I glanced around at the men on the couch. “Please, give it to me,” I pleaded, clenching around him. “Please, I need it so bad. I want you to cover my face, put it in my mouth, in my hair, all over my tits.”
The CEO stood up and walked over to me, stroking his cock against my face. He rested a hand on the top of my head and pulled it back slightly. “Look at me. Keep those big eyes open the entire time. Don’t close them, no matter how much cum sprays all over this face. If you’re a little whore, you’re going to take cum like one.” My pussy tightened at the sound of his words, and Daddy pulled on my hair to hold my head back. I stuck my tongue out and nodded my head, keeping my eyes wide and trained on him the entire time. He stared into my eyes, at my lips, then toward my bouncing tits and came all over my face, his cum squirting out onto my cheek and to my forehead. My eyes shut almost instinctively, and he slapped me hard across the cheek. “I said not to fucking close those eyes.” He rubbed his cum all over my face as punishment, messing up my mascara and making my eyelashes sticky. After I opened my eyes back up, Daddy pulled me closer. “Be a good girl. Listen, follow orders, and you won’t be punished like that again. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy. I’ll keep my eyes open.” He gently rubbed my face where the man had slapped it. “Good.” I stared up at each man as they came all over my face, on my eyebrows, forehead, cheeks, lips, everywhere and anywhere they wanted to come. When the last man pressed his cock against my cheek and came all over my face, his cum squirting onto my cheek and up onto my forehead, Daddy grabbed my hand. “Come here.” He sat me on his lap, grabbed a cloth from beside him, and wiped the cum off my face. “Did I do good?” I asked, resting my hands on his shoulders. “You did so good, Kiara. So good.” He continued to wipe the cum off my face with one hand, rubbing small circles on my hip with the other as he stared into my eyes. My lips curled into a small smile, and I closed my eyes, letting him clean me off. After grabbing a glass of water from a waitress, he held it to my lips. “Drink this.” I grasped the cup and sipped it through the straw, the cold water making my warm insides feel good. When I handed him the glass back, he placed it on the side table next to me. “Would you like to stay a bit longer or get home?” he asked me. After looking around at the other men, I curled up into Jonah’s arms. “Home,” I said, feeling exhausted. “But I want to come back. Soon.” Jonah scooped me up into his arms and stood. “Soon, Kiara. I’ll take you back soon.” The next day, he invited me on a meeting with him and naturally I said yes. “Kiara, do you know why I brought you here?” Daddy asked, taking my hand and leading me into a conference room, where all my father’s coworkers and bosses sat. He shut the door behind us and ushered me further into the room. “Hmm?” “No,” I said, gulping. My father must’ve been somewhere in the building, so close. If he caught me with his bosses and the rest of his coworkers, my life would be over. He would scold me so hard, quit his job, and drag me halfway across the continent to somewhere new. Daddy began unbuttoning my button-up top, exposing the lacy black bra that he told me to wear this morning. After pushing it off my shoulders, he laid it on an empty seat at the head of the table and pulled down my skirt, folding it and setting it beside the shirt. I glanced around at the heated and hungry stares. “What are we doing?” “This mouth belongs to me, but this morning”, Daddy grasped my jaw, “you’re going to use it to suck off everyone at the conference table while your father gives a presentation today. And you’re not going to stop until they shoot their cum all over your face.” My breath caught in my throat, the warmth building in my core. “When your father is finished with his presentation, you’re going to crawl out from under that table, and your face had better be covered with cum. I want it dripping down your cheeks, in your hair, mixed with your mascara, all over your fucking body. I want you to be ruined.” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, excitement rushing through me. “Your father should be here soon,” he said, pulling out his chair for me to crawl under. “Why don’t you get a head start? You have an hour to make every one of these men come today. And if you don’t, you’ll get punished, Kiara.” He gently brushed his thumb across my lower lip. “You don’t want that, do you?” “No,” I whispered, dropping to my knees and crawling underneath the spacious table. Daddy gave the worst punishments imaginable. Halfway toward the first man, I heard the door open. Daddy greeted my father with a boisterous laugh and handshake, telling my father to get set up and start his presentation on some sort of business framework. I glanced over at my father’s legs and hoped to God that he wouldn’t notice me. After pushing my fear to the side, I continued until I reached the first man’s legs. Sitting at his feet, I rested my hands on his knees and slid them up his thighs. My pussy tightened, heat gathering in my core. After undoing his zipper, I pulled down his pants enough to pull out his hard cock. He leaned back in the seat, spreading his legs a couple inches wider and letting me take the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked gently, letting my spit slide down his shaft, then slowly took him into my mouth, inch by inch. My father started his lecture as I face-fucked myself on his coworker’s cock, his dick sliding so far down my throat over and over. The heat gathered between my legs, and the man’s hips twitched. I pulled back, not wanting to disappoint Daddy. I promised him that they would come on my face, not in my mouth or down my throat. Just as I pulled back, the man decorated my face with his cum. Crawling to the person beside him, I pulled down his pants and took out his dick. I stuck my tongue out and slapped his cock onto it, the noises drifting through the quiet room. The board member stilled and reached underneath the table, hand thrusting into my hair to shove me down onto his dick. When he slid into my throat, I held back a gag and sucked, trying hard for my throat to not make any noise. But his dick was so big, almost as big as Daddy’s. and my throat was so wet, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him shooting his load all over my face. Gagging softly, throat squeaking, I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, forcing him to hit the back of my throat with every thrust. He curled his fingers into my hair and held me down onto his cock, my lips against his hips and my tongue flicking against his balls. He froze and released my hair, grunting stiffly. I pulled back and stuck my tongue out, letting him spray his cum all over my face too. A thick string of it shot diagonally across my cheek, some dripping from my eyebrow and onto my eyelid, smearing my eye shadow. Once I crawled over to the next board member, I undid his pants and pulled out his veiny cock. As I sucked him off, he reached underneath the table and played with my full tits, his fingers grazing and pinching my nipples, bouncing my breasts up and down in his palms. Desperate to be touched, I unfastened my lacy bra and let it fall to the ground at his feet. He grunted and reached his other hand underneath the table, taking both of my tits to grope, grab, and squeeze for his pleasure. From underneath the table, I glanced up at him with cum covering my face and almost dripping into my eyes. