The humiliation continues.

“You wanted to play this game, Doe,” you say, “so we’re playing it.”

Doe stays where she is, sobs wracking her body. “John, you hurt me,” she manages to say. “This was s-supposed to be g-good!”

“It is good,” you answer. You grab the base of your cock and stand it upright. It’s soft now, but that won’t last too much longer, you’re sure. “Come here, and I’ll show you. Suck me hard again.”

Doe gets to her hands and knees slowly. She looks terrible: her makeup is smeared from tears and your come, her blouse is mauled and with her skirt flipped up, it’s more like a belt than anything else. You can still see the red marks on her skin where you grabbed her during the ass-fuck.

“Come on,” you say, more urgently. Your cock is starting to stiffen already.

Doe is hesitant. She moves between your knees and exchanges your hand on your cock for her own. Her nose is running from all the crying she’s done. Her eyes are puffy and red. “This was in my ass,” she says quietly. “Let me clean it first.”

“I said suck me hard, Doe,” you reply. “I didn’t say clean it first. Put it in your mouth. Now.”

“Please, John,” Doe says. “This isn’t fun anymore.”

“Suck it,” you say flatly. “I’m not going to tell you again.”

Doe does as she’s told. Cautiously, almost daintily, she puts her lips on your cock. She begins to suck slowly, as if trying to put as little of you inside her mouth as possible.