Unknown Waifish Model Ch. 01

Bastard. Didn't he know how hard this was for me? "I'm sorry," I muttered.

He grabbed my nose and pinched. "Not I, Sissie-Chrissie can't help being such a stupid bimbo. Now, say it and lick my balls."

Sick fuck! This was going to be hell. The longest year of my life. "S-sissie- Chrissie can't-can't help being such a stupid bimbo." I licked his balls. They tasted even more salty than his cock. Only one of the women I had dated had ever done that for me. She was a slut - what I called easy at the time. I guess I was too. There was no way to escape it. At least for a year.

I licked my way up his shaft, pulled his foreskin back and licked the head. I wanted to puke. My distaste had to be written all over my face.

"Mmmm-that's nice," Phil said. "I guess you know how to do something right."

I began to move up and down his shaft, sucking him, wanting to puke. I hated it. I hated him. I massaged his balls. I just wanted him to cum as quickly as possible, so I could it over with.

He reached down and pinched one of my already sore nipples. I squealed around his cock.

"That's better. Let me hear some noises and slurping. Daddy's getting real tired of havin' to tell his little fucktoy to do everything."

I moaned. I slurped. I bobbed faster and faster. I could feel his prick growing larger and harder. His balls drew up. God he was large. His cock stretched my lips and banged against the back of my throat. I kept a hand around his shaft to keep from choking. It pulsed in my mouth.

"Ugh," he grunted and I felt the first spurt in the back of my mouth. I tried to pull off, but he held me fast.

"You know better," he groaned, his cock spurting again and again. "Suck . . .suck . . .ahhh suck it all."

I kept sucking until he was spent. The flavor was horrible. I wanted to gag. Instead, I swallowed. I knew I had to. Finally, when it was over, he let go of my head so I could lift up.

"Now, lick it clean," he said.

I thought about rebelling, but he closed his eyes, which probably meant that he was going to punish me if I refused. I steeled myself and began lapping at his cock. The cum was sticky and it was harder than I imagined to clean the congealed cum from his cock.

"That was real nice Chrissie, but I had to tell you to do everything. You're going to be my little wifie for a year. That means you are supposed to volunteer to do nice things to please me. And you're gonna hafta start smiling and acting like you enjoy it . . . just like a real wife."

"Yes Daddy." I managed to force a smile to my lips and wiped the tears from my eyes. It was going to be a long year.

To be continued. . .