"Yes Sir" she says breathlessly.
Her head is forced down again and onto his cock. Hardness fills her mouth and the tip of his cock touches her throat." She moans and then gags and chokes. Saliva follows her mouth as it is pulled off his cock.
"Like that," he says huskily, "or I'll do it for you, bitch." His hand releases from her hair.
She nods and bends her mouth to take his wet cock into her throat. She alternates between sucking and licking, sometimes taking him fully into her mouth to gag and choke. Often, his hand reaches down and hold her head there, pushing her further. Her eyes water and tears stream down her face. She can't breathe. She moans.
"You really like that cock in your mouth, don't you? You just love sucking that dick. What a cum slut you are."
When she feels like her mouth can take no more, his hand wraps in her hair and pulls her up until she is standing. His hands leave her hair and wrap around her throat.
"You are a mess. Look what a mess you are. Do you like being a mess?"
She nods, feeling his strong hands gripping her throat. She touches his hands, so strong.
His hands leave her throat and grab her breasts roughly. She gasps from his touch. His hands clench her breasts and twist her nipples. She whines and moans. He shakes her slightly by pulling on her nipples. The pain is intense and bursts through her body. She gasps deeply, loudly.
"You like being used by me, don't you?" he says calmly.
"Yes Sir" she says, the words caught in her throat, breathless.
"You like being my whore, don't you?" His words deepen again.
"Yes Sir" she says, whining at the last word and he turns her around.
He pulls her toward him by grabbing her ass, still in her panties. He moves his mouth toward her and sucks on her breasts. Biting the nipples, sucking, marking her, leaving bruises on her skin and on the fading bruises already on her breasts. She moans loudly and arches her back. Her pussy is wet in her panties and her hips reach for his body. Wanting him, wanting his hardness inside her.
He grabs her breasts again roughly and spins her around. She sways slightly from the movement.
"Turn around, slut." he whispers roughly in her ear.
His massive arms wrap around her, pinning her arms to her body as his hands reach into her panties. She feels his fingers slide into wetness, softness. She moans and moves back against his hard cock.
"You cum when I tell you that you can," he says huskily in her ear, "and not until I say you can. Do you understand?"
She moans deeply and manages a whispery "Yes Sir."
His fingers continue their exploration, inside her, circling her clit, pinching her clit. Her wetness grows and she loses her thoughts except the one that he commanded - no cumming. Her body is in agony as his fingers continue grabbing her clit and sliding into her soaking wet pussy.
His hand pulls away from her pussy and, as his arms release her arms, she feels him pull her hands behind her back. Rope binds around her wrist and tightens.
He grabs her by the throat from behind. She feels his hard cock pressing against her.
"No cumming until I allow it."
She nods slightly, still feeling his strong fingers around her windpipe.
"Get on the bed."
