Chapter 9: Tasting Him

Before I can take even a single deep breath, he slams me on the walls and starts ramming it into me.

“Mmmmmmm”, I start to moan in pleasure as he continues to fuck my butt, even if my throat is so sore that moaning feels like drinking acid.

He keeps drilling my asshole for a while. Then he pulls it out of the butthole and turns me around to face him.

He places his lips over mine and I immediately open my lips to let his tongue inside. I kiss him hungrily and feel his hard member on my stomach. I try to grind my stomach on it to feel it more.

“Let’s see how your pretty little mouth feels on my cock!”, He says with his evil smile, places his hands on my shoulder and pushes me down.

I am down on my knees and face to face with his erection.

The smell fills my senses.

“Just taste it. It’s really not that bad”, mom tried to convince me to taste a new dish that she had prepared from a cookbook.

“Don’t make her do that. For heaven’s sake we can smell it!”, Dad told my mom looking horrifyingly at the dish.

“It really smells, Mom!”, I said, trying to convince her.

“No it doesn’t!”, Mom exclaimed in anger.

“That’s because your nose barely works. Remember that time, when you couldn’t smell the open kerosene bottle but she could track it with her nose? She, like me, was born with a dog’s nose. We can smell And I will tell you, this smells disgusting/ It is probably toxic!”, Dad said with a doubtful smile looking at the dish.

Mom looked desperately at me. I nod, agreeing with Dad.

Mom sighs in defeat.

“It might smell bad. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t even taste it!”, Mom exclaimed in desperation.

“I am sorry darling, I have to disagree with you there”, Dad said with a smile.

“Me too Mom. I am sorry! The thing that smells this bad will probably kill us”, I said with sincerity.

Mom looked angrily at me, then Dad, and then me again, and then gave a loud sigh and threw the dish in the garbage.

Yes, I have a better-than-average sense of smell, much better. So I can smell it. Smell where it was.

The smell is foul and pungent. It smells infinitely worse than the smell of the dish my mother prepared.

But somehow, my mouth is salivating with greedy hunger. My eyes are fixed on it, trying to devour its sight. The veiny shaft, the big head and the hair-covered testicles covered in juices. Everything is exciting me.

I open my mouth as wide as I can and start slowly enveloping the head with my mouth to make it last longer. The taste is disgusting, viler than anything I had ever tasted, more disgusting than actual vomit.

But somehow I don’t care. Somehow all I can think of is slowly devouring it. It’s causing swirls of lust throughout my body.

I start licking the head, pushing my tongue in his pee-hole and sucking it more intensely than I have sucked any lollipop, any candy. I run my tongue haphazardly over the entire surface. I push it into his pee-hole and try to scoop out his precum.

I devour the feel of his hardness, the spongy head, the dip of hardness, I devour the delighted sounds he keeps making. I feel proud, I feel excited. I feel it burning in between my legs. If I was brave, if my hands were not tied, I would plunge two fingers inside it, instead, it keeps aching in desperation.

“Look up”, he orders. I do. I see him holding the phone and pointing its camera towards my face. This excites me more. I can’t imagine how I look with a penis inside my mouth.

I always had a child-like innocent face. People always assumed I was younger than I really was. This has changed recently with the advent of my breasts but my face still looks like it can star in Disney shows.

I wonder what people will say if they see my innocent face wrapped around a penis.

He grabs my hair in his fist with one hand and pulls my head, pushing more of his penis into my mouth. I keep sucking and licking it.

He pulls my hair away, pushing my head away, pulling his penis nearly out of my mouth and then pulls my hair towards him, pushing his penis back in. He keeps repeating, keeps fucking my mouth using my hair.

I devour the pain; I keep licking and sucking it. The room only hears his grunts and the wet sounds of it coming in and out of my mouth.

With every stroke, he keeps getting deeper and deeper. Soon he reaches my throat. It feels like it can’t go in. But he keeps its head just on my throat, grabs my head tightly and gives a sudden push.

It forcefully enters, and shoves, into my throat.

My neck and my throat were aching in pain since I was on the noose. Now insides of my throat, the sprained bones, are being forced to expand to let it pass.

The overwhelming pain makes my eyes tear up again, blackens my vision and makes my body shiver. I can’t breathe. There is no way for air to pass. Tears start falling from my eyes again as my body shivers in pain and panic.

I hear his satisfying grunts as he enters deeper into my throat. I look at him. His face is filled with lusty hunger.

His grunts, his look and all the excruciating pain are making me wild, and more hungry than ever. In between my legs, it has become throbbing, steaming hot lava. It needs attention, it needs to be touched, poked, hit, or anything.

When he is completely inside, when my nose is pressing against his belly, he wraps his hand around my head, and keeps pulling my face into his belly.