“Earn your fucking meal, Vesp.” He says it like he knows me. He thinks he fucking knows me. But he's nothing more than a twisted voyeur. He sees what he wants when he watches, not what really is.
His cock awaits at attention inches from my face. I could bite it. But that's just a fleeting thought. I want to survive this, not get my head bashed in by this freakishly strong psycho.
“Take it in your mouth.”
My pussy throbs, begging for the fulfillment it was promised as I trepidatiously purse my lips around his wide shaft. “Take it all the way, Vesp,” he rasps, pushing his hips so that he hits the back of my throat. I gag, which prompts his acerbic chuckle. He pulls back and then in again. Out and in. Out and in. Fucking my mouth.
“I bet Carter never fucked you like this,” he mocks. “That little bitch.”
Tears leak from my eyes, but at this point, I can't tell if it's from choking or despair.
“Your ass from this angle…fuck, Vesp.” Underneath his intensely throaty voice is the soft hum of relaxed pleasure.
I peer up, remaining on all fours, like an obedient pet, as he takes my mouth for his pleasure.
“One day I'm going to fuck that ass and watch my cum drip out of it. And you'll be begging for it.”
I want to clamp down so badly, especially as my jaw tires. But I battle through. I need the spoils of my efforts.
He's all rippled muscles, and sweat, and filth. Eyes that reveal no soul or depth, clear as a demon's. His round lips framed by black fabric. So many times I imagined a version of this as Carter was inside of me, never thinking it could be a reality. Thinking I was safe from my own twisted fantasies.
He groans, extending his neck and hips, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
“Your fucking mouth,” he grunts, pulling out and gripping his cock in his calloused hand, pulling my hair to angle me upwards. He jerks faster and lets out a deep groan as he comes on my face, neck and breasts.
I don't fight him, it's far too late for that now. He cleansed me, and now he's dirtying me with his cum.
“You look fucking beautiful,” he moans. It's not sarcastic or mocking, he says it the way a man would after his girl has made herself up. “Lick your lips, Vesp,” he orders, still holding his cock and my hair.
“Lick,” he repeats, rubbing the still-hard erection against my nipple dripping with his cum.
I dart out my tongue, tasting a little of the saltiness.
“More.”
I do it again, this time taking a little more.
He looks down on me with pure lust. Eyes that see only me. A woman he selected and painted with his cum. His art. I ache below, my pussy still waiting for her turn. But I also ache at the fact that at this moment I could feel a smidgen of anything but total and utter rage.
I wish he would relieve me. I don't like him. Oh no—I hate him. But just like food, I'll take his mouth right now, just to make the pulsing stop. Just to have the touch of another for a few moments longer before I am alone again for hours or days. Of course, I can't say those words. I won't.
He stands up, his normally grounded stance a bit wobbly, walking to the wash bucket. His ass is firm, like that of someone who doesn't shy away from lifting heavy things. He grabs the towel, dipping a portion of it in the soapy water. He wipes my face, breasts and neck of his semen.
He puts his pants back on and grabs a brown paper bag and a jug of water, dropping them in front of me. Despite starvation, my nerves are too taut to eat. All I can think of is the feeling between my legs that won't go away.
He collects everything, so that he can make it in one trip and without saying a word, he walks up the stairs, leaving me to enjoy my earnings.
But I can't. Not until I make the sensation of being on the precipice disappear.
She's stubborn. Sometimes when a mare kicks too hard you have to pull back. Sometimes pushing too much only promotes resistance. I left her alone so she could realize how badly she wanted me to finish her off. Next time, she'll know better.
I wanted to wait a little longer before getting myself off. My tongue in her pussy would have given me enough fodder for a day's worth of orgasms. Problem is, this woman is like an antidote to my plans. She wanted to make a deal. She's learning faster than I anticipated. I just couldn't help upping the ante.
Fuck was it worth it, seeing her smooth, unmarred skin covered in my cum. Rubbing my scent on her body. I didn't shower on purpose. I want to come back later and smell myself on her. A reminder she's mine and I marked her.
She didn't charge the bag of food like I expected. I think I know why. So when I get upstairs, I decide to prowl my own house, trench crawling to one of the small basement windows, peeking in just enough so that she won't see me.
She's already fingering herself when I get there. Lying back on the blanket, her shapely legs spread open, her eyes closed. She's thinking of me. She's letting herself cave into what she wants. She's obstinate so she won't give me the satisfaction. I'll take it anyway.