Page 17 of Thicker Than Blood

She blinked behind her mask until I bumped into the back of her throat. She closed them and I waited until she opened them before I thrust into her, gripping a handful of her hair as she flew back, forcing my way past her tight throat.

“Yes, you were made to be used like a fucking whore,” I said ignoring her gulping noises as she adjusted to my length and width in her neck. “Just like this.”

I held her hair and began to pull back and drive into her neck. The more she soaked me the deeper I got until eventually my balls rested on her wet chin. That was when I began to pummel her face, beating my pelvis against it, watching my pubes rub in her face.

“Nasty little bitch,” I said spitting out each word with a slap of my pelvis.

There was no resistance left in her throat as I rammed myself down her neck. I fucked her mouth so hard that I had to hold her head in place, feeling her teeth graze my cock, but it didn’t stop me. The harder I fucked her the more I slapped against her face assuaging some of my rage. When my balls became taut and my dick grew thick and hard, I pulled out.

She began to gasp for air as I released her hair and began to furiously pump my fist along my dick rubbing the head until I pointed it beside her knees and watched my cum shoot out and splash across the wooden floor. Jet after jet of my jizz shot out and gathered in a small pool beside her until there was nothing more left. I squeezed my length until I reached the head until a few drops of cum smeared the tip of my cock. My breathing calmed down but my heart still raced.

“Lick,” I said as she leaned forward to lick her tongue over the smooth pink head before she swirled her tongue around it.

I chuckled when she tried to poke her tongue into the hole to suck anything left remaining in my dick.

“Slowly lick my cum off the floor. Savour it, enjoy it, let me see your tongue play with it before you swallow it,” I said diving in for the final kill of humiliation.

She immediately bent down, moving back before she twirled her tongue in my cum, licking it, toying with it, smearing it over lips before licking it off. She dove into the sticky mess again and again all while I stood over and watched.

She did everything I asked, taking almost ten minutes before she had licked that wooden floor so clean that she could eat her dinner off it. The satisfaction was unlike any other I’d experienced.

It was all the better for it being in Christos’s old bedroom.

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I removed her mask, collar, paws, and nipple clamps before leading her into the shower.

“Squat on the floor with your mouth and legs wide open,” I said, getting ready to give her the second part of her reward.

“Woof,” she said quietly.

“It’s twenty strikes of the cane or drinking my piss, bitch. You choose,” I said with a smirk.

She opened her mouth and I stepped forward, slipping my dick into her mouth. I wanted to tease her and make her savour it so I allowed a small trickle over her tongue before pulling back.

“Taste it, savour it, like a worthless fuckhole,” I said watching her but she kept her eyes down but followed my instructions.

“Open,” I said.

Her mouth opened and it was empty, I slipped my dick in until the head rested at the back of her throat.

“Drink all of your Master’s piss this time,” I said with menace in my voice.

I didn’t wait for her to acknowledge my command I resumed pissing inside her mouth. She did better than last time as most of it went straight into her belly. I leaned back to see that she was still squatting with her pussy on display. Her breasts were heaving as she gulped my piss down. I leaned down and held them, tweaking her nipples, toying with her as she received the reward of drinking from my cock.

The pleasure of using her like a toilet was incredible. I didn’t remove my dick until there was nothing left in me. When I was finished, I patted the top of her head.

“Good little bitch, drinking down everything your Master has to offer,” I murmured.

She kept her head down.

“Do you like being Master’s personal toilet, bitch?” I asked softly.

She wasn’t wearing her paws but her right hand slowly moved forward and she touched my bare foot.

Well, I’ll be damned.

Chapter 12

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