Chapter 19

Harry wasn't about to give me a moment's rest.

He got up and walked into the bathroom, washed off his cock, then returned.

He reached out with both hands and began pumping up and down on his huge penis. He had a broad grin on his face.

"Just take a look at this hard pecker," he said. "Isn't it a thing of beauty?"

I said nothing, watching him as he sat down on the edge of the collapsible sofa where he did all his fucking.

Harry spread his legs congenially, then removed his fingers from his cock.

"Get down on your knees," he commanded. "Get down on your knees, sweetheart. I want you to give me a good mouth job. Suck my dick."

I hated his attitude but wasn't about to cross him. I dropped down on my knees, then reached out with my right hand and manipulated it up and down the full length of his pecker.

"That's it, honey," he laughed. "You've got the right idea. Just work the fingers nice and easy. I'll give you plenty of instructions."

He watched as I manipulated my fingers skillfully up and down the full length of his dick. He settled into a framework of contentment, but all the while his penis remained hard, anticipating a suck.

He let my fingers go to work for quite a while, then decided that it was time for me to put my tongue to work on his rod.

"Get your tongue working," he commanded sharply. "I want you to suck it, honey. That means I want an enthusiastic suck. Play with my balls while you're sucking. I like to see a beautiful girl like you down on her knees, forced to react to my every command. Oh yes, I really love that."

I unleashed my tongue with everything in me, trying as best I could to get him off. His attitude was really beginning to bug me. I could see that he enjoyed the fact that I was groveling. He knew I didn't like him and that made it even more pleasurable for him to force me to do something against my will.

Nonetheless, I kept up my fervent antics, driving my tongue quickly up and down his long pecker, moving him ever closer to orgasm.

I smoothly ran the fingers of my right hand over his balls while I kept up the heavy sucking pace. I hated the fact that he was smugly taking it all for granted, assuming that I was his sex slave and could be expected to do anything that he commanded.

I kept tickling his balls, all the while pumping my head up and down arduously as I sucked his hot meat.

My ass-hole was feeling pretty sore from the fucking he had given me. He had a searing cock, and once he brought it to bear, that was all there was to it.

He would think nothing of causing me pain.

I could tell from the way that his legs were beginning to tremble that he was moving close to climax. All I would need to do would be to bring a few more strokes, then he would unleash his white juice inside my mouth.

I kept on pumping, hoping that I would soon reach that goal, not because I was all that eager to digest his load, but because I wanted to get all that over with.

At long last the big moment arrived, at which point the juices flooded into my mouth.

"Eat it, eat it raw," he laughed, running his fingers through my hair as he unleashed the hot, white orgasmic liquid.

I kept on sucking his load, as the thick, white juices gushed into my mouth.

"Eat it," he panted eagerly. "Eat every bit of my juice. Go after the load. That's it, baby, eat every drop of my stuff."

My head kept on bobbing up and down on his cock as I sucked the last droplets of his load.