"Open your mouth, slave."
As your cruel command penetrated my ears, your lover lowered his fat, filthy cock toward my defiant, closed lips. I felt repulsed by the knowledge that I would have to do this for you. Betray my very sexuality. The essence of who I used to be. I know that you knew that, and I also knew that was exactly why you were doing it, and that it turned you on to do so.
"Open your mouth. NOW, my slave!"
I immediately opened my mouth wide, in fear of making her more angry. As his massive cock slowly crept lower, and closer to my face, I took in the aroma. Sweat, come, lube, and the smell of your sweet pussy filled my senses. The scent of you was almost enough to make the repulsive act palatable. Then, the aroma of your divine gift hit me. I grew harder in the cage and craned my head upwards quickly, and took him into my mouth for you.
I swirled my tongue around the massive, filthy head, cleaning the shit, come, and juices from it. After a few seconds, I felt him insert another inch or so. Swirl, suck, clean, repeat. It kept coming. He was almost as big soft, as I'd seen him hard. At about 3 or 4 inches, I gagged as the head hit the back of my throat. He pulled out and looked over at you.
"Put it back in, and keep going. I want to see him take it all in." My heart raced in fear and anguish as he began lowering it into my mouth. One, two, three,...gag.