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he pulled out to come on my face too. I licked the last bead of cum off the head of his dick and moved on to the next board member. After I crawled around the long conference table and sucked dick after dick, my face was coated in a thick layer of cum, some creamy, other spots thick and stringy, hanging off my lips and running down my chin, covering my eyelids. I had done exactly what Daddy asked me to do."Fuck Latifah !!" I moaned as I ate her out. Sucking and pulling her wet labia into my mouth. Letting my tongue search our the creaks and crevices of her dripping cunt. "I need you to...I need..." She moaned incidently. I had taken off mask so I could eat her put properly, and if she just turned slightly, she would see my face and recognize me. "What do you need, Latifah ?" I asked. "You""I'm right here, baby" I responded, licking her cunt in one fell swoop from bottom to top. "My ass. I need you to take it" My breath seized. I looked at her face to ensure she did not just say that from a drunken stupor. "What?" "Take my ass, Donald "I was so delirious, I almost missed the fact that she called me but my name. "Take it now. Please" she pleaded needily. Well then, this wasn't the time to ask how she must have recognized me. What my lady needed, she got. Thankfully we were in my room, so I stood from the bed and walked to the drawer and got out the butt plug I had, some oil a
Donald 's POVWhen I had seen her walk into the club, looking like a fish out of water, I couldn't believe it. I had not seen her in four years. After her asshole husband had isolated her from any and everyone from her past. We had dated for a year but never did more than kiss and hold hands before she was whisked away by her parents to marry some total stranger fifteen years older than her. I had heard that the asshole had died and was quickly buried, but seeing her in Las Vegas of all places, I knew it was the truth. And I would be damned if I ever let her slip out of my hands again. So when she walked drunkenly into my room, I knew the universe was on my side. I stared as her, tied up and blindfolded, and my dick hardened. I tossed her onto the bed, lying on her back. She cried out when she landed on her restrained wrists. I yanked my mask off and dropped it to the floor, I did not want her to know it was me right away, that time would come. I removed her heels before pulling
At that point she could not tell wrong from right. Her whole body was beaming, strung up with great doses of lust, so much that if this strange man decided he was no longer interested in taking her, she would beg him to. She would cry and beg on her knees. Stepping into her, not knowing the thoughts running in her head, he lifted his right hand and once again ran it down her face and neck, pausing on Zainab's pulse. It was racing. Her breathing ragged. Latifah felt like she might just pass out soon. Dropping his hand, he walked behind her again, and she heard a drawer open and close. Then darkness covered her eyes.A blindfold? She lifted her hands to remove it. “What …?”The material fell to her feet, and her arms were immediately grabbed and yanked behind her back.Before she could catch her bearings, Latifah was bent over the side of the bed in the room. She wanted to scream, but she could not. Her breath got caught in her throat. He held Zainab's wrists crossed with one hand
Latifah threw her hands up and swayed her hips to the music, causing her wet shirt to rise.The club lights bounced off on her newly pierced belly button and run down her exposed skin to where her jeans sit low on her hips.She had barely made it into Vegas before she ran into the club on the top floor of her hotel. She had simply showered to wash away the stress, dressed up and taken the elevator all the way up till she got there and immediately ordered two shots of vodka. It was some sort of mask party. But only a few people wore the masks. Most of the clubbers had their faces bare, dancing and jirating, so she didn't feel singled out. She jumped right in, dancing and singing along. One hour in and she had danced and drank EVERYTHING! It was her fucking body, anyways. A lot of men had come up to her to dance, but she wanted a bit of alone time. She wasn't just dancing. She took it as a ritual, completely washing away her dark past. Preparing herself to live and act her age. To
The first tear slipped out of her eyes like it was shy. Like it could not quite believe it was free, just like she could not believe she was finally free. After 4 years in an abusive marriage, 4 years of being beaten, talked down on, fucked and maltreated, being treated like she did not except to pleasure him and be his punching bag, Latifah just could not believe it was real and finally happening. As the men laid down her husband in the coffin and then put him into the cold, hard earth, her joy kept bubbling, slowly but surely. It had taken so long to get here. So fucking long and finally, fina-fucking-ly, she could be her own woman, she could love whoever she wanted, live wherever she wanted and fuck whoever could rock her body better. The car ride back home was quiet. Her driver knew better than to disturb her thoughts, she was after all, grieving. He didn't need to know the dirty thoughts floating around in her head. All the maids curtsied silently as Latifah walked into the
He slid two fingers into me, thrusting them roughly. I threw my head back and moaned, the pressure building in my core. I clenched around him as heat coursed through my body. He placed hot and wet kisses down my neck and slipped his hand under my top and groped my breast through my bra. After cursing into my ear, he curled his fingers around my bra cup and yanked it down so that my breast spilled right out of it. He did the same to the other side and squeezed both of my breasts through my shirt, drawing his palms against my hard nipples.He ground his hips against mine, and I let out a soft moan.“I want you inside of me,” I whispered. He teased my nipples some more, taking them between his fingers and tugging softly on them through my dress material. “Please …” A wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I took a deep breath and clenched hard. My pussy was aching to be filled by my husband’s big cock, to be thrust into over and over again. He tugged my hips closer to him, und