Chapter 2
"Don't do that, Arthur," Peggy said. "Don't mess up the evening now."
"Come on, Peggy," Arthur said. "Just a few more kisses. Please, baby."
Arthur had picked Peggy up that evening and he had taken her to one of the best restaurants in town. It was one of the those quiet, expensive places with lots of atmosphere. It was the kind of place a man would take a woman when he was thinking of seducing her.
Peggy knew that Arthur had sex on the brain that evening. A couple of times he had touched her tits, almost by accident, and Peggy had said nothing. He had hugged her close coming up to her door. She had given him a kiss, but now he wanted more. He had pinned her against her door, and his wet lips touched her throat. His hands stroked her waist and then moved up to the full swell of her tits.
Peggy gasped. She had felt the same way she had earlier that evening when she had been watching Danny and Mary. For a moment she felt too weak to stop Arthur. He kissed her mouth again and she felt the first hesitant probing of his tongue.
"All right," she said firmly. "That's enough."
Arthur was a gentleman even when he was hot and horny. He gave up with a shrug of his shoulders. He stepped back from her and allowed her to straighten her clothes.
"Will you let me come in?" Arthur asked. "I'll behave."
"I don't think so, Arthur," she said. "I know you'd behave but I'm so tired. Maybe some other evening."
He was disappointed. He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. For a moment she thought he was going to start again. His arms went around her waist and he was pulling her close. He really was horny tonight. It was as if he had also seen what had happened between Danny and Mary.
"Arthur," Peggy said. "Let me go. I really am tired."
Arthur reluctantly let her go. She opened her door. She turned quickly to block the doorway and made sure that he didn't follow her inside.
"I guess you can't kill a guy for trying," Arthur said.
"No," Peggy said.
"I'll go now," Arthur said. "And listen, don't worry about what happened in school today. You're a good teacher. Don't worry about Danny and his type."
"I won't worry," Peggy promised.
She gave him a sisterly kiss and quickly shut the door. She breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned against the door.
She couldn't explain why she hadn't wanted him to come in, Being tired was such a lame excuse, and he hadn't believed it. But the real reason would have shocked him. She hadn't thought she could have stopped herself if he had wanted to go farther.
She had felt so strange all evening. She found herself breathing hard every time he got near her. She wanted to throw herself on him, to do the things she had never even thought about doing before.
She had wondered what she would have done if he had started acting like Danny. Arthur was a decent man. He would never attempt raping her.
She might have given in. She might have allowed him to do what he wanted with her body. This was a new way for her to feel. She had been slightly excited before, but never had she felt such an intense heat between her legs.
Every time he had brushed against her she had felt tingly. Every time he had spoken she had waited for the words that would make her humbly obey.
She had had a hot, itching sensation between her thighs all evening long. It had made her so uncomfortable that she couldn't even enjoy her food. She had wanted Arthur. She had wanted to know what his cock was like.
She sat down in a comfortable chair. She felt so damn hot and achy and just uncomfortable.
"A hot shower will make me feel better," she said. "A good hot shower."
She stripped out of her clothes. She left them in a pile as she padded into the bedroom. She glimpsed herself in the mirror. She was beautiful. She had a nicer body than a lot of those girls who posed in men's magazines. She had big, firm tits that would have put Mary's to shame.
"Danny would go crazy if he saw me like this," Peggy said.
Immediately she was horror stricken at her thought. Why would she care what Danny would think? She wouldn't want him to see her like that. She was a good girl. He was a filthy little creep.
She went into the bathroom and turned her shower on. She stepped into the hot water. She wanted the water to scald away her thoughts. She picked up the soap and began washing her body.
She blushed with shame as she thought about Danny again. He would really like her body. He would think her beautiful. He would never look at another woman after he looked at her. She could wipe that smug expression off his face with just one glance.
He could never do her the way he had done Mary. She would make him beg. She would make him grovel, because he needed her body so bad. She would show him what a real woman could make him do.
"Oh, damn," Peggy said.
She didn't want to keep having these ugly thoughts. She didn't want to keep seeing Danny, but she saw him every time she closed her eyes. The picture of Danny's purplish cock had been burned into her brain. She could never forget how it looked as his big prick slipped between Mary's eager lips.
Peggy's tits felt swollen as she touched them. Her nipples were hot pink points. She tried to stop soaping them but her fingers kept coming back. The itch between her legs grew, and Peggy ran her soapy hands down her stomach to the jet-black tangle of hairs between her legs.
