A Changed Daily Life - 3
"And this."
"Augh..."
With his other hand, Master hooked the waistband of my panties and started yanking them down from my hips. He stripped them off so roughly they snagged on the jeans already bunched around my thighs, so he simply grabbed both layers and peeled them down together.
"Nngh...!"
"Look at this, too."
Resisting never even crossed my mind. Once he'd stripped me of both the panties and the jeans, he held the panties up in front of my face.
"You soaked my hand and your panties. Completely drenched."
"Nngh..."
"You can't keep your heat in check the second you see me?"
"Th-that's not... it..."
I was too ashamed to even get the words out properly.
"First. Suck this clean."
"Mmph!!! Hh—! Mmph... slurp...!"
His hand, still slick with my pussy juice, shoved into my mouth without warning. I froze for a second — then I started licking it off him the way a dog licks its owner's face. His fingers and palm were soft against my tongue, but the back of his hand had a faintly rough texture I could feel with every stroke.
"Mmph... haah... slurp... suck...!"
I licked every last trace of the part that had been inside me. The moment my own juices hit my tongue, that raw, musky taste flooded my mouth.
"You filthy slut."
"Slurp... haah... suck...!"
I wasn't thinking anymore. I was just sucking his fingers on instinct, and Master kept degrading me in that contemptuous voice — and those insults only made me wetter. I sucked his fingers for a long time before he finally pulled them out of my mouth.
"Haah... hahh...♥"
My pussy was throbbing. I lay limp on the seat in nothing but my shirt, every last bit of strength gone from my legs. My jeans were crumpled on the passenger-side floor. My panties were still clenched in Master's other hand.
Then, without any warning at all, those same panties were stuffed into my mouth.
"Mmph!!!"
"Your panties are soaked. What am I supposed to do with them this wet?"
"Mmphhh!!"
He'd shoved the panties I'd been wearing straight into my mouth.
"Suck them. Lick them."
"Mmph...!"
The fabric forced between my lips was already soaked through with my own juices. The instant the crotch touched my tongue, that raw, musky taste of my own pussy filled my mouth.
"Where's your phone?"
"Mmph...?"
"I said where's your phone."
With the panties still stuffed in my mouth, I pointed at my bag. Master rummaged through it and pulled out my phone.
"Don't move. Stay still."
"Nngh...!"
Click. The shutter snapped from the phone.
"Look at the state of you."
"Nnghhh...!"
A soft beep. This time it was recording video.
"Suck them properly."
"Nnghhh...!! Nngh...!♥"
Master's hand clamped down hard on my breast, crushing it in his grip until I felt it being wrung out between his fingers.
Another beep. The video couldn't have been more than a few seconds. He pulled the panties out of my mouth and laid them over my crotch.
"Hahh... haah..."
It hadn't been long, but it had felt like forever. In that short span my pussy had been fingered open, and I had held my own juice-soaked panties in my mouth like a dog with a chew toy. I had never sucked my own juices off my own panties like that before. Even if we were inside a car, this was still an open space — not a room. And here I was being used, my juices dripping out of me like some cheap whore.
"Haah... mmph— mmphhh!!!"
Master suddenly grabbed me by the hair, crushed his mouth against mine, and shoved his tongue inside.
"Mmphhh!! Mmph..!!"
My entire mouth was sealed by his. His tongue explored every corner, sweeping across the inside of my cheeks, then tangled around mine. The kiss had come so suddenly I panicked, choking for air.
"Mmph...! Slurp...♥ suck...♥ sluuurp...♥"
Then I caught up and started wrapping my tongue around his. It was a lovers' kiss — except so filthy that if we'd done this out in the open, people would have stared. We ground our tongues together, wet and shameless. As his tongue filled my mouth, the taste of my own juices began to fade.
We kissed like that, mindless, until Master fisted the back of my hair and tore my face away from his.
"Haaahh....♥"
"You sucked down a lot of that pussy juice. Taste how fishy it is."
"Haah...♡ pussy juice... nngh...♥"
My body burned hotter. My pussy itched and tingled. It was those degrading, humiliating words — or maybe it was the lingering ecstasy of the kiss. I couldn't tell which.
"Hey. Look at this."
I opened my eyes. My phone was in front of my face.
