Humiliated

Her nails dug into my scalp as a violent spasm ripped through her, her hardened clitoris throbbing against my tongue like a frantic little heart. A jet of hot fluid flooded my chin as she screamed, her orgasm tearing her from all control. I continued licking through her convulsions, the pain of my burning breasts mingling with the metallic taste of her pleasure on my tongue.

It took her a moment to calm her spasms, but she stayed in place, forcing me to remain.

"Here's a tip,"

a golden liquid began to flow into my mouth. It wasn't my favorite part of the job, but it added to the exciting and perverse aspect.

The thick liquid trickled down my tongue, its acrid, musky taste forcing me to swallow with difficulty. She held my head pressed against her sex, her fingers gripping my hair like talons as I swallowed every drop. A golden trickle slid down my chin, mingling with the traces of her already dried pleasure.

She finally withdrew with a satisfied sigh, leaving me breathless, my mouth still slightly open and wet. As I gagged, her husband positioned himself in front of me.

"Good idea, I don't want to seem stingy. Open your mouth."

I opened it, and it was his turn. I couldn't swallow it all as the flow arrived, running down my throat, but I could still take it all over my chest.

Her hot stream splashed my tongue, the salty, musky taste flooding my mouth as I tried to keep my lips open enough not to spill any. White streaks ran down my breasts, marked by the whip, mingling with the still-burning red welts. His hand plunged more brutally into my hair as a spasm made him groan, forcing my head back and forth as he finished ejaculating down my constricted throat.

My slightly perverse smile angered him; he spat on me, grabbed my red hair, and **** my face against the puddle on the floor.

"Lick it up. I don't want a trace left."

My face pressed against the cold floor, I extended my trembling tongue toward the murky puddle, each movement rekindling the burning sensation of the marks on my breasts. Saliva and mingled fluids clung to my swollen lips as I methodically cleaned every square inch of the parquet floor, my red hair pulled back by his relentless fist.

"Faster," he growled, giving my hair a brutal jerk as his wife shoved her hand into my anus again. I gasped at the penetration, my body barely able to swallow, but he gave me ****; my tongue continued its work.

My whole body trembled under their manipulations, my tongue scraping the floor with exhausted submission while his fingers probed my anus with methodical brutality. Each thrust tore a muffled moan from my aching throat, my trembling lips collecting the last cloudy drops of the mixture of saliva and bodily fluids.

It was endless, but I reached a stage where my torment magnified my pleasure; it was indescribable.

The dominatrix's fingers plunged deeper into my anus, twisting the vibrating plug with a calculated cruelty that drew a hoarse cry from my throat. My stomach clenched violently, the mixture of pain and pleasure electrifying every nerve in my broken body.

"Keep licking, bitch," the man growled, yanking harder on my hair, tearing out red strands as my tongue frantically scraped the floor.

My body arched involuntarily under their double ****, the muscles of my stomach throbbing between the brutal penetration and the sadistic tugging of my hair. A trickle of saliva mixed with the remnants of their offering escaped from my parted mouth as the dominatrix twisted the plug in a circular motion, the silicone scraping against my burning walls, her hand joining the plug, pushing it in even further.

"You're trembling like a female dog in heat."

"Like a female dog in heat," she repeated in a hoarse voice, brutally shoving the plug in with a final flick of her wrist that brought tears to my eyes. My body convulsed, the muscles in my stomach contracting spasmodically as my tongue continued to scrape the floor in a hypnotic motion. The man suddenly released my hair, letting my head fall heavily against the parquet floor with a dull thud, just before he pressed the sole of his shoe against the back of my neck, crushing my face against the last traces of moisture.

My body experienced a violent orgasm unlike any I'd ever known before. Sparks flashed in my vision. Satisfied, the dominatrix withdrew from me, plug and all.

I was knocked out when I came to. I saw that they had gotten dressed, looking at me with satisfied expressions.

"You can thank your boss; your actions saved our relationship by releasing our pent-up desires. Here's a tip."

She threw several bills at me—a minor humiliation, part of their routine, I suppose. I smiled, thinking, "More satisfied clients." I stood up as my escort came in to make sure everything was alright.

"Well, that sounds like it was intense. You'll definitely earn your pay."

She helped me to my feet and got me ready to look presentable. I felt my body recover for a little while, but once again, I had risen to the occasion.