"Oh, what's the matter with me?" Peggy asked.
It was a silly question, because she already knew the answer. She was horny. Horny for that big purplish cock that Danny Biggers had been shoving into Mary's innocent-looking mouth. She was hot to have Danny treat her just as he had treated Mary. Hot to have his cum spilling into her throat.
She couldn't understand her crazy feelings. She'd always felt like she was a good girl. She wasn't the kind who would fall for the first good-looking man, and she certainly wasn't the type who would get hot just looking at a man's cock.
But she was hot and she needed relief.
"Damn," she said as her pussy moistened. She couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed her fingers against the velvety folds of her pussy.
"Ahhh," she moaned. She slipped one finger gently into her aching pussy flesh. Her cunt was wet, and it wasn't from the water. She moved her finger around the taut flesh of her virgin cunt walls. Jesus, it felt good. She was burning up.
She let her head fall back, and the hot water splashed against her face. Her finger worked faster, and she could feel a weakness in her knees.
Her finger brushed against her hot little clit. She began briskly rubbing her taut little joy button. Her pussy started to get really juicy.
"Ohhhhh," she cried out softly. Spasms of joy began rocking her body. But as soon as the trembling in her body stopped, she could feel a new heat growing in her belly. It just wasn't enough. She knew her fingers would never be enough to quell the aching hunger.
She sighed and turned off the hot water. She stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off before she padded softly into her bedroom. She admired herself in her mirror once more. The hot shower had left her body a blushing pink color.
She wanted the feeling of something soft around herself. She went through her dresser drawer until she found the sheer gown she had hidden away there. She had never had the nerve to wear it. It was a slinky black thing that showed everything.
She slipped it over her head and then blushed red at the sight of her lush young body in the black nightgown. She looked obscene. What Danny wouldn't do to see her like this.
She was going to have quit thinking about Danny. He was a horrid little boy, and she was going to turn him into the principal. She would get him kicked out of school, and that would end this vulgar fascination she had for him.
She sat down in front of her dresser mirror and brushed her long black hair. A look of determination came to her face. That was exactly what she would do. She would turn Danny in. She would let someone else handle the problem of Danny Biggers.
She was so surprised to hear the doorbell ring that she almost went to the door dressed as she was.
At the last moment she remembered, and she wrapped a robe around herself. She had the feeling that it was Arthur coming back for another try. It made her angry. She didn't want to be treated this way. She was not someone to be used.
She pulled open the door and the furious look faded from her face. She gasped in surprise. She wasn't quick enough to slam the door before Danny Biggers stepped into her apartment.
"How ya doing?" Danny asked.
She couldn't answer. Her mouth was wide open in surprise. Danny was the last person she wanted to see tonight, after the fantasies she'd been having. She gave him an angry look.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Don't get your nose bent," Danny said. "I just wanted to talk. You know, you've got a nice place here."
He was making her really angry. She didn't want this wild-looking boy in her home. She hated him. He had a fascination for her that frightened her. She needed to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
"What are you doing here?" she asked again.
"I told you," he answered. "I just want to talk. There's no need to get excited."
"You get out of here this instant!" she said. "Right now. Or I'll scream the roof down!"
"Will you?" he asked. "Will you really scream? Hell, that would be funny. To have the cops and everybody come running in here. That would be a riot."
She realized that it wouldn't be so funny. It would be all over school in a matter of hours. All over town, in fact. She took a deep breath. She told herself that she could handle him. He was a young, wild boy and she was a mature woman.
"I'm tired," she said calmly. "I want you out of my apartment."
He acted as if he didn't hear her. He walked around her apartment, acting as if it belonged to him. She resented that. Then she remembered that she had been having a hot fantasy about him only a few minutes before. It made her blush again.
"All right," she said. "Say what you have to say and get out of here."
She pulled her robe tightly around her. The look in his eyes made her feel shiverish. He looked at her in the same way he had looked at Mary. Just before he had pulled his cock out.
He stepped close to her and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. She began to feel a little frightened. He was probably drunk. What if he hurt her? He was a big, strong boy. He could do what he wanted.
"You've been drinking," she accused.
"Yeah," he said. "I've been drinking. But you don't mind a little beer on a man's breath, do you, baby?"
He was leering at her, and she backed against the door. She was quickly losing control of the situation and she realized it. Danny was so good at making her feel inadequate.
