Is death by pussy even a thing? I will make it a thing.
And if I survive … this will still feed me for days.
Oh, the poet in me is screaming for words right now, but she won’t allow me to say them.
“Keep that tongue on my clit,” she growls. “Stop thinking and do what I tell you to do.”
Fuck. Yes, ma’am.
“Fuck,” she mewls, crushing my head with her thighs as she clenches.
She grips my package so tightly I squeal, but she silences me with her thighs.
“You said you wanted to die, now take it. Take it like a good boy. That’s it.”
She zips me down and pulls out my hard-on, stroking me until my balls tighten.
“Fuck,” I whimper underneath her.
“I didn’t say you could talk.”
She tightens the noose again, and my head begins to spin. My nails dig into the chair’s armrests as she continues to stroke me until I can barely hold it.
“Don’t you dare come,” she growls. “I want to use you as my personal stress relief toy.”
She rubs herself on top of my nose while shoving my face between her crevice, forcing me to lick out her pussy while she squeezes the life out of my shaft.
The pain shoots up all through my body and back to my balls, and when she grasps them, I swear I’m a goner.
“Go on, then. Whimper for me.”
She squeezes my balls so tightly I let out a squeak, and she laughs.
“Good boy.”
My hard-on bobs up and down from her sheer cruelty. This is what I want. This is what I’ve always been looking for—a goddess like her to stomp out the will to live. But this is a very special, alternative route, I must admit.
“You want to keep your secret? Tell me or don’t tell me the truth, I will find out … one way or another.” She squeezes my balls and the rope so harshly I nearly faint.
Suddenly, she releases both, and I can feel the oxygen filling my goddamn body, invigorating my cock with greed. Greed for more, so much fucking more.
She slaps my shaft, and I yelp, but she shoves her clit into my mouth instead.
“I’m gonna come, and you’re going to lap it all up,” she groans, rubbing herself on my face. “God, it feels so good to fuck with you. I’m going to leave you drained and spent.”
Fuck yes, I’m nearly ready to beg for her to just give it to me so I can die in peace.
She tightens the reins again, my throat clamped shut as she uses me to her heart’s content. Her clit thumps against my tongue, and she moans out loud.
She’s coming. I can feel it.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
The throbbing continues, and I lap it all up as her wetness pours out of her slit. My tongue spears her, desperate for more of these delicious juices.
Until she squeezes my balls so tightly, I nearly explode.
“Now beg,” she hisses as she slowly lowers herself to sit on my chest, still suffocating me.
