Not on Purpose

The benefit of the plate was that it had a small divot in the center. It helps Nicole keep it balanced on her head as she methodically and carefully takes long licks of the man's hairy balls. He makes little grunts in between open-mouth chewing. "Start working your way up the shaft," he says with a mouthful of sandwich.

Nicole starts to feel pride as she works her way to the bottom of his cock. She manages to maneuver so her lips are on the side of his cock while her tongue snakes under all while not dropping the plate. The hardest part is not gagging on his hair. It doesn't take long for her to move up the estimated four inches to that thick head. It's still the only thing about the man that impresses her. As she twirls her tongue around it she feels the excitement start to build inside. She's so impressed with her ability to lick cock and balance the heirloom. There's a familiar pleasurable clenching inside that makes her gasp. And that's when it happens. The plate slips off the top of her head and crashes to the floor next to her.

"Oh no!" Nicole exclaims, but the ending of her "no" is muffled as the man shifts forward and fills her shocked mouth with his cock. She wants to stop and look to see if the plate is fixable, but Nicole knows the man wouldn't want that. So she does what any good slut would do and prioritizes the meat between her lips.

As she slobbers on his cock he says "mmphh, yeah, that's right, you serve your man first and keep the house second. That's all you should be doing with your life."

Her knee shifts and she feels a piece of the plate. A soft whimper escapes her throat as she thinks about her parents visiting Sunday for dinner. Her mother always said to save the plates for special occasions. Another whimper as he pushes forward hitting the back of her throat. It brings her focus back.

"I hear those little moans," he says mistaking Nicole's sad whimpers of sorrow for pleasure. He grabs her hair and pulls her head back so she can see his face past his enormous gut. "Tell me how much you love this."

Nicole, panting, says softly "I love...sucking your cock."

"Louder so the neighbors can hear."

Right, she thinks, the window is open. Again, hoping no one is out in the parking lot, she yells "I LOVE SUCKING YOUR COCK!" And he pulls her forward again. Burying her face in his hair and flesh. Holding her there as she tries her best to use her throat muscles to keep pleasuring him. Barely getting air.

"Where's the lube?" He asks and releases her hair.

Nicole pulls back. Gasping. "Up-upstairs."

He shakes his head. "Dumb fucking millennials can't follow simple instructions. What did I tell you?"

She didn't remember. She only remembers him pulling it out of her toy box and putting it on the nightstand.

"Do you want me to go get it?"

"I told you to keep it with you at all times because I'd be coming for your ass."

Oh right, she remembers. He said her ass was thick. "I'm sorry," she starts to get up to go get the lube. She'd actually been looking forward to anal with his cock. Her Discord group had conditioned her to not only desire anal play but to also orgasm through anal stimulation. He grabs her arm as she tries to go. Nicole is pulled onto the couch.

"I don't have time for that. We'll finish this the old-fashioned way." And he's on top of her with his heavy body once again pinning her down. His cock thrusts between her legs and easily spreads her labia to push inside. He fucks her like she's a sex doll. Bouncing on top of her body. Occasionally knocking the breath out of her. Leaving her with little control over the situation. She's just here to be used.

And suddenly Nicole remembers she hadn't doubled up her birth control yet. "Oh fuck," she moans out. Her mind is spinning. She needs to tell him to stop. And that's when he surprises her. He stops. Pulling out, the man climbs off Nicole, sits up, and grabs her sandwich off the table. He puts his dick between the top bread and the turkey and unloads. Fluids leak from the sides of the sandwich as he slips free. The bushy beard once again pushed up in a manner to suggest a great big grin underneath. He holds the plate out over the floor. "Eat up."

As much as Nicole didn't want him to unload inside her, she also didn't really want him to stop. She hated how turned on she was finding herself around him. This humiliation, the cum on a sandwich, felt like it was straight out of a private discussion she had with ReverandBlueJeans. He had once explained to her how he'd condition her to crave his cum. In one scenario he'd feed it to her whenever she ate, so she'd learn to associate food with his taste. Was the Reverand coaching this man?

She sits up and reaches out to take the plate. He shakes his head and points at the floor. "Nope. Whores are for floors."

She'd never heard that before, but she follows the instructions. That's when she sees the plate on the floor. She sighs. It's shattered into dozens of pieces. Disheartened but horny, Nicole accepts the sandwich and kneels on the floor at his feet. "You're going to sit there and watch me eat?"

"Of course, need to make sure you don't throw it out. You need to be well-fed so you can keep up with me."

Nicole kept finding herself biting her tongue with this man. She had no doubt she could easily keep up with him and surpass him. She glances at the sandwich as she picks it up. It's soggy from his cum, but she takes a bite. She knows the taste from yesterday. Still acrid and salty. Some of it drips onto the plate as she eats. He watches and gently massages his now flaccid cock.

"My buddy," he starts speaking as she eats, "says liberal bitches are a waste of space. But we know better, don't we? You're all sex-crazed maniacs. At least, the young ones like you are. I told him in a perfect world, I bet liberal sluts would make the best wives. All you need is that domestic instinct trained into you. After that, you'd keep house, raise the babies, and be kinky in the bedroom."

Nicole, who only moderately paid attention to politics until the most recent election, really didn't like this man's politics.