"Hold up..."

As I'm about to open the door, I realize WHY should I believe in zombies? I haven't seen any. I haven't heard any. You would think the news would be reporting it. I turn around to get answers from Tara.

Me: "Hold up...Hey, Tara. You need to give me some answers. Why should I believe zombies?"

Even though Tara’s a pricy spoil bitch, there is no way that she could lie. Mainly because she doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but herself. And like a spoil bitch…she pouting…

Tara starts to stand. She ignores my question, but her hatefilled eyes glare at me.

Me: “Yo, bitch! Answers.”

Tara continues to glare at me silently. I firmly put my hand on her shoulder stopping her from getting up and causing her to fall back on her ass.

Tara: “HEY!”

I grab and hand full of her blonde hair forcing her to look at me.

Me: “Answers. Now.”

Tara: “Fuck you!”

She spits at me. The spit flies upward towards my face. Gravity pulls it back causing it to land on my pants…right where my cock is. I yank her hair pulling her face into her spit. Her face lands on her spit, on my pants, and on my hardening cock. Tara tries to push herself away but I pull her back into place.

Me: “Clean your shit up, bitch!”

Tara: “Fucken let go of me.”

Me: “Fine!”

I relax my grip. Tara starts to pull away. Just as her 2 feet of hair almost slip my hands, I tighten my grasp. I pull her hair hard. Her head comes right back to my hand like a yoyo. With her head in my hand, I use her pretty but bitchy face to wipe her spit from my pants. My cock grows harder from the domination of the Bitch or from her face rubbing on my cock. Can’t tell which feels better. I turn Tara’s outraged face to look at me once more.

Me: “Answers.”

Tara tires to spit at me again. I’m faster. I slam her face back into my cock. Her spit barely makes it out of her mouth but is catch on my crotch again. Her face lands right into it.

Me: “Wrong answer.”

Again. I turn her to look at me. Not for an answer but so I can look at the results of her punishment. Her spit is caught in her hair. It’s smeared over her face. HA! A drip is below her nose like a snot.

Me: “Wipe your face!”

I wipe her face for her. Well actually, her face wipes my hardon. As I continue to use Tara’s face as a towel, I explain to her the situation.

Me: “Tara, if what you said is true. Zombies have taken over the world to the point that there you and your whimpy husband is using is a bitch tool to take apart staircases. Meaning no government or police authority. This also means that the strong rule. It also means anything goes. With your “friendly” attitude and your husband’s “manliness”, how long do you think you would last? Hell I bet people are just waiting to skullfuck you for all the shit you say.”

On that note. I pull out my 9 inch bitch slapping stick.

Me: “Answers.”

Tara’s eyes go wide. Tara’s mouth opens…

Me: “Before you say anything, this is a warning…”

slap

My bitch slapping stick lands between Tara’s eyes. Her shocked face goes back to hatred. I turn her to look at me once more.

Me: “Please spit at me again.”

Tara’s eyes burn with rage.

Tara: “…”

Me: “And no answer is still the wrong answer.”

I pull her face into my naked cock. The spit on her face is sloped onto my cock. The bitch tries to push away. Trys to answer.

Tara: “WAIT!!!!....WE……SAW……THEM….AT….WORK….”

I pause.

Me: “Clean your spit off my cock. Then keep talking.”

Tara looks at me in disgust. Her hands move towards my cock. I move her head.

Me: “Use your tongue.”

She pauses to look at her work. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Tara quickly throws her tongue onto my cock. She quickly aims for the spit. I slap her in the face with my cock. Her eyes open. Anger builds within her.

Me: “Dumb bitch. Keep your eyes open.”

Shit the bitch might bite my cock. My cock slaps her face again.

Tara: “What the fuck?”

Again the bitch is slapped by the bitch stick.

Me: “Shut up. Clean it, bitch.”

Tara anger remains but I notice she is more annoyed than angry. There goes the fun…
Tara quickly catches onto the game. Her mouth, lips and tongue aim quickly for the spit.

Tara: slurp

Me: “Good job, little bitch. I knew you could do it if you tried. Now answers… time for answers…”