He laughed, causing her stomach to turn again, and pulled her hair, leading her down, pushing her mouth to his balls. Another thing he had trained her for. She immediately begin to lick them despite the odd, uncomfortable angle her neck was at. As she sucked one into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, he moaned slightly.
"Do you want my load on your face or in your mouth, slut?" he asked as her tongue and lips ran over his balls, slowly, gently.
"I don't care, sir," she said inbetween sucking and licking. "I love to swallow your delicious cum, sir." She took the other one into her mouth, sucking hard. "I love having your cum all over my slutty face, sir." Another victorious laugh from Ryan and he pulled her head back up, forcing her mouth back down on his cock. He continued to grip her hair, controlling her tempo as he made her bob her head up and down almost uncomfortably fast. Her neck was getting sore, her knees were getting sore and her bound wrists now ached.
"Moan, whore," he grunted, his breathing growing quicker. Julia complied, moaning around the girth filling her mouth, moaning like the slut she knew she had become, moaning because, despite herself, she enjoyed having a hard cock inside her, no matter the circumstances. She continued to bob as quickly as she could, hoping to keep up with the grip he had on her hair, letting him fuck her mouth.
And then he stopped, releasing her hair and gripping the back of her neck, forcing her head down as far she could handle, the head of his cock passing into her throat, gagging her, cutting off her air. He held her there, filling her mouth entirely, gripping her neck tightly, his sadism beginning to show through. She shuffled forward on her knees slightly, trying to alleviate some of the pain in her neck, but he continued to hold her.
She started to feel a pain in her chest from not having air to breathe and begin to struggle, her hands beginning to pull against the zip-tie, grasping at empty space, as she tried to pull her head up, tried to get a breath. He continued to hold her for seconds afterward before releasing her, her head snapping up with such force that she fell backward onto her ass, cough and choking. Her face was red, tears staining her cheeks, her black tie now covered in spit and drool.
"Fuck you," she hissed as she gasped, catching her breath, the fire in her lungs dying down to be replaced with the fire in her wrists. He simply smiled and begin to stroke his spit-slick cock, causing her to glare harder. He let her take a few minutes to catch her breath, keeping himself hard as she did.
"Do you still want those days off, Julia?" he asked after the color had returned to her face. She looked at him, her eyes full of anger, then to his cock. She sat in silence for a minute before crawling back to her knees and shuffling forward, leaning back down and taking him back in her mouth.
"Such a good little cocksucker," he cooed. "Final stretch now." As he said this, she could taste the pre-cum that seeped out as he had stroked himself and this gave her enough encouragement to suck harder, faster, knowing it would be over soon. He placed his hand on the back of her hand, but gently this time, resting it there and letting her do all the work herself.
Finally, her efforts paid off, for him at least, as he pushed her head down and held it, his cock beginning to twitch as the first surge erupted out, cum spraying to the back of her mouth and all over her tongue. As the second jet shot into Julia's mouth, she moaned loudly, another lesson she has been taught. She knelt there, waiting, as spurt after spurt of his thick seed poured into her soft mouth, the sound of his grunting giving her indication when it would start to slow. Once there were several healthy loads of cum in her mouth, she swallowed the sticky mess, clearing her mouth for more of his salty jism.
She ended up swallowing three large loads before he removed his hand from the back of her head. As he started to go soft, she sucked the entire length of his shaft a few times to clean off any remaining traces of his cum, before leaning back, subconsciously licking her lips. Ryan's eyes were closed and Julia was forced to sit quietly for several minutes, her knees aching, her wrists burning, while he recovered.
Finally, after what felt like far too long, he opened his eyes and gestured for her to stand and turn around. She sighed deeply as he finally cut the zip-tie, freeing her wrists, which she immediately begin to rub. She turned around and Ryan shook his head: her shirt was damp at the top from sweat and saliva, her tie soaked with spit, drool and a few drops of semen.
"You're a mess, slut. Go get cleaned up and we'll schedule that day off for you." Julia smiled, a forced smile, the taste of the old man's cum strong in her mouth, and turned to go the washroom, dreading the next time she would have to ask for a day off.
