Lisa can't take it anymore, but Jack keeps on punishing her

"OKAY! ... okay... please fuck me. " A tear of humiliation leaks out of Lisa's eye as she's **** to say it.

"Nah, I don't think so." Jack licked the tear away, then worked his tongue inside her ear. Lisa moaned and shuddered. "After that little whisper? We had a deal, Lisa, and you just broke it. I said say it, not whisper it. Now say it, loud enough that everyone in the bar can hear it."

Fury briefly overcame desire for Lisa. "FUCK YOU!" She suddenly tried to sit up and power out of the full nelson. She'd been sweating, and Jack almost lost his grip when Belinda slapped her on the belly. Lisa yelped, and with that second of distraction, Jack quickly rolled over in top of her and sat down hard on her belly. He was just below her breasts. His twelve-incher throbbed as he set it in between her breasts, and he wiggled his own hips to admire as he pushed first one of her breasts, then the other one, to the side.

"No, you fucking me is the last thing you're likely to be doing tonight. I might still fuck you if you're really lucky, but maybe not - I don't know if you can get me off with those things." He ignored her nipples, thinking she might be so close to the edge that even that stimulation could get her off, and pushed his dick in between her tits. Lubed with her juices as it was, it slid smoothly through them and glided across Lisa's lips to bump her nose at the tip of his thrust.

Lisa couldn't reach past him to get to her pussy, but she tried to push him off. Jack quickly pushed her arms down to the sides, and trapped them there with his thighs.

"Now Belinda, I need you to go to the bar and get a bottle of the cheapest, strongest booze they've got."

Jack looked down at Lisa's face, her cheeks stained with tears and her lips and chin stained with precum. He enjoyed the view as he slowly fucked her tits while Belinda came back with a bottle of Hurricane malt liquor.

"Rub that on her inner thighs, don't get it too near her pussy." Belinda did, obediently. "Now give her a good slap."

Belinda slapped, and Lisa screamed. The **** didn't just make her skin more sensitive to the slap, but it made the slap burn much worse afterwards.

"Now keep slapping her legs. Change it up so she can't get used to it. Switch legs, change speeds, you know. Lisa, you still listening?"

Lisa glared and kept her mouth clenched, so Belinda slapped her again, same leg. What was left of Lisa's resolve broke. "Yes..." she whined.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir." She said without any hesitation.

"Good job Lisa. So here's the deal. She'll stop once you get me off."

"Yes sir."

Jack began thrusting into Lisa's tits with more vigor. Despite his earlier comment they were great tits - firm and thick. He still ignored her nipples, but pushed them tighter around him. As his cock appeared in front of her mouth, Lisa stuck out her tongue, licking around the head. Then she raised her head, engulfing his as it came close enough.

It didn't last nearly as long as he wanted it to. Lisa was good, and he had been pretty close all along. With a massive groan, Jack unleashed a flood of cum. The first streak went straight across Lisa's eye and out of the ring, the next three landed across her face and in her hair, and finally, the rest of it spilled. Jack sat up and grabbed his dick, directing the rest of the load all across Lisa's face, her other eye, and finally finished with her mouth. He then sat back down, this time on her breasts, his still swollen cock resting across her face.

"Alright then. Got anything to say for yourself, gangsta?"