"Don't call me that," she said.
"You mean baby?" he asked innocently. "I call all my women that. Most of them seem to like it."
He had called her one of his women! She felt her breath catch in her throat. What was there about this young boy that made her feel so helpless? He seemed like a person who took what he wanted when he wanted it.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked. "I don't have all night."
"Aw," Danny said. "I'm beginning to think you don't like my company, and that hurts. Why don't you make me feel more at home? Make me a drink. I like it powerful."
"I don't serve drinks to babies," she said.
His face got ugly, the way it looked when Mary had refused him. Peggy wasn't quick enough to get out of his way. He grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her. She squealed in pain as he held her.
"I didn't like that," he said. "Now say you're sorry."
"You leave me alone!" she demanded.
She'd never known such pain. He pulled her arm up behind her back and she cried out. He released her, her knees gave way. She dropped to the carpet.
"Don't fight me, bitch!" he said. "I know what a woman wants and I know how to give it."
She was not going to be treated this way! She jumped up like a wildcat. She struck at his face. Her fingernails ripped into his skin. He gave a cry of rage and pain.
She brought one knee up into his crotch, but he was quick to block her. She saw his heavy fist coming toward her face, but there was nothing she could do to avoid it. She tasted blood as his knuckles bruised her mouth.
She fell backwards onto the floor again. Her robe parted, and he was looking at her black nightgown. A look of appreciation came to his face, face.
"Well," he said. "This is nicer than I thought. It looks like you were ready for me."
She started to scream, but he was on top of her before she could make a sound. His beer-tasting mouth crushed down hers, and his body pressed her against the floor. Finally his mouth left hers.
"Now, don't you try anything else," he said. "I'll hurt you real bad. You just keep your bitch mouth closed and do like I say."
She felt the strength in his arms, and she knew he could do exactly as he promised. She didn't want to be hurt. Maybe she could still get out of this if she remained calm.
She nodded her head. "All right. I won't fight you any more. Let me up and I'll make your drink."
"No way, baby," he said. "I like it here and I think you do, too."
He clutched the back of her neck while he stood up. He studied her body. She blushed a bright red as she knew he could see almost all of her ripe body through her thin nightgown.
"You sure are a nice hunk of stuff," he said.
"This is crazy," she said. "You'll go to jail!"
"I won't go to jail," he said. "You won't tell anybody."
"I will," she said. "I will tell."
"No, you won't," he said. "And you know why? Because you're going to like it. Hell, didn't you think I saw you following Mary and me? I knew all the time you were standing there. Hell, you nearly jumped in yourself. Kind of got to you, didn't it?"
She was shocked. All the time he had known she was there.
"You liked my cock, baby," he said. "I saw the way your eyes popped out. You like my big prick. "No," she said, "No!"
He kissed her again. This time he probed with his tongue. She caught his hand as he started to caress her knee.
"No, you don't, bitch," he said. "You're not going to fight me. Tonight your cunt belongs to me."
He began slapping her face. Not hard, but enough to bring tears of humiliation to her eyes. He had the power to do anything he wanted. She felt so helpless.
"Tell me when you've had enough," he said.
The slapping got harder and harder until she could stand it no longer. She caught his hand.
"Oh stop! Please stop!"
"You've had enough?" he asked.
"Yes," she moaned. "Don't hit me any more."
She didn't resist as he placed her hand between his legs. She felt the hard bulge in his trousers. A little sob broke from her throat, but she didn't take her hand away. She was really frightened now. She was willing to do anything just to get it over with.
"Play with my cock," he said. "Just like you saw Mary do."
She moved her fingers along the length of his cock. She had forgotten how big his prick was. His cock throbbed hotly in his trousers. She caught it between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed. She felt his prick throb excitedly.
His hand was on her knee, and she flinched when she felt it going up.
"Don't be scared of it, baby," he assured her. "I know what I'm doing."
His hand touched the softness of her inner thighs. He moved his fingers in a gentle caress that made her pussy feel hot and itchy. She remembered how turned on she had gotten just watching him and Mary. Now she was beginning to feel that heat again.
"You sweet little bitch!" he exclaimed.
She wore no panties, and his hand touched her naked pussy mound. He parted the rose-colored folds of her pussy and slipped two fingers into her cunt. She felt juicy. No boy had ever touched her there. She kept telling herself that it was wrong. Yet, she was enjoying it.
