He takes your breath away.

Suddenly Mr Williams pushes you down hard.

You don't get a chance to breathe, one moment you're lazily trailing your tongue around his cock the next he's practically shoved it down your throat. Your gasp comes out as a **** but he doesn't give you a moment to adjust, pulling your head back up before slamming it down again, letting out a loud groan as he repeats the motion over and over again. Your hands move to cling as tight as you can to Mr Williams' legs, struggling to keep your balance, your body otherwise limp in his control.

"God you have a tight little mouth!" Mr Williams barks, suddenly pulling you all the way up.

You try to breathe but your head is spinning and your throat aches, every breath is like a little **** gasp and you're shaking with fear. Being used like that hurt and you couldn't breathe at all, your empty lungs were on fire and part of you was convinced you were going to die, part of you still is. But...

"How was it Kiddo?" Mr Williams asks, his feet shifting. Before you even have a chance to try and reply his foot raises and presses up against the front of your little red thong.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh!" You moan, giving up what little air you had managed to reclaim as Mr Williams continues to press against your stimulated kitty, your juices soaking through the thong and onto the tip of his shoe.

It had felt GOOD. You loved the way it hurt, loved the loss of control, loved being helpless. Even as your lungs burn the rest of your body is aflame with lust and you want to be used more. When Mr Williams releases your head you practically collapse forward into his lap, but the moment you begin to kiss and lick at his shaft again. You feel a tug at your hair as you do, but not hard enough to pull you away, but then you feel your long hair collapse from its ponytail and fall against your back.

"There," Mr Williams smiles, pulling your head back for a moment and admiring you. Your exposed breasts are now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, your face streaked with tears yet lost in a haze of lust, and your gorgeous hair spilling freely down your back. "Not a fan of pony tails." He explains. "Too severe, I like a girl...soft." As he says the last word his foot presses against your crotch and you moan again. Before you know it though he's lowering you back down, your lips instinctively working to wrap themselves around the cockhead again. You don't have time to brace yourself before once again you find yourself being **** down, your body a toy for Mr Williams' desires.