Heather by Charles Arnold Read Free Book Online

fuckin’ liked it. First cock she ever sucked and she liked it.” He leaned over placing his fingers under Heather’s chin and lifted her head up. “Ain’t I right, little bitch? You loved it. You damn well loved suckin’ my dick.”
    Sucking him had been revolting, disgusting, gross and yet feeling his hard cock fill her mouth, sliding her lips up and down along its length, feeling the pleasure she was giving him gave her a sense of power, but that wasn’t all. The possibility that she had loved doing it both terrified and excited her. Looking up into Sam’s ugly face, she nodded slightly, “Yes, I did.”
    “Did what?” he demanded.
    “I-I...liked it...liked sucking you.”
    Willy laughed again and jerked his thumb toward Tommy who was crouched in the nearest corner of the cage. “Tommy boy liked watching. Looks like he cum again.”
    Sam crossed to the cage. “How about that? You like watching your pretty bride sucking me off?” Tommy turned away shaking his head.
    Willy had pulled his filthy pants off and was sitting on a stool close to the cage. He was stroking his half hard cock. He turned to look at Tommy. “Hey, boy. She gonna do me now right here next to your cage. You don’t want to watch; you can haul your sorry ass over to the other side and don’t look.” Tommy didn’t move. Willy crooked a finger at Heather, “If you want what I got for you, crawl,” he said.”
    She crawled over the gritty floor to where he was sitting. She knelt before him. He winked at Sam and then leaned toward her, “Take off my boots,” he said. He was naked from the waist down. His cock had stiffened. She tugged at the worn, boot and pulled it off. He wore no socks. His thin foot and long skinny toes were black with dirt and sweat. The stench was sickening. He extended his other leg. When the boot came off he wiggled his toes and spread his legs. She inched forward but he held up his hand. “You gotta make your mouth pretty if you want to suck,” he said.
    Sam went into the bathroom and brought back her lipstick, gloss, and small mirror. He handed them to her. She was about to turn away and place the mirror on a chair.
    “No,” Willy said. He pointed to the floor between his feet. “Put it here so I can watch you and so you can get close to my toes.”
    She looked up at him, “Please, I-I don’t...”
    “Do it!” he yelled.
    She placed the mirror between his repulsive feet and leaned down close to reapply her lipstick and gloss. “Why you doin’ that?” Willy asked.
    “You told me to.”
    “Yeah, but what you fixin’ your mouth up for?”
    She knew what he wanted her to say, “I want my...my lips to...to...look nice...to look shiny for you.”
    “Why does they have to look red and juicy? What’s the rule?”
    “I-I...am not allowed to...to...suck you unless my lips are the way you like to see them.”
    He grinned at Sam and nodded, “That’s right, little bitch. You just remember that.” He waved a hand at her indicating she was to finish. After she’d coated her lips with the gloss, she looked up at him for approval. “Yeah, that’s right. You learnin’ fast.” He cupped his balls pushing his cock toward her. “Kiss it first,” he said. She leaned in and pressed her lips lightly to the tip of his cock. “Now,” he said, “look at your husband and tell him what you just done.”
    Tommy crouched in the cage not two feet from them. She felt the tears well up when she looked into his face. The blood had caked around his broken nose and smashed mouth. His front teeth were gone, his eyes blackened. Then she glanced down to see that his penis had stiffened again and his hand was on it. “I kissed Mister Will’s cock,” she said.
    “You like kissin’ my cock?”
    She looked up at him, “Yes, yes I did. I liked it.”
    “From now on before you suck me off what you gonna do?”
    “I-I’m going to get down on my knees and kiss your cock.”
    “Yeah, that’s right. What you gonna do