The gun was jammed so tightly against Kheri's ear that it hurt. She could feel her own greasy blood, like a lubricant, begin to ease the friction. Nature's own 3-in-1, she thought strangely, but didn't dare chuckle. He was twisting the blue-black .45 automatic, held in his right hand, in tight, jerky motions, each one serving to punctuate his speech. "And you're gonna suck me, and you're gonna suck me so fuckin' good... ooh, that's how I know, when I just fuckin' come."

His left hand was holding the top of her head, gripping a fistful of hair. "On my knees again." She thought, amused by the fact that there had been a time, and not too long ago, when she used to do this for him voluntarily, even eagerly. "That's because you're a whore!" Her conscience barked out, and she had to agree. This guy Randy, all he had was a great body and a good sense of humor, and that was enough to land her flat on her back. That wild, freaky, orgasm addicted bitch within came screaming to the surface with a resonant shock wave, and she lost herself in crude, disgusting slut-play for weeks, drinking his cum and his piss. Strutting by and teasing him in her trashiest clothes: Mini skirt with tiny side slits hugging her killing ass, hard nipples of her ample breasts poking defiantly through her midriff shirt, and candy high heels jacking up perfect little feet cradled in shiny nylon.

She loved showing off her feet. Her toes, from big to little, formed only a gentle diagonal. She had what one guy used to call "boxy" feet, as in a square, because her toes were so straight and perfect. The seams from each leg of her taupe panty hose rose from the dark panel around her soft, beckoning heel, racing upward along a full, round calve and then dead center (...always dead center, I straighten them all day, and uncomfortably tight, never a wrinkle...) up the back of her thigh. Her sheer, nylon encased ass was sometimes sweaty and always clean enough to be licked. No underwear, of course. Her skirts were always so short that the dark selvedge bands from her stockings could be seen peeking out, and Kheri knew that rubbing her thighs when she walked or crossed her legs produced a swishy nylon mating call that was practically a narcotic for most guys.

She was the obedient slut, the little whore who dressed up without being asked, the boytoy cunt who knew about lingerie. She knew how to put it on, and keep it on. She knew all this turned Randy on because they had fucked each other the first night they met, and she got to know his fetishes soon after. He wasn't shy about what he needed to make him cum. Once, with a light barbell over her shoulders, doing tip-toe calve exercises, he had made her stop, and go and put on her stockings and candies. He then proceeded to lay on his side, and insert his very excited, steely hard cock in between her heel and her shoe. He watched in a sexed daze as her stocking heel crushed down repeatedly onto the shaft of his numb dick. The coarseness of the nylon and the hot leather of the pump sent him gushing madly like a virgin schoolboy after only her 14th repetition. Cum splashed all over her other ankle, and it spilled down both her feet, wetting her stockings and her toes, as he fucked her pretty foot inward toward the ball, and along its arch. Without even thinking, he licked his own sweet sex spoo from ankle, toe, heel and shoe as she continued with her exercises, not even acknowledging his pleasure.

"Yeah, you're gonna make it so fuckin' good that you're just gonna make me come." He was becoming more excited and the gun was even tighter now. Twist. Twist, twist, twist.

"Owww, you're fucking hurting me, you asshole!!" She cried out in a serious, cut-the-shit tone of voice.

"Shut up, filthy dime slut-whore!" He breathed, in little more than a whisper. He knew she loved this talk. "Cunt. Swallow as much dick as you can, and maybe I don't turn your skull into a fucking birdhouse." Kheri knew the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. This was just his control freak way of externalizing some creepy fantasy. What frightened her was, the gun was loaded, and she couldn't remember whether or not he snapped one into the chamber. The last thing she needed was him accidentally squeezing the trigger in orgasmic rapture and blowing the side of her pretty face off. Normally he came so hard, and so intensely, that it would probably take him a minute or so to even notice her brains on the floor.

Still, there was no way he was going to stop this until he was satisfied, and the safest thing, by far, was to just play along. He had a genuinely frightening dark side, and there was a little voice in her head considering whether or not he might like his orgasm better if it ended with a hole in her cummy head. "Let's hope not." The voice said ultimately. Now, inches away from his zipper, she was pondering how to turn the tables on him.

It came to her suddenly. Okay, then, I can make this work out. She pulled down his fly, and sprung his penis out with swift, practiced ease. She folded her lips around her teeth and lunged, grabbing the head of his cock like a striking serpent. She used her lips like gums, chewing the head of this stiff meat rod before her, applying pressure right in back of the ring. She was not aware that she had begun making urgent sounds. "Valley Girl head." She thought, as she started to pitch her head from side to side, pivoting on his cockshaft and creating friction. "God, I give the best fucking head in the universe!" That fact ran through her mind as she changed from Valley Girl to NO! NO! head, shaking her head from side to side, and slipping his fat torpedo shank in and out of her throat. Her motions became so energetic that she noticed his body was actually being pulled with her in each direction. Now she began throwing her head violently from side to side, acting out her frustration, and swallowing his fat dick like an animal. She licked him madly right underneath, at the glans, because she wanted it to be over. Panic stricken whimpering and soft shrieks found her ears, and she realized they were her own.