He moved his fingers in a wide circle in her cunt.
"You like that, bitch?" he asked.
She couldn't help telling the truth. "Yes. Yes, I like it."
"I knew you were a hot piece," he said.
He took his hand out of her cunt. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet.
"You belong to me, bitch!" he said. "You're a fucking bitch and you belong to me!"
"Yes," she whispered.
He had beaten out the resistance in her, but now he was taking her one step farther. He was making her his slave. Just as he had made Mary his slave.
She couldn't resist. In those few moments he had become her master. She would do anything he asked. It wasn't just being afraid of him. It was something she didn't understand.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he demanded.
He released her hair, and she humbly followed him. He stretched out on her bed and put his hands behind his head. He gave her a leering glance.
"Now, make that drink for me."
She nodded. She made his drink and took it to him. He sipped it and gave a contented sigh.
"That's pretty good," he said. "Now strip it off, cunt. Let's see what you've got."
She peeled off her nightgown quickly. He whistled in appreciation at her lush body.
"Look at me," he said.
She stared into his hot, obscene-looking eyes. He was sipping his drink and grinning at her nakedness. She had never felt so lewd. She had a burning sensation in her stomach, and her knees felt weak.
"Are you a cunt?" he asked. "Are you Danny's hot cunt?"
"Yes," she said.
"Then say it, damn it!" he ordered. "Tell me that you're Danny's hot cunt! That you're my sweet pussy. That you're a bitch. Say it!"
She had never used words like that before, but now she didn't hesitate.
"I'm a bitch," she said softly. "I'm a bitch and a cunt. I'm Danny's cunt."
"Tell me that you're Danny's big-tittied bitch," Danny said.
"I'm Danny's big-tittied bitch," she said.
"That's a good cunt," he said, grinning. Danny was immensely enjoying himself. Peggy was so damn fine-looking. Her big tits and furry pussy looked so goddamned nice.
He finished his drink and put the glass on the table beside him.
"Come here, cunt," he said. "Come here and give me a taste of those sweet titties."
She moved close to the bed. Danny turned his head to one of her big tits. He sucked the nipple and tasted her sweetness. He flicked the nipple beneath his tongue and felt it harden. He moved his face to her other tit. He kissed her hard nipple, and then began to nibble on it.
"Ohhhh," she said softly.
She could feel her cunt gushing juice as he sucked her tits.
He moved his face between the globes of her tits. She felt his tongue licking her tender flesh. God, it felt delicious!
He pulled away and leaned back on the bed again.
"All right, little pussy," he said. "Strip me down. Strip my clothes off. You can get a good look at my prick. A close-up look this time."
He gave a vulgar laugh as she kneeled on the bed. She took off his shoes and socks, then his shirt. She left the buckle on his belt for last. She unzipped his zipper. She tried not to look at the hard bulge in his shorts as she peeled his jeans down his legs.
She felt weak looking at him. He had such a nice-looking body. He was big and husky and covered with thick black hairs.
"Now the shorts, pussy," he said.
She peeled his shorts down his legs. He was naked. His big purplish cock looked as hard as it had when it had been going into Mary's mouth.
Peggy's heart pounded as she looked at him for directions, "Go ahead," he said. "Hold it. It won't bite."
She trembled as she reached for his thick prick. She sensed the throbbing of his cock almost before she touched it. Her fingers wrapped around the thick staff. She sighed.
"Feel good, bitch?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Move your hand up and down," he demanded. "Jerk me off. Show me how you love a cock."
Her fingers tightened on his throbbing cock and she began moving her hand up and down. Almost immediately cum leaked from the tiny hole at the tip of his cock. For the first time she felt a man's hot sticky cum on her fingers.
Her hand moved faster. She could feel his powerful cock growing between her fingers. Her fingers slid easier as he leaked more. She remembered how he had looked slamming his prick into Mary's hot mouth.
"Oh, God!" he groaned. "That's sweet, baby. That's real nice, you goddamned hot bitch! You've got good hands. MOVE YOUR FINGERS! MOVE YOUR FUCKING FINGERS! CHRIST!"
She was surprised when the first spurt of his jism came from the tip of his cock. Her fingers were immediately covered with the thick white cum. She moved her hand faster and more of his jism leaked out. She was fascinated by the spurting liquid.
She kept moving her hand until no more of his jism leaked from the end of his cock.
