Restless in Manila Ch. 02 by VerbalAbuse,VerbalAbuse

She turns back to him and feeds him her dick. Still on the phone. Tom’s pretty sure it’s about him. He guesses the other party is being informed of what’s going on at that very moment. She interrupts him a couple of times to dump in his mouth a yucky spit ball she has gathered noisily from the back of her own.

When she puts the phone away she bends over him and opens her mouth very wide on his. Tongues meet, lips are chewed. For some reason, Tom finds it harder on him than earlier in the day. It definitely tastes rotten, it has a toilet quality to it. His mouth revolts as she does not let go of the fetid kiss. She sits on the one plastic outdoor chair in her room and drags him still on his knees to her, to continue the oral villainy. Twice in a row he’s overwhelmed by puke reflexes that he stops only up in the throat. She doesn’t let go, not for a moment, not when he takes his hands from his back and means to put them forward. The abuse brings tears to his eyes.

At last, she pushes him on her cock.

“Yeah, baby. Suck it! Suck my cock!”

She pushes out on the stool to give him better access. He’s relieved.

“Are you my dog?” she wants to know.

He’d answer, but has Bianca’s small dick lodged in the back of his mouth.

“I want to hear you’re my dog.”

She lets him breathe after a deep, forceful mouth fuck.

He nods, chin covered in spit and mucus, tears back to his eyes. “Yes, your dog. I’m your dog.”

“Good! Let me see it. Walk like a dog. Door and back.”

He does as told, walking on all fours, sitting on his ankles, hand on the floor, butt in the air, with elbows on the floor and chin on hands. Rolling on the floor is the worst, too absurd to believe. He fixates on her face and her hard dick through the ordeal, she grabs at and slaps lightly at his balls.

“Maybe I should get you a collar. Have you eat and drink from a bowl. What do you think?”

For a moment Tom feels like telling Bianca exactly what he thinks. Something along the lines of you stupid, stinky, ugly fuck, why don’t you go dog walk yourself! He only manages “I am your dog. I don’t think.” out loud.

“Good doggy. Come here. On the knees! Straighten up! Butt forward!”

She grabs his balls and plays with them in her right hand. She puts the left in his hair and pulls down to force his face upwards. She squeezes and twists and watches him. He squirms and tries to suppress moans and cries.

“Are you okay?”

What sort of question is that?

She squeezes harder, alternating between full palm or between finger tips. His mind is on his breath.

“I love your face now. So hurtful. Do you like it?”

Harder. He sweats scared.

“Please!” he moans softly. “Yes, I do!” He can’t bring himself to say no, no matter how strongly he feels.

“You want me to do harder?”

He pants.

“Yes, please.”

She does, he cries and falls. It’s not so bad, now that she has stopped. He lies on the floor, not ready to pick himself up. He’s thirsty, the room’s too hot.

“Up, sit on your butt. Open! Wide! Wider!”

Fingers enter his mouth, two, then three. She stands above him, fucking his mouth. He gags, she helps him. Light slaps on the cheeks, he smiles tears back in his eyes. More mouth hand fucking.

“I think you had enough. Would you like to suck my cock?”

“Yes, please, very much so.”

She laughs.

“Yeah, I know you do. That’s the only thing you want.”

No, that’s the only thing you want. he protests mentally.

But rather than have him suck her, she shoves his mouth onto her cock, pressing and holding his face tightly against her belly. Still more fucking. He has to struggle for air a couple of times and places his hands lightly on her hips even more often. He just does not dare to push her out.

She pulls out and turns his head to the side. He breathes noisily. She pulls him by the hair to face her up and clears her throat. He opens his mouth for another spitball.

She leaves him to check her phone by the window, naked and with a stiff erection, allowing Tom time to recover. When she’s done, she posts herself in front of him.

“Try not to make much noise.”

He nods. The walls are thin and they can hear the neighbors.

“Spread them wide. Wider!”

Tom spread his legs.

She raises her knee and gives him soft slaps with her foot.

“Hands at your back.”

She takes one step back and kicks him. Not really hard, but it hurts like a bitch. She repeats. Once, twice… He cries loudly and leans forward after the fourth kick. She helps him straighten up and resumes the abuse. She’s hard.

“You can do it, baby. This what you want. Let me see your face.”

His mind shuts down, torn between conflicting imperatives. His body decides it’s time to take to the floor after a dozen kicks.

Bianca waits for him on the mattress before ordering him to all fours.

“Crawl to me. Was it good, baby?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

“Did you like?”

“I needed it.” He had believed that. It was him that had told her he needed some serious balls kicking. At the time it was aroused talk and much fun. What just happened, not so much.

“Kiss my feet.”

She pushes herself forward and spreads wide.

“Balls.”

He sucks them. His own balls still hurting. She leaves him like that, before ordering him to suck her.

“I’ll let you choose.” she offers and raises her legs to offer him the whole of her. He does not hesitate going for her unshaved asshole. She lets him give her a long hard tonguing before moving to the middle of the old sweat smelling mattress on all fours. He follows and she puts her chest down and opens her butt with her hands. He pushes his tongue in and she her ass out.

“Put your tongue inside, baby.”

Tom doesn’t know exactly what she means, his tongue cannot penetrate her closed anus. But it’s not for lack of trying. She slides a finger tip in there and then feels for his mouth. He lets her in and sucks the revolting offer. It tastes vile, fecal and very pungent.

“Good, baby?”

“Yes, Bianca. I love it. Thanks for letting me eat your nasty, foul ass.” he says rebelliously.

He sucks her ass and she fingers again, a bit deeper this time and back to his mouth. The routine repeats until he’s asked to open his mouth wide over her hole.

“Eat it, baby. I want to feel your tongue inside my hole. Harder. You want me to fart in your mouth?”

“Please! I want you to fart in my mouth.”

“I’ve been holding it for you since morning, baby.”

She lets out a bad one and he has to stop breathing.

“Don’t stop, baby. I want to feel your tongue in as I fart.”

His tongue presses on when it hits the second time around, and he feels her opening up.

“Don’t worry, baby, I will not poo in your mouth.”

He eats her out as she keeps sticking fingers ever deeper from ass to mouth and farting inside him. Tastes get worse, less pungent and more fecal.

Tom wonders what sort of depraved old perverts had informed her play to date. Surely, she did not come up with this on her own, no decent person would.

When she’s done she has him lying down on his back and climbs on top of his face on knees and elbows. She fucks his much abused mouth.

“I want to cum, baby.”

She pulls out and moves up the mattress, to rest her back against the wall. She signs him to suck her on his belly.

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