A series of short shots of jism splashed into the back of her throat, coating her tonsils with cum, washing her mouth with thick, hot, salty jism. The taste didn't repulse her as she expected it to. Still, it was revolting to be forced to receive his jism in her mouth. Although his jism didn't taste too bad, the mere fact that she was being forced to swallow his cum made her sick. She earnestly fought off the urge to retch.
"Gulp it down, cocksucker! Drink it! Suck my cum down your filthy fucking throat, you worthless bitch! Suck my cum and milk my prick just like you did before!"
She gulped his jism down. And, as she forced herself to drink his cum, she wondered what he was talking about. She vaguely remembered Jerry saying something else about her previous experience with sucking cock. He had told her that the only virgin hole she had left in her body was her asshole. How did Jerry know that she had been face-fucked before? She was terribly distressed to think he somehow knew the stranger in Central Park that had raped her mouth. She shrugged the thought off, know full well that Jerry couldn't possibly know that she had been assaulted so crudely earlier in the day. Still, his vague references worded her.
"Drink my cum, you bitch! Suck it down! Come on! Do it!" he shouted lewdly.
He smacked her hard across the mouth, jarring her teeth with his heavy blows. She saw stars, but she kept sucking his cum down her throat. It was a degrading experience, but the pain that enveloped her face told her that she would be wise to keep drinking his vile jism. She milked his cock, pursing her lips and sucking his jism down. Her jaws ached terribly, but she had to continue with her lewd task of gulping down his sticky, scalding cum.
Jerry tensed the muscles in his asscheeks and plunged forward, halting abruptly when his prick was buried deep in her slurping mouth. His cockknob throbbed and let out another jet-stream of slippery jism which flooded her mouth. She was unable to gulp down his thick load in one swallow, and she gagged. Cum gushed out of her mouth, coating her lips and chin. She gurgled, and cum mixed with the saliva on her lips to produce viscous bubbles which burst around the base of Jerry's turgid cock-shaft. She was so terribly ashamed and degraded by the ruthless raping of her mouth. Doris felt like two cents waiting for change.
Jerry stepped back a pace and stood towering over her, his drooling prick dangling before her face. He gripped the base of his cock and squeezed it, causing his piss-slit to open. An obscene gob of jism formed on the tip of his bloated prick. "Lick it off!" he commanded harshly. "Lick the cum from the tip of my cock, you whore!"
She shuddered in disgust and turned her head. Jerry reached down and grabbed a thick bunch of her damp blonde hair in his fist.
Her scalp was killing her. Her hair felt like it was being torn out by the roots. Finally, he relented and released his grip on her hair, laughing loudly at her horrid predicament. She knelt before him, her mouth drooling with his spent jism.
"That was pretty good, cunt!" he snorted. "Yeah, you give a damned good blow-job, Doris. If you ever need a reference for the job of cocksucker, give me a call. I'll be glad to give you a good recommendation. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Doris pouted and cried. Her mouth was coated with dried cum – and she could still taste the salty mixture of his jism as it spilled down her throat. She licked her lips, trying to clean the jism from her mouth. Then, she realized that his turn had dried, making her eyelids stick together. She was a real mess, and she knew it. She broke down and cried hysterically.
"Why did you do this to me?" she screamed. "Oh shit!" he replied gruffly. "It wasn't all that bad. Now you hustle your sweet ass into the bathroom and get cleaned up before Congressman Barth gets here. You've got to look sharp to meet the Congressman. He's a very important man."
"B-but, I still don't understand why he wants to see me," she replied plaintively. "What is this all about, anyway?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Jerry replied, slapping her on the ass as she scurried into the bathroom to get washed up.
CHAPTER FOUR
Doris was still washing out her mouth, trying to get rid of the taste of jism, when Jerry knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hey, Doris," he shouted. "Get your ass in here. The Congressman wants to have a word with you! Right now!" Jerry's voice conveyed a sense of dire urgency, and Doris definitely didn't want to keep a Congressman waiting. So she hurried up and dressed and stepped through the door, into the room where Jerry had face-fucked her only moments before.
A husky, dark man with a fine suntan sat, crosslegged, in the shadows. He was well-dressed, wearing an expensive pin-striped suit. At his side was a large leather satchel. He smoked a big cigar and tapped one foot on the floor impatiently. Doris couldn't see him very clearly, for the shadows in the corner blotted out his features.
"Step forward, Doris," the Congressman said coolly. "Let's have a look at you."
Doris shuddered at the sound of the man's yoke. She swore that she had heard that voice before, but she was not certain where or when. Timidly, she stepped forward with mincing steps.
Casually, the Congressman lifted a hand and removed his sunglasses. "Come closer and take a good look at me, Doris. I'm sure you'll remember me. It was a most extraordinary meeting, as you will doubtless recall."
Doris moved a step closer and looked the Congressman over carefully. He had dark, coarse, wiry hair, parted on one side of his head. His eyebrows were thick and bushy. She noticed that one of his bottom teeth was slightly chipped at the top. She was startled to see that he had a brown circular birthmark at his hairline, about the size of a dime.
"Oh, no!" she gasped, her heart racing a mile a minute. "It… it can't be!" He was the man who had attacked her in Central Park! She was certain that he meant her harm. This was no chance meeting, she realized. The Central Park marauder who had forced her to suck his cock had called her there for a specific purpose. Her mind raced as she now comprehended all of the vague references that Jerry had made about her having been face-fucked before, about how the only virgin hole in her body was her asshole. It dawned on her all at once. The brutal man named Jerry was employed by the Central Park rapist – Congressman Barth.
"So, you recognize me." Congressman Barth sat calmly, displaying not a hint of shame or remorse.
"No! No!" she hastened to reply. She felt that it was best to lie. Perhaps if she pretended not to recognize the man, he would let her go. There was no telling what he might do if he was certain that she could identity him.
"You're lying, you bitch!" he hissed, standing up quickly and grabbing her by her arms. She trembled and tried to pull away, but he held her tightly. "You know me and you know me well. Who am I? Answer me!"
"You-you're the man in the park," she blurted. "You're the evil man who attacked me and made me suck his cock! I hate you! You're a perverted bastard!"
She hardly managed to get the words out of her mouth before he smacked her, knocking her to the floor. "You bitch! You reported me to the police. Because of you, my career is in jeopardy. I was arrested tonight. They caught me running from the park. I fit the description that you gave to the police. They didn't book me because I am a rich and powerful man in this State. They knew damn well that I'd have their asses in a sling if they crossed me. But, if you identify me and testify against me, my life is ruined. I cannot allow that." His eyes gleamed with anger and disgust. "No, I simply cannot have a fucking teen-ager destroying me."
"I won't identify you! Honest I won't testify against you either. Mr. Barth! Please, believe me!"
"Tie the bitch up, Jerry," Congressman Barth commanded. "I'm going to place the fear of God in her."