Chapter 6
After it was all over, Joyce was left with a lump in her throat.
She was hoping that she would not have to do much talking, since the ordeal of the splashing juices inside of her mouth coupled with the sucking she'd engaged in had left her voice in a quivering, unsteady state.
For several moments silence persisted as Harold lay stretched out on the bed. The orgasm took a little something out of him, which she determined based on the heaviness of his breathing.
When Harold finally caught his breath, he got up slowly from the bed and began to put his robe back on.
"Lesson two out of the way," he laughed. "All right, little bitch. You'll be seeing me again tomorrow. Have a good night's sleep."
He tied the sashes of his robe, stepped into his slippers, then left the room.
Once again Joyce burst into a series of sobs after he left her alone in the silence of the room. All she could hear were occasional sounds of the wind outside and the splashing of nearby waves.
She wished that she could at least see what it was like outside this neatly furnished but depressing room, which was nothing more than a glorified prison.
Immediately her thoughts returned to what had just transpired between herself and her tormentor. The more that he had degraded her, the greater the measure of happiness that seemed to come to him as he forced her over his excited cock, right up until the point at which the juices finished exploding from the end of his solid member.
She thought about the way he had manhandled her, and what worried her the most was that at one stage, when he was pulling her hair and forcing her to suck his long, inflated member, she had felt those same un-explainable, twitching feelings inside of her, the kind that had uncomfortably surfaced before.
Joyce remained so upset that she could not sleep, and so she decided to do a little reading before turning in for the night. She read for the better part of an hour, after which she finally put the book down and turned off the lights.
It made it seem even worse to her to have the room dominated by total darkness. The loneliness that she felt was accented that much more as a result of the total darkness and accompanying gloom that dominated the entire atmosphere.
As she closed her eyes, she thought about Harold's bloated testicles and his long, steady cock, which she had ever so swiftly maneuvered her tongue up and down the full length of, right up until the point when the spewing, white juices had splashed dazzlingly from the end of his lusty organ and into her mouth.
She couldn't help once again but feel great waves of guilt. Here her parents had undoubtedly launched a police search by now, and were without doubt crying their eyes out. And here she was in some isolated room somewhere, actually feeling a certain tinge of titillation at the prospect of swallowing the juices of orgasmic satisfaction from the end of a maniac's thick cock.
Just the thought of her parents' plight made her feel that much worse. How terrible it would be if they had any idea of what she was reduced to doing, not to mention actually feeling a certain amount of excitement over it.
Once more she could see that stiff, burning cock thrusting before her eyes. She observed herself reaching down and fingering his weighty testicles with both hands as she got him that much closer to the state of an orgasm.