Sucking dick!

Marcella Reubens stared open-mouthed at the monster sitting on her sofa, smiling at her, obviously delighting in her distress, then clapped her hands to her mouth, turned and dashed for her bathroom and locked the door behind her. She could not think remotely rationally just now. All her being was concentrated on how horrible this all was. She could not even think of that other monster with that thing on his forehead sharing a cell with her son!

There must be some sort of way out. She should go to the police. Fuck - where was her cellphone? She could get this bastard arrested, for...for, what? Coming into her house and telling her to put a skirt and some lipstick on? Fuck! What? Her mind pinged from the vile bastard on her sofa to the Nazi monster in the cell with her son and back over and over again. Shit! what could she do? Ten minutes later she had composed herself, sorted her face and straightened her skirt then unlocked the bathroom door, prepared to deal with the repulsive little shit. Surely she could reason with him somehow.

He had not just sat there waiting on her calming down while she freaked out however. Her bedroom door was ajar she noticed and her drawers hanging out of her chest, ransacked as if burgled. She dreaded to think what she would find in her living room. Cautiously she opened her door to find the Toad, reclining once more on her sofa, with his clothes piled in the middle of her white sheepskin rug. The Toad sat with an unembarrassed smile looking up from her correspondence, wearing nothing but a pair of her best white silk panties.

Marcella gasped and put her hand to her mouth again. "Fuck!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe", he laughed gratingly, "but later, hee hee". He patted the sofa beside himself, "come, sit!"

Feeling her gorge rise, Marcella turned and lowered herself gingerly onto the other cushion, whereupon the Toad shifted himself up so that he was hip-to-hip with her. The creep put an arm around her shoulders and she shivered violently. She tried to swallow her gorge thinking there must be a way to somehow befriend this bastard, keep on his good side and somehow protect Benny, but she couldn't think of how to start. Instead, the Toad broke the tension first. "So, what do you think of my friend Bubba, Mrs Reubens?"

Marcella almost vomited thinking about him, "He, oh shit, he... And Ben. I,", she stared unable to make a sentence out of the words.

"He won't touch your son" said the toad simply.

"What? I, but he said, I don't understand", blurted out Marcella "Oh please!".

"...if I give the word", continued the Toad. "In fact, Bubba will make absolutely sure that your son's time in prison will be entirely unmolested by him or anyone else. Everyone else will assume Ben is Bubba's bitch, and no-one will dare cross Bubba by trying to take his bitch from him. He will be under Bubba's protection".

"but I dont understand".

The Toad put his hand on the back of Marcella's head and pushed downwards gently, directing her face towards the small bulge in her panties that he was wearing. "because Mrs Reubens, either you are my bitch, or your son is Bubbas!" he said cheerily. "hee hee!"

Marcella automatically resisted at first unable to believe what was happening, and the Toad did not try to exert further pressure on her, but she had realized the situation in her isolation in the bathroom and although she had hoped to talk her way out of this to a better solution, she knew it might come to this. She was prepared to do anything for her Ben, her only family. She allowed herself to be pushed down into his lap and even reached into her own panties to pull out a small semi hard cock. With a little trepidation, she opened her mouth and allowed it past her lips.

"Good bitch!" cried the Toad in delight. He reached his hand down and grabbed both of her ears and pulled her face to him.

Marcella couldn't believe what was going on. This revolting stranger had his little cock in her mouth, and she could feel it sliding along her tongue as he used her ears to pull himself in and out. She screwed her eyes shut, knowing that she couldn't possibly object. The alternative was just unthinkable. Maybe just this once she could do this and he would be satisfied and leave her in peace, and then Ben would be safe. Yes, she thought of Ben's safety as his disgusting little cock slid back and forth in her, and his pubes scratched at her lips. Thankfully he wasn't too large, and even as he jabbed fully into her mouth, the head of his cock didn't quite reach the back of her throat and her automatic gag reflex was not engaged. The taste and smell on the other hand did make her want to heave. However, she could fight that one.

She had only just rationalized this with herself and had thought maybe she could just put up with this for the next ten minutes, when with a twitch and a judder, his little cock weakly spurted some rancid semen onto her tongue. Oh fuck! she thought.

"Yeah bitch!" he said excitedly, then after a few moments withdrew his now limp cock from her mouth.

Marcella said nothing still contending with a mouthful of a mixture of spit and cum.

"Hee hee", grinned the Toad, then after a moment, "now swallow that, bitch!"

He actually clapped his hands in glee as he saw her struggle, gulp and clear her mouth then stick her tongue out in a disgusted "ukk!"

"Well done Mrs Reubens!" exclaimed the Toad, beaming.

Marcella sat back up beside him once more, thankful that her ordeal was over and that it had not lasted long.

The Toad turned to face her and he saw his satisfied smile turn into an evil leering scheming grin. "Now then Mrs Reubens, or should I say bitch! Lets get properly started ".