"Shit!" he said. "That was fast. I had a hard-on thinking about you, baby. Had to relax the pressure a little. But don't worry. We'll get it hard again, 'cause I'm going to fuck the shit out of you before this night is over."
He reached for her. She obediently stretched out beside him. His hands caressed her swollen titties. She opened her legs and caught one of his hairy thighs between them. She began to rub her hot cunt against his leg.
"You're really a hot one, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
He began sucking on her tits again. The sounds he made as he kissed and nibbled her flesh made her pussy hotter. She rubbed a little faster on his leg. She was so damn horny.
"Let me show you something nice," he said.
He pushed her over on her back, and she felt his lips against her belly. She still had his jism coating her fingers, and now she brushed it against her cheeks. She was still afraid to taste it, but she liked the sticky feel of it against her face.
She knew what he was going to do as she felt his lips against her pussy hairs. She had read about men doing it to women, but she had never thought she would allow a man to do it to her. Now she wanted his lips on her cunt.
"God, you're hot for it," he said.
She groaned as she felt his hot lips against her inner thighs. She opened her legs and grabbed for the back of his head. She pulled him closer to the hungry lips of her pussy. She felt his lips touch her cuntlips.
"Oh, Jesus!" she groaned. "Oh, eat me! Eat your hot, horny bitch!"
She was so hot that she hardly realized what she was doing or saying. She wanted his tongue so badly. She felt the tip of his tongue part her cuntlips.
"That's the way!" she cried. "Oh, put your tongue in me! Put your tongue in deep!"
She pulled his face closer to her pussy, and his tongue wiggled into her horny cunt. He was tasting her salty juices. She was so juicy that it made her feel a little ashamed. But he didn't seem to mind. He licked at her cuntlips, and she could hear him swallowing.
"Oh, Christ!" she moaned.
He mauled her tits as he began to chew on her tender fleshy cunt. Feelings of erotic delight shook her body. Her ass churned on the bed. She began to pull at his thick hair.
"Danny," she cried. "You're making me feel so funny. So funny!"
She screamed as Danny's lips found her taut little joy button. He sucked it between his lips and chewed on it. His teeth scraped it gently. She was going out of her mind. This was the most pleasure she had ever felt.
Her body began to writhe. "Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh God, you're making me feel so good! Oh God, Danny! DANNYYYYY!"
She bucked up against his mouth as her body seemed to explode inside and out. Her juices spilled into his mouth, and he started to swallow quickly. His hands kept a firm, mauling grip on her titties. He didn't move his mouth away until she had stopped trembling, until every shudder had passed through her body.
His tongue licked at her thick pussy hairs, licking away some of the escaped juices that his mouth had not been able to contain. Then he slowly moved his lips back up her body. He touched his lips gently against one of her sensitive nipples.
She was starting to feel ashamed of what she had done. She could hardly believe that she had been the one moaning under Danny's expert tongue. She wasn't that kind of girl.
"See there, bitch," Danny said softly. "I told you that you were a hot little bitch. I told you, didn't I?"
"Can't you just leave me alone now?" she asked. "Hell, sweet thing," he laughed. "I'm just getting started."
He placed her hand against his cock. She felt the throbbing hardness. He was ready again. She had thought that it would take a man a long time, but he was ready again. She pulled her hand back.
"Now, don't you start playing games again," he warned. "I'll hurt you."
She let him put her hand on his cock again. She laced her fingers around the base of his prick and held on tightly.
He lightly stroked her tits and then swept down to her belly. She quivered. She closed her eyes and tried to fight the warm sensation.
It was no good. He knew how to arouse her. She could feel the burning excitement growing in her belly. She wanted it to go away, but instead it became worse.
He dropped his hand between her legs. Her pussy was sore from the powerful orgasm she'd just had. She winced as he pressed three fingers up her pussy. In a moment she was juicy again. She could feel her clit growing taut and excited.
"Baby," he whispered into her ear. "You've got the sweetest-tasting cunt. I've never eaten anyone sweeter. I bet you're a good fuck. I bet you're tight and hot and fantastic!"
She tried not to listen to his words, but she couldn't help herself. He was getting her hot again. He kissed one of her nipples, and she felt the elongated bud being sucked between his lips. He licked her nipple and she shivered.
"See there, cunt," he said. "You're a hot bitch and you can't help it. You'd like a man's cock down there. You want a man to fuck the shit out of you."
