip it into his mouth.
Gripping Mark’s head with my hands, I fuck his face, hammering my cock in and out of his mouth as quickly as I can. His eyes are leaking tears and his face is red from exertion. He is gagging and saliva is dripping everywhere but I don’t let up, face-fucking him without mercy.
Staring down at him, my face inches from his, our eyes locked together, I say: “How about now? Are you enjoying yourself now?”
Mark’s mouth is too full to reply. But based on the hacking and coughing coming out of his mouth he isn’t having very much fun. But I am. In fact, I’m having the time of my life. I knew full well that if the roles were reversed, it would be quite a disturbing scene. And hell, maybe it still is. But I don’t give a shit. It’s not like Mark didn’t know what he was getting into tonight. He had plenty of chances to back out before now and he never took one. Plus, if his cock can be offered as evidence (and I don’t see any reason why it can’t) he is thoroughly enjoying this. Or at least, his body is.
Still, I want to use Mark for more things tonight, so I pull my cock out of his mouth and let him get some air. Not because I feel sorry for him, but because I don’t want to use him up too quickly.
Once he’s caught his breath, I fuck his face some more.
To his credit, he takes it like a man, not once backing out or trying to push me away. I know that on some level he enjoys this, no matter how extreme the indignities thrust upon him.
I pull my cock out of his mouth, turn around, and stick my ass in his face.
“See that?” I ask, fingering myself. “See how wet you’re making me?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says as best he can with my pussy attached to his face.
“Watching you choke and gag with my cock in your mouth like that, it makes my pussy so fucking wet.” I open up my pussy lips and push backwards until his mouth and nose are smashed up against my flesh.
“See how wet it is,” I ask “See how wet you make my pussy? Too bad you’re not going to get stick your dick in it.”
I give him a moment to catch his breath then back into him again, this time pressing my asshole up against his mouth.
“What really turns me on is watching you suffer,” I say. “And hearing you scream in pain. You do want to turn me on, right?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, the words muffled by my ass.
“I know you do,” I say.
And to that end, I climb off him and grab a handful of his hair and pull him to his feet and lead him over to the dining room table, dragging him along by the hair. It’s time to take things to the next level.
Once we arrive at the dining room table I push him up against it, his cock hovering right above it and his ass to me.
“Bend over at the waist,” I tell him, pushing on his upper back.
He does so, his chest lying on the table.
I slap him on the ass.
“Legs straight,” I say. “No slacking.”
His legs straighten up.
Even with my platform heels on, Mark is a couple inches taller than me, but our hips are at basically the same level, which is all that really matters. Leaning over him, my head just to the side of his, my tits pressed up against his back, my strap-one lying on the crack of his ass, I whisper in his ear.
