Page 25 of Sleigh My Name
When Charley doesn’t move, I yank her hair so hard that she has no choice but to fall to her knees.
“That’s a good girl. So pretty on your knees for me, where you belong. Remember, doll, you’re nothing but my toy. Do as you’re told, and you won’t get hurt. Now unzip my pants.”
Charley grabs my zipper, and I immediately pull her hair.
“Not like that, pup. Good bitches don’t use their hands. Use your teeth.”
Charley looks up at me before leaning forward and taking the tab of the zipper between her teeth.
“You’re lucky I left them unbuttoned, aren’t you, slut?” I tap her cheek as a gentle reminder when she doesn’t answer. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“Yes,” she whispers
“Little fuck holes like you address their superiors as sir. Try again, cum dump.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl! Keep going. You’re not done yet.”
Charley’s eyes lock onto mine, a predatory glint in their depths. The air crackles with silent tension, a mixture of anticipation and debauchery. With a sharp tug, she drags down the front of my trousers, her movements deliberate and focused. The material yields slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She crawls around me on her knees, and her teeth find the back of my waistband. This time, the descent is quicker, bringing my pants to my knees.
“Good doggy! I think you deserve a little treat for your trick. Crawl back and see what Daddy has for you.”
Charley comes back and faces me. Her face is now level with my throbbing dick.
“Go on, open that pretty mouth, nice and wide for me.”
“Please, no. Don’t make me.”
I grip her hair and I tilt her head back as I lean forward, getting right in her face. “I own you, bitch. I can make you do whatever I want. This is me going easy on you. Talk back again, and I’ll take you out on the street and let any man who looks at you dump a load in one of your holes. You’ll be the town dump, Charley. A receptacle for cum. Don’t test me, whore. You won’t like what I am capable of.”
Grabbing my cock, I smack her face with it. Charley parts her lips and takes me into her mouth. At first, she’s gentle, her tongue gliding along my tip in torturous circles. I allow her a moment of reprieve, letting her get accustomed to my cock in her mouth before I thrust.
“That’s it. Use that whore mouth and get me off. Show me you’re good for something. Prove to me you’re not a waste of space.That’s it. Fuck.” My hands move to her head as I guide her up and down my cock. “You’re such a good little cock whore. Look at you bobbing on my dick like a common skank. You love this! Look at you go. Pathetic, cock-hungry bitch.”
I look down at my beautiful queen being degraded. She’s in her element. Playing a part. My lips turn up as I gaze at her, momentarily breaking my role.
“I don’t see any tears, Charley. Daddy doesn’t like that. I’m going to have to get meaner, baby, if you don’t cry for me.”
I slam her head against my pelvis and hold her there, hearing her gag. “That’s it, baby. Gag for me. I want you to feel like you’re about to throw up. You’re going to become the queen of deep-throating. I’m going to fuck the gag reflex out of that pretty throat. Fuck your mouth nice and deep. That’s it, slut. That’s fucking it. Good job.”
Charlie’s gagging turns into coughs, and black tears stream down her face.
“Look at you, ruining your mascara. You look so pretty when you cry for me, baby.”
I glide my thumb through her tears, smearing mascara across her cheek before bringing my thumb to my lips and licking it off. “Your tears taste good, slut. I think I might enjoy having you cry a little more for me.”
I slam my cock into her mouth until she falls to the floor. “Are you having a hard time breathing? Do you need to stop?”
When Charley doesn’t tap me, I know she’s fine.
“Well, too bad. You don’t matter here. Only I do, and if I so choose, I’ll throat fuck you to death.”
My balls tighten. If I don’t stop, I’m going to cum, which will ruin the rest of my plans. I pull out of her, keeping my eyes on my sexy girl. She looks a mess. Red lipstick smeared, mascara running down her face.
“You look like a thoroughly used-up whore. A cheap-ass streetwalker.”
Charley starts to get up, but I grab her hair and drag her to the bed.
