Making the Chef Pay

Cleo’s lips were stretched over the big cock in her mouth, her tongue running over the hot tool as she flicked the tip, tasting the cum already leaking out. Lots of girls didn’t like the taste of cum, but not Cleo. She loved it. Loved to swallow it. She felt more of it pushed into her mouth, her tongue shoved out of the way with brute force. She had sucked cock down her throat, but that is when she controlled it. And it was never this big. The biggest was nine inches, but she couldn’t even take all of that. The hands gripped her head tighter and began to push down on her face, forcing her mouth to engulf the huge cock pushed between her lips. 

“That’s enough of being nice, don’t want a blow job, I’m goin’ to fuck your face.” He looked down at her hazel eyes, now wide open in fear. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his cock, stretched wide to accept its girth. “Take your last deep breath, cunt, I got some cock to feed ya.” He heard her suck in a deep breath through her nose, she’s learning he thought. He began to pull her head down, his hips forward, slowly forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He wanted to take her slow, to let her feel his power as he face-fucked her. He felt his cock hit the back of her mouth, a gag coming from her stretched lips. “That’s the end of the easy part, now comes the fuckin’. Open up that throat, it will make it easier. Gag if it makes it easier, either way it’s goin’ in, way in.” A flick of his hips sent another inch of cock down her throat. He saw her eyes widen, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, her throat choking on the cock as it plunged into her defenseless throat. It felt good, the gagging and choking massaging his cock in the confines of her throat. “Here’s some more, cunt,” his hips pushing in another inch of hard cock. She had over six inches of cock in her mouth, not much more then half. “Gotta long way to go, bitch, much more cock for you,” this time his hands pulling her head down onto his cock, feeding her another inch. 

Gagging and choking sounds came from Cleo’s mouth, muted by the huge cock protruding from her lips. Tears were running down her face now, her throat being rubbed raw by the cruel cock. She was hyperventilating through her nose, unable to breathe through her mouth. Her head was pulled up, as he forced her lips down over the cock, feeding her some more of the cock. It tore into her throat. His eyes watched her, no compassion in them, just plain lust. He pulled her off and then back onto the cock in her mouth. Her throat was emptied then just as fast it was plugged up before she even had a chance to catch a breath. He tugged her head down, jerking it up and down on his cock, each time feeding more and more of his cock into her mouth and throat. Her throat had a burning sensation from the friction of the cock plunging in. She tried to move her tongue over the cock, but it was too big, filling her mouth, pushing her tongue uselessly aside. She hoped she could get him to cum soon. At least that would sooth the burning pain. And she could breathe again.

Michael looked down at her. “Not miss high and mighty boss lady anymore, not with my big cock in your mouth,” jerking his hips and forcing the last two inches of cock in her throat. He had to hold her head tightly, his fingers digging into the side of her scalp as she tried to escape the brutal face fucking. Her lips were pressed up against his stomach, his balls resting on her chin. “Women wouldn’t talk so much if they always had a big cock in their mouth,” jerking her mouth up and down on his cock, masturbating his cock with her face. “Grab a mouthful of air, it’s the last your going to get until I cum, bitch,” slowly pulling his cock from her throat. He could feel it clamping tightly onto his hard meat as it slowly dragged from her dry throat, a popping noise ringing out in the room as it came out of her throat. 

Her tongue ran over it, finally able to move, bathing it, getting it wet before it plunged back into her oral cavity. “AAAAAHHHHHH, AAAAWWWW,” her mouth opened wide, sucking in a breath of air, her tongue tasting the cum leaking from the tip on her tongue. It sat heavily, salty and pasty in her mouth. “MMMMM, NNNOOOO, she cried out, her eyes looking at his, a smile on his face as he looked down at her. She had felt his foot push between her spread legs, the toe of his boot rubbing up and down her pussy slit, her panties, already torn, pushed aside.

Michael looked down at his shoe, the tip covered with a slimy sheen. “Will ya’ look at that, that’s pussy juice. Cleo, yah like suckin’ cock, it makin’ you hot?” He saw her face turn red in embarrassment, those big, innocent hazel eyes pleading with him. “You wanna cum with me, you want me to make you cum, is that what you want, Cleo?” His toe returned to her spread leg, pushing aside her skirt to one side, exposing a large expanse of naked thigh. He ran his toe along her naked thigh, higher and higher, feeling her body trembling as he moved closer and closer to her spread pussy. “Is this what you want?” He pressed the sole of his foot over her spread pussy and pushed hard, his weight forcing his rough shoe between her spread pussy lips, smashing onto her pink insides.

Cleo shook her head as best as she could, his cock still pinning her head to the table. It hurt when his hard sole rubbed her pussy raw. She shook her head again in panic as he did it again. It hurt, hurt bad. His sole of his work boot was ribbed, rubbing her delicate pussy.

“If you want me to stop, take my cock in your throat. Then I’ll rub nice and slow and make you cum. You want that, you wanna cum? He pushed on her pussy again, her body jumping in pain. He felt her move her head forward, his cock slowing being engulfed by her hot mouth again. “You’re learnin’, take more, you gotta take it all in again.” He watched as she strained forward, his cock pushing through the back of her throat again, her mouth opening wider again as she gagged on the cock. “Yeah, like that, like yah chokin’ on my big cock.”

