The words were echoing in Brenda’s head; she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. ‘Give him a blow job?’ she asked herself. ‘He must be joking,’ she half-heartedly tried to convince herself. ‘Surely he doesn’t expect me to suck his filthy dick …’ Brenda spotted the growing bulge in Carmine’s pants, only imagining its size and girth. He must be larger than Mitch, she quietly told herself.
Mitch! It was only then, that she remembered, Mitch, sitting right next to Carmine. A sudden rush of guilt and shame rushed through her body as she looked upon her defeated husband. How could she think of anyone else other than her husband at this point? He looked as if he was in so much pain, sitting straight up in the chair, his eyes nearly swollen shut. She could not tell if he was looking at her or not. All she could tell by his hanging head was that he had given up the fight.
Returning her thoughts to Carmine, she wondered if he really expected her to do as he said, especially with Mitch sitting on his left. His leering gaze answered her unspoken question. He WAS serious! She contemplated defying him, but thought better of it, noting what happened to Mitch. Brenda swallowed hard, trying to gather up enough courage to do as ordered. Her chest rose with each deep breath she inhaled, pushing her chest out, enhancing the view of her cleavage. With determined strength, she raised herself from the seat, never taking her eyes off Carmine’s crotch. She couldn’t bear the humiliation of looking at his smirking face. She could feel her own face turn a crimson red as her own embarrassment grew.
Forgetting her instructions, Brenda took a step towards Carmine. Suddenly the bark of, “on your knees, bitch,” reminded her of her torment and humiliation. Brenda slowly lowered to her knees in front of everyone there. The tears began flowing once again as the ultimate humiliation was about to begin. Placing one hand in front of the other, Brenda began crawling towards Carmine, who was now parting his knees, making his crotch available to her when she reached him. When Brenda looked up, she watched Carmine rub his hand along his growing bulge, readying himself for her. The large bulge, once again caused Brenda to wonder how well endowed he really was. She knew she was about to find out.
Mitch sat by, helplessly watching through half-shut eyes as his lovely wife slinked across the carpeted floor, to pay off ‘HIS’ bad debt. He felt terrible, subjecting his prized pearl to this punishment. He wished the two of them were alone, and she was slinking towards him, knowing what was coming next. Something odd was happening to Mitch though. Whether it was his thought of Brenda slinking towards him, or the sight of her exposed cleavage as she swayed crawling across the floor, Mitch was becoming aroused also. When he realized this, he became disgusted with himself, knowing he would not be the recipient of his wife’s oral talents.
Brenda never noticed Mitch’s growing erection, as she became more acutely aware of Carmine’s. She was now kneeling in front of Carmine with tear-stained cheeks, looking at him for some indication of approval. She secretly hoped that all the dramatics was just a test, and that it would stop now.
Carmine did offer approval, “That’s a good girl.” However, that was not the end of the ordeal. He quickly and deftly undid the shining gold belt buckle, opened his pants and freed his raging hard on. He waved it around in front of Brenda’s face before smacking it against her a couple of times. “C’mon! Let’s see what kind of a cock sucker you are.”
Brenda was astonished at how quickly he presented his boner. She was even more awed by its enormous size. She guessed it was nearly a foot long and at least three inches thick. He was definitely larger than Mitch. Once again she reminded herself of Mitch, darted her eyes in his direction, and could only see his form sitting there before the hardening cock smacked her in the face. Tears began flowing again. Brenda convinced herself, the only way she would make it through this ordeal was to forget about Mitch, and distance herself from what she was doing. She did just that.
Envisioning a porn movie with sleazy tramps, Brenda ‘acted’ the role. Placing her hands on Carmine’s knees for support, she parted her lips and slipped out her tongue. Her eyes closed, Brenda felt the fat flesh fall upon her taste buds. The musky smell filled her nostrils as she laved the length of his lance. Brenda licked up and down along the shaft, coating the shaft with her saliva.
Carmine grabbed Brenda’s hair again. “I don’t want a lollipop licking little girl. I want a cock-sucking slut!” He pushed his angry purple-headed fuck stick past her parted lips, watching the crown disappear behind her stretched lips. Still grasping her hair, Carmine pushed Brenda down onto his pole, forcing his head to the back of her throat. “That’s it. Now suck it!”
Brenda gagged momentarily as the fat head stretched her mouth beyond believable proportions, pushing towards her pipes. She was at the mercy of his hand, controlling her movements. All she could do was try her best to relax, and let him fuck her face. Again, she was ‘watching’ a porn movie, where the slut began deepthroating the big-cock stud. Before she knew it, Brenda realized her nose was being tickled by the coarse pubic hairs in front of her face. His cock was buried in her throat to the hilt. It was the first time she was ever able to do that, and a sudden rush of accomplishment surged through her body.
Unfortunately, for Brenda, that surge of euphoria, associated with the accomplishment, transcended into a sense of horniness, which Carmine picked up on immediately. He heard the tiny groan escape from between Brenda’s lips, as his cock slid deep into her throat. Carmine matched her groan as she came back up for air, only to go back down again, without any force from Carmine. Brenda was actually doing this voluntarily now, seeming to enjoy the fact that she was able to please the overgrown man. Carmine braced his arms on the chair as Brenda swallowed the slick shaft with ease, milking it as her muscles moved along the thick veins. He could feel the lava boiling in his nuts as Brenda made him hotter and hotter. He wanted to hold back, he wanted to last longer, but the sensations traveling along his prick were simply too enjoyable. Without any warning, he shot his load deep into Brenda’s hungry, unexpecting throat.
Brenda’s eyes opened and widened as she felt Carmine’s prick pulse. She could feel his fire hose fill as the pressure passed by her lips. Before she had a chance to ready herself, Brenda’s throat was coated with hot, thick syrupy liquid. She could feel it slowly drip into her stomach as another jet pulsed, filling her throat again. She didn’t have an option but to swallow each jet. Two more forceful blasts erupted from the hot rod before the remaining spittle rested on her taste buds. It wasn’t until then that Brenda noticed the slightly salty taste.
Carmine lifted her head from his lap and sent her back to her seat. Brenda never realized she had a small dribble of semen leaking from the corner of her mouth as she sat down. Carmine rose from his seat and zipped up, making himself presentable once more.
|