She forces herself on him

"On your knees, dumb bitch!" said Michelle. She said it cheerfully, but the fact that she was easily pushing James' head down despite his resistance made it a little terrifying. Once he was on his knees, she looked down and said, "Okay, now take off my shoes and pants."

James did as he was told, and this time he didn't want to resist at all. Michelle was very hot, and he was eager to get her pants off. He briefly considered if being ordered to do it was hotter than it should have been, but he forgot about that when he pulled her pants down and saw that her black panties were sheer enough to see her pussy lips through them.

"Now the panties, little boy."

James carefully pulled the panties down, enjoying the feel of her skin against his fingers. She stepped out of the panties, and James tossed them to the side with her pants. He looked back at her perfect, soft pussy lips.

Michelle grabbed his head and roughly pulled it forward, jamming his mouth against her pussy.

James struggled and cried out, but couldn't pull away. Michelle laughed. "Get in there and lick, you little shit stain! Are you seriously acting like this is a big deal? Please! You have no idea how many times a guy has 'eased into things' by shoving me to the ground and putting his cock in my face! Now lick it good!"

James licked her pussy as best he could. Looking up at her from his knees was a weird angle, and it hurt his neck. Despite this, or maybe because of it, this was still really, really hot! Michelle held his head tight against her crotch, and he knew he couldn't pull away from her if he wanted to.

His eyes wandered up, following the inward curve of her small waist to the outward curve of her large breasts. Michelle cupped one of her terrific breasts through her t-shirt.

"Do you like my big tits?"

"Unh hunh," murmured James through her pussy. His hand wandered down to his cock.

Michelle slapped him hard, knocking him away from her pussy. "No! Bad boy! Don't touch yourself! You don't get off until I tell you, understand?"

"Yes," said James.

She slapped him again. "Yes what?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Better." Michelle grabbed the top of his head and pulled him back to where he was. She smiled as he started licking again. "That's a lot better, bitch. It's better when a dumb shit like you knows his place."

James licked faster, trying to cover as much as possible of her pussy with the flat of his tongue. Every couple of minutes Michelle pushed his head a little to get him to hit a spot from a better angle.

Suddenly, Michelle pulled his head away from her. She held his face with two hands and said, "Tell me you love me! I don't care if it's true, just say it!"

"I love you!" yelled James.

She slapped him again.

"I love you, ma'am!"

"That's better, bitch! Now beg me to cream your face!"

"Please cream my face, ma'am! Please, please, please! I really want your sticky mess all over my face! I love it!" James wasn't even sure if he was saying this just because she told him to.

Michelle shoved James to the ground, then mounted his head. She squirted hard onto his face.

Michelle smiled and spoke with the sweet voice of an angel, although one that was riding his face like a devil. "Yeah, take it, bitch! Take my juices, you weak loser!" Her body twitched as she finished her orgasm.

Michelle stayed where she was for a minute, resting. James struggled to breathe, but she didn't seem to care about that. Eventually she got up and grabbed her clothes.

"That was a good start! Go to the kitchen and make me something. We'll talk about your other duties after lunch."