Josh just chuckled and, leaning over her back, he grabs her face with his ‘clean’ hand and turns it to the side further, shoving his sticky fingers into her mouth and rubbing them on her tongue “Lick it up girl… I want my fingers cleaned. Look at this mess… you really liked that didn’t you…” laughing softly as she sucks his fingers obediently.
Rachel was torn between fascination with her own taste… disgust at the feeling of his fingers squirming in her mouth… she just wanted to suck his fingers free of her juices as quickly as possible so that he’d get them out of her mouth…
After the immediate satisfaction of making her taste herself subsided, Josh realized that her tongue felt… fucking amazing… rubbing on his fingers while she sucked them between her full lips, and his cock reasserted it’s urgency with a painful throb… he had been so hard for so long the head was nearly purple and angry-looking, veins standing out it stark relief… he gave a long, hungry look at her dripping pussy and tiny, wrinkled anus… but the feeling of her mouth on his fingers was too much temptation and he grabs Rachel up by her bound wrists, thinking fast, and flips her back over on her back, her head face-up and looking so hot with her hair all wet and stuck to it, mouth open and gasping for breath because the many layers of stockings tied over her eyes and nose are so soaked now they’re almost impossible to breathe through without getting a noseful of sweat and tears. He lovingly brushes some strands away from her mouth and cheeks before tugging her head over the edge of the bed. Continuing to stroke her face, now hanging upside down, he murmurs “I don’t wanna feel your teeth, slut… I will punch you in your fucking face every time you scrape me. Break your pretty little nose… ” he pauses and taps the end if it gently through the fabric “I don’t want to do that, but believe me when I say; I will.”
Rachel sobs helplessly and nods, managing a slobbery, breathless “I won’t… I swear…” before she felt the head of his cock pressed against her lips… she fights the urge to panic, wondering how she’ll breathe with it in her mouth… he wastes no time, pushing past her lips and all she can think is… ‘do it good, and it’ll be over faster…’ before taking a big breath as he shoves his cock in her mouth… grateful she can sneak a breath around him here and there she starts to relax, thinking he must not be too big… but it just kept coming, pressing against the back of her mouth until she tilted her head and he started to fight his way into her throat… she fought to keep her lips curled over her teeth and rub her tongue against his length as he completely blocks her windpipe… sucking wet, tiny breaths through her nose she slowly starts to get lightheaded and he pulls back a bit and pushes again, harder, further… it felt like the pulsing length would never end, it was getting into her throat as she struggled to swallow around it to keep from choking while her head swam more and more… weakness spreading… and she realized she was really suffocating on his cock! She thought ‘I’m going to die like this!’ as she felt herself losing consciousness…
Josh fought not to explode at the first touch of her soft, wet tongue on his oversensitive head, pausing for just a moment before pushing onwards, determined to have his balls resting on her upturned nose… he could hear the thin, wheezing breaths she sucked through the stocking, and realized as he felt her start to thrash weakly and then slow so quickly that she was really going… fucking choking to death on his cock… and the idea was so insanely hot that with a groan that was almost pleading and one last push he started to cum… deep throbbing pulses that made him feel drained. Yanking his cock free, he rubbed it furiously as it continued to spurt, slower now while she sucked huge, gasping, sobbing breaths, crying aloud with relief and fear, not even noticing the heavy streams of cum landing on her face and neck as she shook the fog of immenent death out of her oxygen-starved brain.
Rachel could hardly believe it when the assault on her throat stopped just as she was losing consciousness… gulping great breaths she swallowed his cum without even thinking, grateful to be alive. The haze was starting to lift, leaving in it’s place a terrible weakness, tiredness, and the beginnings of a headache… her whole body was a riot of pain as clarity returned.
Josh slapped his slowly softening cock against her moist, huffing cheeks, working on his own fog, pretty sure he had never cum harder in his life. Suddenly all he wanted was sleep… and his idea to keep her the whole weekend now seemed like… perfect. He leaned over, releasing the knots that held her ankles to her thighs, leaving them bound to each other. He slowly straightens Rachel’s legs, seeing her wince in pain at the cramps from being bound so tightly and so long. He rubbed her thighs and calves, marveling at their pale, creamy beauty… listening to her whimper in fear and sigh in appreciation. Rolling her onto one side of the bed and back on her stomach, he helps her turn her head to one side, the takes the extra rope at her ankles and ties them to the end of the bed securely. He flopped onto the bed next to her, taking the end of the cord around her wrists he looped it around one of his and said in a gentle, though still raspy and fake voice “I’m tired. I want to sleep. You are stuck with me until I decide I want to let you go, I hope you figured that out… because if you wake me up moving around over there, I will just fucking kill you and be done with you. I had no idea what a whore you’d be… and I’m going to use you just like you really want me to, for this whole weekend. If you manage not to piss me off you’ll live through it and you’ll be rid of me… until then I want complete obdience. Do you understand me, slut?”
Rachel nodded weakly and muttered something like “anything you say…”, relaxed into the mattress, and was snoring softly again within moments.
Josh laughed again quietly, images of what he was going to do to her for the next two long days flashing through his brain as he too drifted off.
(I welcome input and ideas! I will probably write at least two more chapters, one each for Saturday and Sunday… the only limits for what he can do to Rachel are ones that would have lasting physical results past the weekend, more than the soreness already foreshadowed. :D)
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