Penthouse Slaves Series: Jess - Sex Stories

Penthouse Slaves Series: Jess

... her throat and cuts off her air, but she does not make a sound in protest. I look down at the floor and count the number of tears on the hardwood. “13.” I say out loud. “What daddy?” She says, not daring to look over her shoulder or move a muscle. I take her ass in my hands and dig my nails into her skin. She squirms and squeaks but stays in place. “13 tears you spilled on the floor, plus one for standing up too early.” “No daddy please…” she’s close to sobbing now. “Plus one for wasting my time slut.” I bark, silencing her. Her eyes water but she fights the tears, fearing further punishment. She’s expecting me to spank her or whip her, but I have different plans. I walk in front of Jess, still holding onto her belt leash, and alight my cock with her tiny teen mouth. Her blue eyes glisten as they look up at me, pleading silently against the animalistic look in my eyes. “Put it in your mouth slut, all of it.” Her mouth opens and engulfs my cock cautiously. From her bent over position I can slide my dick in and out of her mouth easily. But before I can start thrusting her tongue starts sliding up and down my shaft, slipping up the sides and out from her lips to my balls. Her young lips grip my shaft and milk my cock with little head bobs. I realize her sudden enthusiasm is because she thinks this is her punishment. It’s adorable; she thinks this counts as an apology. I see no reason to stop her and she continues pleasuring me while I run my free and through her hair. Then, ...

... without warning, I grab her hair tightly in my hand and the belt leash in the other. Jess’s eyes grow wide as I line my pulsing dick up with her young throat. “15 is the number I believe.” I said, smiling as I prepare to assault her throat. I push hard on the back of her head with one hand while pulling the belt leash between my legs with the other. In one swift motion my cock is launched deep into her throat, lodging in the tight pulsing cavity as her eyes go wide with terror. “One!” I scream, overwhelmed by the massaging rhythm of her throat muscles against my throbbing dick. I hold it for a second before pulling out to let Jess breathe. The young girl gasps violently as a long trail of spit dangles from her mouth to my glistening shaft. But before she can catch her breath the belt leash and my hand force my cock back into her throat. “Two!” This time she shakes a little as I hold myself inside her young throat and rob her of air. I pull out and she gasps violently, mascara running down her face and mixing with the pre cum and spit that are dripping from her trembling lips. “Three! Four! Five!” I start to get into a rhythm. I’m pounding my cock in and out of her without mercy, holding each thrust longer and longer inside the pulsing walls of her throat. Using the leather belt and my firm grip on her hair I fuck her young pale face mercilessly. Sweat, spit and sperm explode from her abused mouth and coat her face. Tears run freely, creating black rivers on her cheeks as the ...