By Kendra Holliday | January 24, 2013
This was originally published in 2008…
We’re downstairs watching porn, and Matthew is ready for some action of his own. “All right, whore,” he says to the computer screen as he closes it out.
Or maybe he says it to me.
He stands up and pulls off his belt and regards me on the couch.
I stare wide-eyed up at him. “What are you going to do with that?”
“What do you think I’m going to do with it?” He snaps it at my thigh. “Now get up those stairs!”
I jump up and vault the stairs, with him chasing after me swinging the belt. I hear him hit the walls of the stairwell
I run into his bedroom and peek out the door. As soon as I see him turn the corner in the hallway, I giggle and slam the door.
I nervously perch on the bed and wait to see what happens. He swats the door
He throws open the door, and his bulk takes up the entire doorway. He’s like a bull in a china shop, and I’m a dainty little porcelain tea cup…
I squeal. My heart is racing. I can’t stop smiling. Stop it, I tell myself, this is a scene! Get in character!
But I feel like I’m at goddamn Disneyland on a fun ride, not in a horror movie.
He comes at me with the belt, swats me a couple times (I yelp with delight – I mean, OW!), then pushes me down so I’m lying on the bed. He snakes the leather belt around my neck. He hands me the end of it and comes down close to my face and says, “Stick that through the buckle.”
I do, and he tightens it until it’s like a dog leash and collar.
“Don’t kill me,” I plead.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls.
He holds on to my leash with one hand, and grabs the Hitachi Magic Wand with the other. He flips it on and it buzzes angrily. He runs it up and down my thighs, pushes it on my pussy, my belly, my tits… ogod not my tits, way too sensitive!!!!
I freak out and squirm and he pulls the belt tighter and puts his weight on me. I wiggle as much as I can under him, and finally he backs off. Then he puts the wand back on my cunt, yanks up my shirt and bra and licks my nipple
barely a caress. Then he takes my breast in his mouth and loves it and I go fucking mad, but I still don’t cum.
Then he brings his mouth up to my ear, and whispers as quietly and calmly as a man of his caliber can, “It’s time for you to cum now.”
With that I explode and writhe.
Next I’m blowing him. In between gulps, I whimper, “I want you to cum on my face. I want you to scoop it into my mouth and make me eat it.”
He’s so good to me.
He pulls out of my mouth and jerks his cock, works it in his great big fist, then cums all over my left cheek, spanning my mouth to my ear to my eye.
Then he takes his rough fingers and drags them over my face, through the goo, depositing it in my open mouth. I gag a little.
“Swallow that shit, don’t gag on it!” he hisses.
* Shudder *
I lay there shaking. No smiling, I’m definitely in character now.
He wipes his dirty hand on my belly and tit. “We’ll leave the rest of that here.”
“Wait a minute,” he says, and points to the bed. “There’s a little bit here. LICK IT UP.”
I lick at the pearly glob. “No, don’t just lick it, SUCK it up,” he orders impatiently. “I’ve seen dogs do a better job than that.”
I hoover it up as best as I can, then look up at him expectantly.
He leans over me and stares intently in my eyes. “Now. I’m going to sweat on you.”
Drops of sweat drip slowly from his forehead like Chinese water torture. Onto my cheek My lip. The corner of my eye…
I reach up and cradle his rough face in my soft, pale hands and smile angelically. “You make me so happy.”
He chuckles, low and sweet. “Me too, Love. Me too.”