“I cum now.” But she doesn’t, not at once, not after announcing a couple of more times.
“I cumming.”
He swallows and wonders how cum can taste so bad. He has eaten dozens of guys ever since he was young, and while they did not all taste good, none was quite as unpleasant as Bianca.
She slumps and remains quiet, he rests his head on her pubes and belly.
“Massage my feet, slave.” she says after a while. “I like massage.”
Tom sits on the mattress and takes to rubbing her manly feet in his lap. He’s surprised he likes it. She orders him to her legs. He’s still intrigued by how hard and rubbery they are, the thighs especially. A combination of walking and standing long hours and low caloric diet, he suspects. He runs his hands up and down her, from ankle to knee and knee to crotch. He wishes for oil or lotion. No, she has neither.
He has her get on her belly and massages her calves and the backs of her thighs. He’s nearly fully erect as he does her small buttocks. He runs his hand between them and finds her butthole which he stimulates with circular finger tip motions and presses. His hand reaches deeper between her legs, to her balls. He plays with them and her cock. Bianca turns on her back, and he tends to her, with one hand massaging and grabbing gently at her balls and one hand going down her shaft.
“I need to pee.” she says. “Sit on your butt on the floor.”
She stands by him, hard small ugly cock in her hand. He opens.
“You must drink it all. Don’t drop anything on the floor. My room is not a toilet. You are.”
He waits. She waits too.
“You drink my pee. Okay?”
He nods, mouth open. Still nothing coming. He reaches for her tight, small sack and plays gently with it. He has no idea whether that will help.
At last, a dark yellow, very pungent slow stream forms at the tip of her dick. She stops when his mouth is half full and lets him swallow.
“Good dog. Did you like it? Open. It turns me on to use you as my toilet.”
He nods mouth wide again. She fills him up, a bit fuller this time. He drinks in two swallows. The taste is really bad, but it matters little. His large cock is hard and aches. To his shame and delight, he feels grateful.
“What do you want to do now?” she asks after one last liquid transfer.
With her stiff member stuck in his face he knows the question has one answer.
“I want to suck your dick.”
“Beg!”
“Please let me suck your dick. It makes me so horny to suck him. I’ve waited for so many days. I really need to suck your penis.”
“I think you do.” she says, but she withholds it.
“I’ll be happy to do anything if you let me. I’ll be your good dog, obey your every command.”
“We see about that.”
She toys with him more, making Tom follow her on his knees, pausing for only short mouth and cock encounters, before stopping on the plastic chair edge and giving him free access. She manages a few more short unannounced squirts of pee as she sucks him.
“You had your drink for today, you should not be thirsty now.” she suggests.
He is, and has been for a while. The room is still hot and he’s been sweating. She stands and reaches for her dress which she puts on.
“But I did not and I don’t have water. Stand there, I go to shop. Stand on your knees, butt down on the floor. I want to find you in the exact position when I return.”
She puts her shoes on and no underwear, and leaves dick poking through her tight dress, to Tom’s disbelief.
It must be at least fifteen minutes before she returns with one 1.5l plastic bottle, no longer full. She takes everything off and takes the bottle to the chair.
“Open mouth! Head up!”
She pours water carefully in his mouth and waits for him to swallow, until the bottle is half empty.
“Good doggy!”
Tom welcomes the praise as he did the water.
She puts the bottle by the chair and reaches for his balls, tapping them from below before grabbing and starting to twist.
“Tell me how much you like me destroying your balls.”
“I love it. I do.” he grits.
“No limits?”
“Yes, please. Do what you want to my balls. Destroy them.” Tom very much wants to say garbage like this and he would enjoy it, if not for the pain and fear he experiences. His balls certainly don’t feel good in her hands, fingers are not meant to hold them so tightly.
She squeezes, he gasps. His breathing accelerates to quick, open-mouthed pants. He’d like to tell her or ask her to stop, but he cannot. He wants to give her his everything. And when not in situations like this one, he thinks he wants his balls brutalized, no matter how little he actually likes it.
“I just love to see the pain on your face.”
She squeezes more and holds her very stiff cock in her other hand.
“Oh, you’re making me so fucking hard.”
He whimpers.
“Open.”
Another vulgarly collected spitball lands.
“Suck my toes.”
She lets him go and he drops face onto her feet, which are smellier after her being outside. It’s stomach-turning and sickening, and Tom who’s a germaphobe never wished for anything like it. But right this very moment his balls are happy with this out.
“Lick between my toes. I want your tongue in there. That’s it.”
She presents her arches and the balls of her feet for him to lick. After quickly checking his balls with a soft slap, she beckons his face to her sweaty belly. She directs him to tongue her rank navel and salty sweat covered chest and nipples.
“Suck my nipples! I like it.”
She leans further for him to get access to her hairy armpits.
“Lick my sweaty underarms!”
One and then the other. The stale sweat is yucky, though not nearly as indignant as some of her other body parts have been.
Then back to cock sucking, a respite from the odious abuse.
“You really love sucking him. Giving him pleasure.”
Stop calling it he, freak, Tom means angrily mutinous, but says “Yes, Bianca, I love him very much. Very, very much.”
“Okay. I’ll let you suck him now.”
She moves to the mattress into a comfortable position and has him on his belly, face in her groin. She relaxes to his soft nibbling and suckling and strikes up a conversation.
“Why you not want to call me Mistress?”
“Why won’t you call me Mistress?” he corrects her.
“What you mean?”
“That’s how you say it. In proper English.”
“My English is not good, baby. I can teach you Tagalog. I’m not smart, baby. Just a simple ladyboy.”
Tom has no idea what every Filipino means when they saying they’re simple, nor why they’re so keen to introduce themselves as such.
Her hand reaches down his back to his buttocks and in between. He moans and twitches with anticipation.
“Bianca?”
“Yes?”
“Would you please try to fuck my ass?”
“Okay, baby. I can do for you.”
“See if you like it. Really hope you do.”
He came prepared.
“I have lube. And condoms.”
He has bought three small sized ones, the likes of which he cannot fit on his own dick.
She has him get on all fours and mounts him clumsily. Tom feels that this makes up for all his efforts and misery and he softens up. He puts his face down and bum up, trying to get her deeper.
Alas, it is not meant to be and the sweet fucking is corrupted by a new villainy. Bianca stops often to ask her cock cleaned. He did nothing to clean his hole and the condom taste mixes with his own ass rancid, fecal taste.