He squatted above her navel, then came down onto his knees, holding himself up just above her body. The tip of his cock, hanging down, almost touched her stomach. She gritted her teeth in disgust. Then he began to move forward, inching closer and closer to Emily's face.
He stopped, leaning forward so that his prick did make contact with her trembling tits. She whimpered at the brushing of his warm cock against her tits. He took his cock in one hand and started to rub it all over her tits, her nipples.
"No, no!" she protested, struggling against the bindings.
He laid his cock flat between her tits and mashed the mounds together around his cock. Emily was terrified that she might throw up. She looked down, saw the tip of his cock thrusting between her squeezed-together tits, the knobby point stabbing toward her face. Her eyes closed. She knew she was going to pass out.
"Suck it, Emily," she heard him say.
Eyes still closed, she shook her head vigorously. She would not! No way! Oh, dear God! He was starting to rub the end of his prick over her face. She sputtered as it touched her lips, stroking the defiantly closed crack of her mouth.
"You better open up and start sucking," Duke warned. "I'm getting hard, and I turn into an animal when my prick gets stiff."
"No," Emily whispered, choking the word out through closed lips and teeth. "I can't."
"You can, and you will," the man replied. He put his thumb on her upper lip, his finger on her chin, and he gave her face a sudden alarming wrench. Emily's mouth jerked open, gaping, and before she knew it, she had his cock inside her mouth.
"Bite me and I'll cut your tits off," the man added. "Suck my cock the way you sucked my finger, and I'll give you something sweet to drink."
Emily almost gagged, her mouth crammed with his cock. She could feel it hardening against her tongue. The longer it grew, the more certain she was she could not keep it inside herself.
"Mmmm, yeah, old Dukey's getting stiff!" the man exclaimed. "Use your tongue, Emily. Lick me all around, just like you did my finger. I bet this is gonna taste even nicer than your pussy juice. C'mon, baby, let's see if you have a mouth or just a hole to stuff food into."
He began to work himself in and out of her mouth in short strokes. Emily's eyes were filled with tears of shame and humiliation.
He gripped the upper framework of the brass bed. She heard the creak of metal as he started to rock back and forth, driving his cock into her mouth again and again, without mercy. She gasped, sobbed, tears stinging her eyes. The salty drops rolled down her cheeks as she endured the ramming thrust of Duke's cock.
He went too deeply, in his lustful eagerness. His prick was throbbingly, pulsatingly erect now, swollen enormously. Emily could hardly breathe around the meaty hard-on. She choked, gagged, as he plunged his cock to the upper edge of her throat. She felt as if she were about to vomit.
"Suck, baby! Move your tongue, slurp your lips, suck in those cheeks like a chipmunk! I wanna feel your jaws siphoning out my cum!"
She was afraid not to respond. Despite the unbearable awkwardness, Emily closed her lips around Duke's cock and she sucked, reluctantly, on the verge of nausea, but she sucked.
As he rammed her, she moved her wrists, straining impotently against the metal cuffs that locked her hands to the bedposts. The steel links bit into her wrists while his cock bit into the yielding wet softness of her mouth.
"Lick my cock while you suck," Duke gasped. "I have to feel your tongue on my prick, baby!"
Grimacing, she began to move her tongue inside her mouth, sliding it around and around his thrusting cock. The tickling touch seemed to inspire, to arouse him further.
"Yeah, Emily! Love the way you suck a cock, but I'm gonna teach you the right way to do it!"
She was sure she'd throw up. The bedframe creaked and the springs bounced as he pounded his cock into her mouth.
He moved faster, his plunges less deep but coming more rapidly. She could hardly keep her lips locked around him, as he'd demanded; she could hardly find time to get her tongue into motion either.
"Jesus, that feels good, Emily," he said, panting with the effort of filling her mouth.
His body tensed and thrust, cock sliding into Emily's mouth irresistibly. She choked, gasped, gagged, but it didn't make him stop or let up in the slightest.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out. Emily sucked in air, a slurpy inhalation, before she realized that her mouth was empty. Duke eased back, and she could see his face. It was flushed, glazy with sweat and lustful excitement. He reached down, slid his finger along the line of her lower lip.
"Not bad," he said, "but you've got room for improvement. I'll see that you improve, baby. Right now, though that tongue of yours has made me itchy. I think I wanna lick something myself."
He turned around, still astride her bare, tied down body, and she was looking straight up his hairy ass. The sight was disgusting. His buttocks were spread, and his hair-circled asshole was plainly visible. She'd never seen anyone's asshole before; she was astonished that the opening looked so tiny.
Duke leaned down into Emily's spraddled crotch. He put his hands on the insides of her thighs, holding them as if they belonged to him by purchase, and he smoothed his fingers over her skin. His face worked from side to side, across her hair-fluffed pussy.
She murmured in protest; it did no more good than any other murmur she had made since this experience began. He pushed the tip of his chin down onto her cunt and stroked her with it.
"Ah!" she groaned. "Please, don't! I don't want you to do that!"
"I don't give a fuck what you want, Emily!" the man said. "I'm doing this because it makes my prick twitch! Baby, whatever I do to you, I do because I wanna do it, because it makes me feel goooooood!"
And with that, be spread the lips of her pussy and started to waggle his tongue up and down the open crease of her cunt. Emily screamed at the contact of his tongue upon her pussy flesh. His hands were so rough, his tongue as sandpapery as it had felt lapping her nipples. She squirmed, but squirming did no good; she was still tied down, still a prisoner. She could only endure.
He licked though the folds of her pussy lips. "Please, no," she told him as his tongue slithered playfully into the tight mouth of her pussy.
She gasped as it suddenly shot deep inside her, licking in a semi-circle as it penetrated, then withdrawing and licking the other way around as it did.
"Oh, God!" she said.
He squeezed the clit area at the tip of her cunt.
"You're hurting me!" Emily whimpered. "Oh, don't doooo that!"
He squeezed again, and she knew that her clit had suddenly poked its glistening pink head upward. Then his tongue brushed over the tip of her clit and she gasped in shock. His lips pressed down, kissing her button.
Little shock waves rippled through her pussy. She moaned. He sucked the clit into his mouth, rolling his lips from side to side on its pink extension. Emily rocked vibrantly. His finger stroked the mouth of her cunt.
"You're getting wet," he said with smug superiority written onto every syllable. Emily could say nothing at all.
His finger pushed inside her, less roughly than he'd finger-fucked her earlier. There was a provocative rhythm to the stroke as he went inside Emily. She moaned, but when she jerked in response, it was a rhythmic jerking. She remembered the session in the tub, her finger playing hotly inside her pussy.
Duke licked her clit again. The button was stiffer now than it had been, even more sensitive in its extension. His tongue slid around the base of the clit, and he pressed in against both sides. She protested, but she knew, as his tongue caressed her again, as his finger continued that subtly erotic corkscrewing into the ever-wetter depths of her pussy, that she did not want him to stop just yet.