"Yes," she moaned.
His fingers worked faster. She felt the hot, burning fire in her cunt just as before. She wondered how he made her so hot so quickly. He wasn't anything special. Lots of men she'd dated were better-looking. How could he manage to do this to her?
"Just feel my fingers," he said. "Just feel my fingers. That's how my cock's going to feel when I fuck you. Big and hard and excited, and I'm going to put my jism right up your cunt. Would you like that, you fucking cunt? Would you like having my cum in your pussy?"
She moaned. She didn't want to tell him the truth, that she wanted his jism more than she had ever wanted anything. She could feel his cock throbbing in her fingers.
"It's jumping for you, cunt," Danny said. "It's getting ready for your pussy."
"Yes," she moaned softly.
He moved on top of her. She kept her grasp on his prick as she felt his prick-head nudge her waiting pussy lips. She started to tell him that she was a virgin, that she had never had a man's cock before. Then she realized that he wouldn't believe her. She was too hot and ready not to have had a man's cock before.
"Spread your legs wide," he commanded.
She opened her thighs wider and felt the first pressure of his prick. He struck savagely, his big prick tearing through her hymen and entering her cunt with one sharp stab. She gave a soft cry at the pain. He moved out of her and struck again.
His prick filled every part of her cunt, stretching her pussy walls until she didn't think it was possible for another inch of his flesh to enter. Yet, each time he seemed to stab into her deeper. She screamed and kept screaming each time he thrust his prick into her pussy.
"You like that, bitch," he groaned. "I know you do. You love it. You're a big-titted bitch and you love it. Rub them tits on my chest. That's it. Now move your sweet ass. God, you're really getting into this!"
Her skin felt so hot as she moved beneath him. She started matching each of his brutal thrusts with an upward thrust of her own. She was humping him back. She was mouthing dirty words into his ear. She felt like a wild woman, and she was getting wilder every moment.
He slipped his hands under her ass, and she felt one of his fingers jab into her asshole. She loved it. He could do what he wanted to her and she wouldn't mind. It was too good just to have his thick cock stretching her cunt.
"You bitch!" he groaned. "You she-bitch."
"Oh, yes!" she answered. "I'm a fucking cunt!"
She dragged her fingernails down his back, and she knew she'd drawn blood. She didn't give a damn. Never in her life had she felt like this. Her body rocked with each of his savage thrusts. He fucked her like an animal and she fucking loved it.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Oh, give me every inch of your big cock! I love it. God, I love it!"
"Bitch!" he groaned. "Fucking bitch!"
She rubbed her titties against his chest, loving the feel of her hard nipples teasing his tiny buds. She loved the feeling of his thick chest hair. She loved the long lines of his body, and his youthful strength. And she loved his cock. God, how she loved his big blistering prick!
"It's happening!" she cried. "It's happening to me! Oh, Christ, it's happening! OHHHHHHHH!"
Her orgasm was fierce. She rocked all over the bed. She was seeing stars. It had never been so good. He kept giving her deep, savage strokes until the trembling had passed.
She protested when she felt him pulling his cock out. He moved up her body and paused with his cum-dripping prick inches above her face. She knew what he wanted her to do.
She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his prick. She slowly moved her hand back and forth. She could see the tiny cum-drenched slit of his cock.
"You're going to get a face full of my cum," he said. "Then you'll know you belong to me. You're mine when I want to fuck you, or when I want you to suck my dick. Anything I want!"
"Yes!" she moaned.
She knew what was going to happen. She could already feel his fluid leaking onto her cheeks. He was going to come in her face. He was going to spurt his thick, white jism into her hair and face. He was going to flood her face with his cum.
Her fingers moved faster.
"Fuck!" he said. "FUCKKKKK! AGHHHHHH!"
It happened as she had known it would. His cum spurted from the blinking eye of his prick-head. She felt it run down the sides of her face. She felt it against her lips and against her eyelids. She was smeared with his white juice.
"Little bitch," he said. "Now you belong to me.
He made her lift her head so that she could see herself in the mirror. She looked obscene. Her face was covered with his jism. She touched her tongue to her cheek.
For the first time in her life she tasted the salty flavor of cum.
"That's it," Danny said, grinning. "Learn to like the taste, baby. You're going to taste a lot of it. A hell of a lot. You cum-sucking bitch!"
Peggy could only look at him with humble, obedient eyes, like a puppy to its master.