Slurp and suck and slobber and salivate. Tongue and taste and tantalize and tease.
This Bitch never failed to amaze me. If she worked on the oil fields, she could put a dozen Barons in the red in a week and have the industry taken over in a month. Of course, when I wanted to interrogate her, it was like a deleeching. You think I might be kidding, but I actually did end up having to put a lit cigarette lighter to her lips to unlatch her from my cock. Baroness recoiled in shock, looking up at me with hurt, wide eyes and a trembling bottom lip, glossy with sperm.
"But I vant to ssssuuuuuccckkkk..." she gargled out through a mouthful of sperm, the motion making it ooze down her piggy chin and splatter on her tits in huge dollops, soaking the gigantic mammaries underneath. It provoked a chuckle from me as I ran my fingers through her hair, tugging on it in that way she liked, because it made her feel like a bitch.
"There's bigger fish to fry here, Baroness. I need to take down Queen, getting that mega-milf down on her knees beside you, slurping on my knob and gargling my jizz twice as hard as you are. I'll do whatever it takes, so tell me... What's her weakness?"
She fluttered her long eyelashes and gave a mature, playful chuckle at my childish dream of defeating the woman she saw as a goddess. "Oh do not be so silly~! You could never hope to defeat Queen! Just be quiet and let me suck and suck and suck, till you've forgotten all about her!"
As Baroness spoke, I coiled my fingers in her hair, twist after twist, then yanked her painfully off my prick. She quickly sucked her lips into a tight vacuum seal, affixing her face to my prick like some busty Lamprey, until I had to use both hands to prise her off. It was no mean feat: inches were only surrendered after the most furious of struggles, the way she effortlessly transferred her breathing to her nose in great, noisome wheezes, the true sign of a bitch who could take her cock addiction to the Olympics. When I detached Baroness at last, she popped free with a head whip that saw sperm and saliva go gushing into the air in a great volley, before she flopped back on the bed and had a primadonna tantrum. Withdrawal symptoms were crushing her will, just seconds after being deprived of her fix.
Even as the Bitch sobbed and wailed, I gripped her by her hair again and dragged her face level with mine. "If you don't tell me what I want to know, you'll never suck this prick again!"
"I vould DIE!"
"Do it, then. Or do as I say."
"If I died... I vould no longer be able to suck your penis. I am defeated." She dove for my prick again, but I help the volatile cow of a woman back with all my strength. Sighing, she continued, "Queen... She haff der romantic heart, not like us..." Baroness took a long gulp, as if remembering just how utterly she'd degraded herself before me. Her nose, her eyes, her mouth, her brain, they were all clogged with dick, to the point where she could barely even breathe! Romance, long walks on the beach? They were meaningless to a woman who'd rather wallow in filth, guzzling sperm from fat, long cocks like they were her lifeline. That was her only love in the world: Baroness, Duchess and Lady could only marry a penis, never the man attached to it.
Her eyes were locked on a big blob of seed on the end of my shiny, spitslicked dick the entire time she was speaking, tongue now lewdly hanging out, slobbering over her lips. I leaned it closer, then tugged it away when the fat-ass slut lunged for it. "So what does this mean for -- "
"PLEASE LET BARONESS SUCK! PLEASE LET ME TASTE MASTER'S SPE -- " I had no choice but to backhand her. Of course, it took a few before she managed to calm down again and continue. "Simple. Kiss her."
"That's it?"
