Prepare to feed

"Since your pussy is so sore, I'll be extra nice and just fuck your mouth instead"

"...ok" Whitney sheepishly replied, knowing that this was no favor.

Reaching around behind her, you give her a short, sharp spank on her tiny ass cheek, eliciting a yelp from her. You then say, "'OK'? You know how you're supposed to speak to me. Now I just told you that I'm going to fuck your mouth instead of your pussy. What are you supposed to say?"

"Thank you... sir"

You slap her ass again, in the same spot, causing her to shout and her hand to instinctively move to cover her ass from another strike. You start speak more sternly, "This is going to be a really painful night for your ass cheeks if I have to drag every word out of you. Now, convince that you appreciate me putting my big, thick cock in your mouth."

Preceded by a whimper, Whitney, your tiny, fragile, terrified wife complies, "Thank you sir for deciding to fuck my mouth"

"Much better, now lay on your back and grab the headboard posts." Without hesitation, Whitney listens to your command, rolling to her back, reaching her arms behind to grip the posts of the headboard. Her waif frame was on full display, extended completely, her tiny tits slightly trembling above her visible rib cage, following down past the valley of her firm, concave belly, cresting after at her hip bones.

After surveying her beautiful, frail, pristine body, you decided to mount it with disregard, kneeling over her, sliding your knees up near her armpits. You now towered over her, only her head and arms in front of you, the rest of her body nervously squirming behind you.

"Now Whitney, you are going to be my cock-sucking slut until I grace you with my cum. You are going to want nothing more in this life than to take my cock in your mouth and throat, lick it, kiss it, take it any way I want. And you are never going to stop begging for it, never stop telling me how much you love it. Even if you're gagging, you better be trying to tell me how happy you are to be doing it. If you stop worshiping my cock or let go of the bed at any time, there will be consequences. Do you understand my little cumslut?"

With tears welling in her eyes, knowing the **** soon to come, she obediently replied, "Yes sir. I can't wait to suck your cock sir."

"Good, then beg for it."

"Please let me suck your cock sir." she replied.

"You're gonna have to do better than that. If you want this 9 inch cock in your throat, you're going to have to convince me." you say with a sneer, knowing there's nothing she wants LESS than your cock in her throat. You emphasize the point by lowering your cock across her face, giving it a few light slaps. Your size difference becomes very pronounced, as your cock starts at her chin and reaches well past the top of her head.

"PLEASE sir, put your cock in throat." her warm words heating the length of your cock.

"I don't know," you start coyly, "I might just have to fuck your pussy after all."

Her eyes grow frantic, knowing she couldn't possibly handle you fucking her again, and every inhibition left her. She starting spouting every filthy way to beg for your cock that she knew:

"PLEASE sir, let me suck your cock! I want to taste that big, fat dick in my mouth! I want you to slide it right down my throat! Make me **** on it! Make me gag! Please sir, PLEASE, fuck my face! I am, I am your cock-sucking slut! I am your cock-sucking slut!"

All of that said in fear, every word she hated, but she knew it was the only way to escape having her already-throbbing pussy ravaged again. She begged and begged, out of terror, for a cock that could probably dislocate her jaw.

"That's more like it" you say, giving Whitney one more much more firm cock slap in the face. She was ready, or, as ready as she was going to get.