"Crisis noises, oh my God I'm making crisis noises!?! Shit I'm not even supposed to be liking this! God I'm such a fucking whore." But being a slut pig and having orgasms was always a crisis for her, even when she was a little girl. Kheri had vivid memories of masturbation even as a young child. She used her tongue with so much force that it began to ache. "The sooner, the better, let's get this over with." She thought to herself.

Still thinking to herself, her mind continued. "You like angry sex, and you like to come on my face even more, so let's go. I know you come hard when you look down and see me pursing my lips and moaning soft little Oooo's, blowing itty bitty cum bubbles and letting it trickle back out. Oh my, look at this come all my face, well I swear I didn't even expect you to come all my face like that! Looking all surprised and wide eyed and doing the innocent young girl always makes it better. Whatever am I to do now that you've gone and drenched all this thick runny cum onto my beautiful face? Well, I guess I'll just have to EAT IT, yes I'll EAT IT, oooh yeah just fucking SLURP IT ALL UP, OH ...YES, YES!!" Yeah, it won't be long now. What is it now, 3 minutes? He's due."

And it was at this exact moment that a jet of very hot, glue-thick semen burst all over her front teeth, squishing up into her gums and coating her mouth. She immediately moaned with delight as if the orgasm had been her own. The gun dropped to the floor, absent clatter in some other world. She had been rubbing the underside of his dick head crazily against her tightly clenched front teeth, and down along the inside between her cheek and molars. She was kneeling in the ultimate posture of submission. Her black step-ins lie overturned next to her on the floor, and she licked dick sitting on her heels, her sexy stocking feet folded neatly, one over the other. Her toes were practically begging for a steamy come stream to cover them, as one foot grinded against the other, the dark reinforcement panels compulsively inviting. She made his first jizz stream last extra long by throttling the base of his throbbing cock in her tightly closed fist.

"I have you in the palm of my hand." She mused, literally controlling his pleasure this way. The burning fuck juice smattered back into her cheeks, and she sucked it home with a slurpy lisp. Now her mouth filled with glorious cum as she opened up and let the second steaming jet gush in, unfettered. She swallowed some out of sheer reflex, loving the fact she was eating come and forgetting for a second there was a person attached to this dick, and that she had plans to make him pay. The messy hot sex glue kept ejaculating, some spilling down her face or up her nose, a lot of it dripping down her dyed blond hair, most of it pooling in her aching mouth, her tongue dancing and splashing and twittering. Soft moans came from deep in her throat.

Randy's cum was thicker this time than ever before, and she knew she would have to drink a lot of water to wash the stickiness away. She swallowed some more, partly because her cheeks began to bulge, and partly because it tasted so heavy and strong, and nothing turned her on more than swallowing bitter cum when she didn't even want to, just to be a filthy pig.

Randy was lost somewhere. He was off, floating in that place where you go when the sex is so hot it moves your entire consciousness. This was the defenseless position she had hoped for! She let his dick slip out of her mouth slowly, and pursed her lips quickly so that nothing escaped. She rose off her knees to face him directly, her green eyes wet on the lids and lashes, a cum coated dream in fantasy slut wear. He was muttering nonsense, his head lolling back. She waited until he looked at her, his eyes half-lidded, still chanting his silly cum-mantra. She leaned in to his face, took a nice breath through her nose, flexed her tongue, and blew all that burning white cum, still congealed in little nubbly-nubs, right into his face with one muffled "PLUUUHHHH!!!!!" It spattered on his face in an instant wave of liquid heat. In his eyes, nose, hair, on his neck, and down his chest.

"All done baby." She purred coyly, licking her lips and actually fingering the last wayward come streams off her chin and into her mouth. She knew this was no punishment for the dangerous gun play. He's such a slimy freak, he'll probably ask for this from his new girlfriend. He watched her right her shoes with her feet, step into them, and walk away. Her heels lifted delicately with every stride, and then he could watch no more, as his eyes were now burning. He tentatively began licking his come covered lips, and fondling his dick while he moaned softly from the pain. The thought of her sucking and eating his burning come while wearing the clothes he liked made her the ultimate, subservient fucking sex-toy tramp. Tasting his own beautiful come, together with the thought of her kneeling to suck cock in stockings and pumps got him excited. How could he know he would never see her again? He began to jerk off his limp dick, and dreamed about her next exercise session.