The rope around her throat began to tighten as she moved forward. She could feel the huge cock slowly expanding her throat again. This time she was being forced to do it herself. She choked again, her stomach turning in pain as her air supply was cut off again. She pushed forward, the relentless cock moving deeper and deeper inside her mouth and throat. She pushed forward, the rope on her neck tightening more, digging into her tender flesh. She still had two more inches of cock to go, feeling the prickly pubic hair rubbing against her face. “GGGGAAAGGGHH,” her stomach turning. His pubic hair began to push into her mouth with his cock, mixing with her saliva, making her gag. She felt the toe return to her pussy, sliding from the bottom of her slit, up, spreading her pussy lips brutally aside as they rough leather rubbed harshly against her female flesh. She felt it push against her vagina, the pressure increasing as he pushed on his toe, attempting to push his boot into her vagina. “MMMM, NNNNNNN,” shaking her head, pushing the last inch of cock into her throat, hoping to make him stop, hoping to make him cum. She felt the toe of his boot turning, twisting, pushing on her vagina. She felt her vagina slowly forced to open as the pressure increased. What was he going to do, shove his boot up her vagina? It wouldn’t fit. The pressure increased, she could feel her vagina expanding outward as the rough leather pushed in. It felt like her vagina was over three inches wide, not wide enough for a shoe, least of all a leather work boot, but bigger then most cocks she ever felt. “MMMMMGGG,” her eyes pleading with him as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, choking and gagging on the huge cock embedded in her throat. Anything to stop the boot.

Michael looked down at Cleo. “You’re learnin’ whose the boss, you’re suckin’ my cock real good, you’re a real good cocksucker. If I knew you was this good, I wouldda been fuckin’ you sooner.” He pulled his boot from her vagina and slid it harshly up her pussy slit until he came to her clit. By increasing the pressure and rubbing the toe of his boot back and forth, he pushed her clit hood aside and exposed her delicate bud. He rubbed the ribbed sole over it. He knew it wouldn’t be able to take much of this abuse. She would cum real fast. He grabbed her head again. “Now for the fuckin’, cunt, make me cum.” He began to pull her head up and down, forcing his cock in and out of her mouth and throat. Faster and faster he pushed, her heading banging on the table as he pulled her face off his cock. He didn’t care, she was nothing but a cunt. Someone to blow his wad into. His boot moved harshly up and down her pussy slit. Faster and faster it went. 

Cleo could feel her pussy was so wet. The boot was masturbating her, her legs spread wide, tied tightly, unable to move. She could do nothing except kneel on the floor as his cock banged her head into the table, her throat rubbed raw by the cock that continually fucked in and out of her mouth, his stomach banging on her lips, smashing them into her teeth. He didn’t care if he hurt her, his eyes stared at her, a smile on his face as he banged her face faster and faster. She could taste the blood in her mouth, wetting his cock as he face fucked her. Her clit hurt. Hurt bad. Or hurt good, not sure which. She did not know how much more she could take. Her mouth hurt, her pussy hurt, her legs long ago lost all circulation and she could hardly breath. She felt the boot leave her pussy and then strike her spread pussy with his toe, her body jumping to the sharp pain in her groin. It continued to masturbate her again, rubbing up and down, the pain mixing with the pleasure. She could feel the cock in her mouth grow, her lips stretching wider, her throat gagging again as more cock was pushed into her throat. She knew he was going to cum in her mouth. He was going to cum now. She could almost feel it moving up the length of his cock as it shot out into her throat, directly into her stomach. He pulled out his cock until it only rested in the back of her mouth. It shot another load, this time making her cough, cum shooting up into her nose, filling her mouth with his hot cum. She screamed as she began to cum. Cum while being masturbated with a boot. Cum while bound and being face fucked. It hit her body like a freight train, tearing up from her abused clit, running through her nipples to shoot up her spine to her brain.

Michael pushed his boot into her cunt as he felt her body shudder. He knew she was cumming. Cumming like a two-dollar whore. He was filling her mouth with his cum. His first load while still in her throat. He pulled out, wanting to fill her mouth with his hot cum. He watched her nose running, her tears running down her face, cum leaking from her lips as they stretched tightly around his cock. He filled her mouth over and over, watching as she came all over his shoe. Shooting her pussy juice on his boot. “Cum for me, bitch, cum like the slut you are, drink my cum. I’ve much more cum for you. Much more.” He pulled his softening cock from her mouth, traces of cum pulling into streaks attached to her lips as he rested the tip on the edge of her lips, watching the last traces of cum dripping down, slowly into her mouth. Her tongue came out of her mouth, lapping at his cock, lapping at the last of his cum. Just like a dog. He felt her shudder one last time, his boot pulling from her pussy. It glistened from her pussy juice. He had always heard that pussy juice made a great shoe polish. I guess he would find out. He pulled his cock from her lips, her head hanging down, cum running out of her mouth. “That was good, bitch, but we have so much more, so much more fucking. And you have so many more holes to use.” He pulled back from her as she slumped down in her bondage. He liked the way she looked. Fucked.

To be Continued...