“I’m so f*****g close. I’m gonna come on your f*****g face.” I heard him whisper filth into my ear and I tried to ignore him. Those words always turned me on but not in this situation. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling even if my body was responding to the pleasure.
I felt him cut me again, this time it was more vicious and I felt it bleed. “No!!! Please!!” The fear in my voice was what pushed him over the edge.
“That’s it! On the ground.” He hissed as he pulled me from the table and threw me onto the ground. Before I could respond, he was jerking himself inches from my face.
“Open your mouth, taste yourself slut. Suck me off till I come in your face.’’ I sobbed and closed my eyes as he roughly f****d my face again, this time I was too exhausted to resist him and allowed him to clutch my hair and f****d my throat. “You little c*m dumpster, f**k, you’re too good at this.’’ He purred.
I gargled, trying to block out the feeling of not being able to breathe as the bile rose to my throat. I gasped for air as he finally let me go and I watched as he roughly stroked himself to climax. His knees buckled and his face was intense, the fact I was still gagging and spluttering was what seemed to do it for him.
“Open your mouth. Open your slutty mouth!” He held my head still and pulled my hair until I opened my mouth wide for him to come into. “Ohhhh f**k yes!!!” He finally came and I felt the wet warm liquid inside my mouth and spray over my face. It smelt like bleach and I felt debased and broken. Luckily, I closed my eyes but they still stung. I’d got some in my eyes and he would have ensured I got it in my eyes. I fell to the ground, I was exhausted and broken.
I heard him zip his pants up as he nudged my broken body with his foot.
“Look at you, you filthy little b***h. Too bad I’m not finished with you yet.”
“No! Please.You’ve done enough!” I begged. My whole body was trembling and sore and I wasn’t sure if I could physically survive any more.
“Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” He purred.