Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
He knew how to get what he wanted from a girl like me, though—maybe not quite as completely as Master G knew the subject, but well enough to ensure that his brutally dominant instincts didn’t work against his interest. He didn’t want to hurt me, really, because then he wouldn’t have the chance to use me as thoroughly as he wanted. If I fainted, after all, he would have to wait for me to come around before he could fuck me as he clearly wanted to fuck me, with me crying out with forced pleasure despite my master’s terribly harsh treatment.
No, I thought in that anxious moment, with his cock deep inside my mouth demanding my service, because of it. The idea made me sob, just as Master Hendryk pulled his rigid penis out of my mouth, glistening with my spit.
His right hand left the back of my head to reach casually into the fly of his tuxedo pants and draw out his balls. The obscenity of the sight, an inch from my eyes, took my breath away even with all the lewdness I had witnessed in my training at the Institute.
Something about the contrast of my owner’s shaved scrotum, its frank presentation of a part of him that should have remained hidden in darkness, struck me as the most dominant thing he had done yet, but of course he followed it up with something even more dominant: his left hand still working my pussy, forcing me to move wantonly with his fingers’ rough caress, he grabbed the back of my head again with his right and bent my head to the side so that he could bring my mouth and nose up against his ball sack.
“Lick them,” he commanded, his voice stern. “And give them a little kiss, and then I’ll whip you. Girls used to kiss the rod before they got their bottoms caned. I want you and your bed sister to know that my cock and my balls are the real implements I train you with. The cane is just a symbol.”
Oh, my God. I didn’t even know why Master Hendryk’s terrible, degrading words made me sob with need and thrust my backside out to try to get more of his fingers inside. My brow creased hard as I felt the cane again, across my bottom, under my owner’s big, strong hand.
I knew if I didn’t do the shameful thing he had commanded he would whip me even harder with the horrid thing. I knew I had no choice. With a tiny whimper I put out my tongue and lapped gently at the wrinkled, salty flesh, just as tenderly as Master G had taught me.
CHAPTER 5
Renee
I knew the most important spot to lick and kiss, the one underneath, just where the hard length of my master’s cock rose from the softness of the wrinkled purse. I tried to get my tongue there, to demonstrate my skill and my eagerness to please the man who had purchased me. Master Hendryk knew the spot too, and he helped in his own cruel way, twisting my head further to the side and pushing it down so that I could tend to his pleasure the way an owned bed girl must always do.
The tip of my tongue found the place, and licked there, and my owner rewarded me with a grunt of pleasure. I felt his hips thrust forward a little with the same kind of needy, involuntary movement that gripped my own lower body. Despite my fear I couldn’t keep back a tiny rush of pride at drawing a response from him with the sexual skills I had learned here, the shameful school from which I would soon depart.
“Kiss now,” Master Hendryk said from above me, and I obeyed even though I knew it meant the time had come for my punishment. I pursed my lips and planted not one but three kisses on my owner’s scrotum, suddenly wanting to try to plead in that wordless way for mercy—wanting to show that I really did mean to be a good girl, if only to escape a little of the severity he clearly intended to use in bending me to his will.
A chuckle drifted down from my master, and I knew with a shudder of shame that he had seen through me. To my abject dismay, he spoke not to me but to the audience of his wealthy peers, in a clear voice, laden with mockery.
“This little slut is hoping she can get off easily if she pretends she loves kissing my balls.”
As a ripple of quiet laughter went through the crowd, Master Hendryk used his grip on the back of my head to jerk my face back so that I could only look up into his face, my eyes streaming from the face-fucking he had given me. At the same time he pulled his left hand away from my bottom, so that he could hold the cane in front of my eyes, between my face and his. Just below the cane his hard manhood hovered and his balls hung, so close to my nose that I smelled the dark, musky scent of sex very intensely—so strong that I knew I had it smeared across my lips and my cheeks as well, like a reminder of my master’s lewd use of me.