Not really

Emma watched as Damian unzipped his pants, freeing a rock-hard cock just in front of her face.

“You know what to do.”

Yes, she knew what to do, but it was going to be the first time for Emma. Not that she was a virgin, of course not, but she was used to have people trying to impress her, not the other way around. She had received oral sex many times, but had never been the one performing the act because, truth be told, she had always thought it was gross. Still, she had ****.

Emma opened her mouth and engulfed the cock. She hated the taste and the sensation, finding it hard to breathe at first. Then she started bobbing her head back and forth, leaving a saliva trail on the shaft.

“What’s that? Do you call that a blowjob? Do it like you mean it, whore!”

Taking the words as a warning, Emma started moving her head faster, as fast as she could, fighting against her gagging reflex, which wasn’t easy to do.

“Use your tongue!”

The celebrity didn’t know what her captor wanted. She moved her tongue a little, from side to side, making virtually no difference from what she was doing before.

“You are fucking useless!”

With that, Damian decided to take matters into his own. He grabbed Emma’s head with both hands and pulled it to his groin, forcing his cock into the throat of his ****. Emma didn’t like that. She moved her hands to his hips and tried to push him away, but just for a second or two, because she remembered what was a stake. Still, when he started fucking her face, humping like an animal, invading her throat, she kept on struggling now and then.

She couldn’t shake off the feeling of being ****. She gagged and sobbed with the cock still buried on her throat, but not even that was enough for Damian, who demanded her to look him into the eyes. She tried, she looked up with a pitiful gesture, almost pleading, which seemed to please her master. Because that was what Damian had turned into, her master, meaning she was just a commodity for him.

At least, the face fucking seemed to please her captor. He was grunting and starting to move faster. Emma could tell he was close and braced herself for what was to come. The thought of swallowing his jizz was disgusting. However, he pulled out just before that. Yanking her hair down, the man **** Emma to tilt her head up. She saw the tip of the cock erupting and closed her eyes before the first spurts hit her beautiful face. She felt the warm sticky fluid drenching her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, and it only kept coming.

When it all was over, Emma stood there, sobbing with her eyes closed, not daring to speak or to move.