Named and Shamed by C. P. Mandara Read Free Book Online

Sir, and I want to swallow every last drop that you choose to offer me. I want to please you, offer each tight, wet...'
    'That will do nicely, Marianna, thank you,' said Mark, realising his willpower wasn't all it could be this late in the day. 'Now, open that beautiful jaw and offer your throat to me.' He was already reaching for his zipper, and his cock needed little encouragement. It sprung free and landed on the sweet warmth of her enticingly long tongue. Like a good little sex-slave she obediently waited to be allowed the privilege of sucking him off. So, she had been trained well. It was time to see if she could deliver the goods. 'You may suck, slut.' But as her sweet mouth enclosed his member in the tightest embrace, he brought the looped belt down wickedly hard on her backside and pushed forward, jerking forcibly from his hips, almost as if he wanted to bruise the back of her throat. His control had nearly vanished. Taking a steadying breath as she gagged around him, he softened the blows of both his belt and his cock. He had forgotten himself. Using the belt to cup her buttocks with his tear-shaped hold, he pulled the tempting rondures towards him, letting the belt cup, caresses and tease them. It would be hard for her to tense her body, which would lessen the sting of the stroke, because she would be concentrating on the glorious things she was doing to his cock with her tongue and lips.
    Two years had not lessened her proficiency at completing the task in hand, or mouth, to be exact. Back and forth he pummelled her throat with the potent desire of one who had long been denied release, albeit not nearly as long as she had. The belt crashed down on her flesh, over and over, and he'd be lying if he said the intense pink glow of her backside didn't arouse him. He laid into her, but this time with measured precision, judging her pain threshold carefully. She wasn't a masochist, that much was clear, but he could still have a little fun with her. He always put them through the horrors of hell, before letting them get a glimpse of the glitteringly-wet, pearly gates of heaven.
    Marianne's mouth worked him over and over. It had been a long time since it had been filled quite this snugly, which in Matthews' case was full-to-bursting. She was trying her hardest to please, which meant she was sucking with something akin to the concentrated power of a vacuum cleaner. She might not have had a sexual partner for two years, but she had diligently practised sucking with her favourite eight inch dildo every evening before she went to bed. It barely compared to the real thing. Matthews' cock filled her mouth so tightly there was barely room left to breathe and the constant pounding left her no time to suck in air. That didn't mean she wasn't enjoying herself though. This was the most fun she'd had in two years and she was going for gold. Her ass smarted fiercely at each new blow his belt delivered and the continued swipes had more sting in them than that of a killer bee, but she let her mouth hoover up the nice fat specimen of male-hood to the best of her ability. She could hear him moaning. Little grunts and groans of pleasure escaped, and the more aroused her boss became the deeper the swing of the belt in his hands. She knew it was a race. Could she make him come before the pain reached intolerable levels? But she needn't have worried. He let out a gigantic roar of pleasure and began to fill her mouth with his seed, still thrusting away vigorously. When he eventually withdrew she found herself feeling bereft. Closing her tender lips she winced as a dribble of creamy semen began to seep down her chin.
    'You'd better not spill another drop, Marianna. That's one of my favourite carnal sins and will be punished. Remember what I said earlier about swallowing?' Matthews concentrated on rearranging his trousers before he deigned to look upon her again. When he had calmed down somewhat he picked up the saucer of spilt coffee that had long