No!

Veronica frowned as she contemplated Smithers drooling cock. It looked so disgusting and common. She was sure some blonde Betty would be drooling in rapture at the thought of **** it down, but she was better than that. In the back of her mind she was sure that her daddy was just trying to scare her. Any moment he'd open up the door to his office and take over from Smithers.

Veronica turned to look at the office door in question, and caught a motion out of the corner of her eye. She instinctively ducked, but not quick enough. Smithers thick fingered hand caught hold of her hair, his fingers tangling in the long dark strands. "Oww! What are you doing! That hurts!" Veronica cried out, tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes as Smithers wrenched her head around so she was looking straight at his cock.

"Get used to it, you little cunt," Smithers said in a controlled voice. "You should have been in this position weeks ago." He fisted his cock as he pulled her head forward and crushed her lips back against her teeth with the fat drooling glans.

Veronica tried to twist her head to the side, her heart hammering, as she felt the smooth slimy head of Smithers' cock pressing against her lips. Despite keeping her lips clamped, the strong salty taste of his precum flooded her taste buds and caused saliva to increase.

"Open wide, bitch!" Smithers demanded, increasing the pressure until Veronica was sure he was going to crush her lips. Her head was reeling at the way Smithers was addressing her. Her heart thudded madly in her chest as she realized that without the protection of her father she was nothing but a set of holes. the thought both angered, and excited her.

Veronica shoved her hands flat against Smithers meaty thighs in an attempt to control what was happening to her, but she might as well have been pushing against a brick wall for all the good it did. Her scalp screamed in pain as he twisted his fingers into her hair and she could not help but open her mouth to cry out in pain. The next instant it was her jaw that pain flowed from as the huge cock **** its way into her mouth and threatened to dislocate her joints.

"Huck!" Veronica coughed, spraying saliva over the ten inches or so of thick shaft jutting out of her mouth. At the same time the taste and texture of Smithers' manhood flooded her mouth, causing the flow of her saliva to increase. She struggled in her efforts to pull back but Smithers merely pulled harder on her hair as he **** himself into her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks to join the saliva dripping off her chin. She could feel the drops falling onto her heaving breasts and running down either side of the perky orbs.

"Huck, guh, guc, huck, huk, huk, huk, huk," Veronica gagged as Smithers used her mouth like a pussy, stroking himself in and out of her oral cavity and going deeper with each thrust. Shame filled her at being used by a commoner in this way, even as she felt herself grow wet and warm between the legs.

Smithers hooked his free hand behind Veronica's head and pulled her toward his groin at the same time he lifted up onto his toes and thrust downward hard.

"Hurk!" Veronica managed to get out before Smithers' cock pushed deep into her throat and blocked her airway while causing her slender neck to bulge. She flailed her arms, slapping frantically against Smithers legs to let him know she was in distress, as if it was not obvious. Smithers reaction was to only grip her head even more firmly and pulled her toward him as he **** more and more of his cock deep into her throat until his heavy ball sacks came to rest on her slimy chin.

Veronica face flushed a deep red as she fought for air and swallowed convulsively in an effort to clear her throat. Looking upward through tear clouded eyes she saw that Smithers eyes were closed in bliss as his manhood slowly strangled her.

Almost at the same time Smithers' fingers clenched even tighter and she felt his thick girth grow even larger as it pulsed and she felt a warm flood of his seed flowing straight into her belly. Veronica vision began to fade and her frantic struggles became weaker and weaker. Veronica was sure she was going to die, and incredibly she felt herself orgasm as her body reacted to that fear. She was so out of it she didn't even feel Smithers' pulling himself out of her convulsing throat. Not until clean pure air flooded into her lungs and restored her awareness, and causing another orgasm to rock her body even as several jets of cum poured out of Smithers' cock and coated her face, totally undoing her morning makeup regime.

{I trust most readers know who Veronica is. If you have some long held desires to see her used like a kleenex, speak up and express your requests.]