What he commanded

As he opened the door he noticed Lauras eyes were closed. Probably better, because the black goth makeup she used was smeared all over her face by the tears she cried.

According to his demands, she was facing the door with her ass, currently being filled by three and a half finger. Again, no confirmation of the contract being broken, which meant she must be doing the best she could right now.

"Hey there, fuckmeat. Be a sweety and show me an orgasm from that hand in your ass, and then you may swallow." He permitted her.

Half a minute later she spasmed. While he doubted her actually having an orgasm, she was playing it very convincing.

"Come over here, just lick the tip." Like every normal person he had himself cleaned after using the bathroom. However, letting her suck him right after flushing the toilet right next to her room, would make her think he didn't.

With the disgusted expression he had expected her to have, she sucked his tip once more.

“Come on, is that how you show yourself grateful? You should be thanking me for letting your filthy mouth get on my dick.” She just groaned.

“Hmm, thank you.” It was obvious to John how little she enjoyed this, which for once, was a good thing.

“Let me help you with appreciating me some more.” He stated and grabbed her head. He could feel that she knew what was going to come, because her neck became stiff and her lips stopped moving instantly. Even though, she didn’t resist his movements as he **** her deeper down on his dick.

It felt completely different to what he knew or expected this to feel like. He was in control. Total control. Her mouth was nothing but a hole for his dick to thrust in. And he did exactly that. Four times in total, before Laura was coughing so hard from him hitting her gag reflex, that he had to stop.

Thick lines of saliva were connecting her lips and his dick until she turned away and spat onto the ground.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Yes? Was she finally refusing? “Just grab my head and do what you have to. But please stop once I black out, I don’t want to die on our first time.” Oh, come on. First of all, she obviously could not take any more, but was still willing to go. Second, she didn’t want to die from fucking if it was the first time? So if he fucked her for some time already, it would be fine? What was wrong with her?

“Sure, just sit on your hand and rough up your asshole with your fingers. It will distract you.” She audibly gulped before doing just that, sitting on her bed, both hands on her cheeks, or between them.

John no longer held back. He grabbed her head with both hands, just holding it steady. She opened her mouth, but no other movement was visible. She waited for him to fuck her. Patiently.

No need to beg him twice. John thrusted inside, feeling himself enter her throat. For the first second he could still feel her trying to breath, but quickly after he noticed that stopped. She held her breath, not even trying to get air anymore. He smiled genuinely for the first time since he started fucking her. And it was an evil smile.

With only little movement he started to violate her even more. Moving more sideways than in and out, he gave her no chance to catch her breath, but instead only let her taste his dick from other angles.

Three things happened at the same time right after. The first was John feeling himself cumming. He couldn’t say how that happened so fast, but he knew he couldn’t stop filling her mouth, throat and possibly stomach real soon.

The second thing were that Laura’s eyes started to flicker, while her face turned into a darker tone from the loss of air.

The third and last was an instinct John had and just obeyed willingly, as he spat onto Laura, in her flickering eyes.

Then he exploded. All the way inside her mouth at first, but he kept cumming while pulling out, spreading half his load on her face, mixing it with his spit.

“You may cough now, but keep the fingers in your ass while you do.” John told her, while she was already doing just that, not being able to stop herself.

Half a minute later both of them were starting to catch their breath again.

"Now, how was our first session?" He asked her, knowingly provoking. His goal hadn't changed after all.

"Rough. Rougher than I expected." She just said but John raised a finger.

"When you talk to me, spread your legs wide and slap your cunt hard with your hand while you speak. Also insult yourself in your lines. And you will do that in front of others, too, or if you are not talking to me about sex. Whenever I am around, you insult yourself."

"Are you crazy? I will serve you sexually. If you want to get off, I get you off, no matter how. But why would I do that? If we are not having sex, why would I do this?" She asked and John had a hard time not to laugh. She got through all the demeaning sex, but this got her now?

"You will do it because I command it, and you agreed to obey me!" He stated it, making sure that it had to count.

"Yes, and I would obey you, if it were sexual. If you want me to call myself a cumslut, a piece of fuckmeat, a stupid whore or whatever, I do it. If that gets you going, fine. But only if it gets you going. I don't just do it so people can laugh at me."

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