"Aahh...♥"
A video was playing on the screen. It was only about five seconds long. On that screen, I had my own panties stuffed in my mouth. If those had been a dog's chew toy instead of panties, you could have called me a dog in a human body and nobody would have argued. There I was — flushed face, panties clenched in my teeth, eyes slightly unfocused, my whole body lost in the heat. Watching footage of myself from a third-person view felt like starring in a porn video and then sitting down to monitor my own filthy, vulgar performance.
"Hah... I can't take it anymore."
"Hiek!!"
The video cut off. Master dropped my phone back into my bag — then grabbed me by the hair and yanked me toward him. My body was dragged across the seat, and what filled my vision was Master's cock: zipper open, standing rock-hard between the flaps of his pants.
"Open your mouth-pussy."
"Mmph.... uckkk!!!"
He shoved down on the back of my head and forced his cock into my mouth.
"Uck!!! Ghk!!! Ngh!!! Uckkk!! Mmph-mmph!!!"
It rammed in so suddenly it punched the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. Tears pricked my eyes. Drool spilled obscenely from my stretched lips and soaked the front of his pants.
"Ghk.. slurp... mmph... mmph.. mmph... uck...!♥"
Master used my hair like a handle, fucking my mouth the way you'd use a fleshlight — then stopped. He let go of the back of my head. He'd given me a moment to rest, but I was too far gone. My body was burning. I couldn't just sit there.
On instinct I started sucking his cock all the way down to the base of my throat. I wrapped my tongue around the exposed head, flicked the tip of it into the slit of his urethra, then took the ridge of that mushroom-shaped head between my lips and worked the groove with my tongue. Then I tried pushing him all the way into my throat.
"Uckk..!! Mmph!!♥"
Even though I'd done it carefully myself, the gag reflex hit instantly and I couldn't breathe. Every time his cock stabbed deep it brushed my uvula, and tears sprang out on reflex. I pulled back until only the head was in my mouth, then licked the head and the shaft together.
"Ah... now this is worth using..."
"Uck.. mmph... mmphh..♥ ghhhhkkk!!!"
I was sucking him on my own when a hand suddenly pressed down on the back of my skull and shoved me onto him again. His cock punched straight into my throat-pussy and a deep, ugly gag tore out of me. The stimulation against my uvula was enormous. I couldn't breathe. Tears kept coming.
His cock was already soaked, glistening with my saliva. But Master had no intention of letting me go. Maybe he just enjoyed tormenting me. He grabbed my hair completely and started shaking my head the way you'd work a fleshlight.
"Mmph.. uck... mmph-mmph!!♥ ghhhkkk!! uckkk!! uckk!!!♥"
The hand in my hair got faster. Breathing through my nose wasn't enough. My throat kept getting battered. The head and shaft pistoned madly inside my mouth.
"Aahh... hahh..!!"
"Ghhkk..!! ghk...!! sluuurp...!♥ uckk!!"
I heard Master's moan, and my head was shaken even faster, even harder. My head wasn't mine anymore. My hair was nothing but a handle on a fleshlight. I was being used as Master's mouth-pussy — an onahole, nothing more.
"Hahh!!"
The moment I heard that short groan, the hand in my hair stopped.
"Uck!! mmphh♥ uck!♥"
At the same time his cock throbbed hard inside my mouth, and his white seed flooded in without mercy.
"Mmphh....♥"
The cum that hit my tongue tasted raw and musky, but it was bearable. Inside my mouth his cock kept pulsing like a heartbeat. He must have been backed up for a while — the throbbing didn't stop. It just kept pumping more into me. If he'd come inside my pussy, it would have been enough to get me pregnant on the spot. His cock pulsed for a long time before the spurts gradually died down and stopped.
"Mmph.... sluuurp... suck...♥"
But I was still in heat. Even after he'd finished, I kept working the head with my tongue.
"Hah... nngh...! Look at this bitch in heat..."
"Sluuurp... mmph... suck...♥"
I kept stimulating the head, and Master made a sound like he couldn't believe it — and at the same time his cock twitched again, leaking the last leftover cum from his urethra. I took even that into my mouth.
"Slurp...♥ mmphh...!"
With my mouth full of cum, still holding his cock, Master grabbed my hair and forced my head up so I was looking straight at him.
"Open your mouth-pussy."
"Mmph... yesh... aah.."
I opened wide and showed him the load I'd collected on my tongue. Master covered my mouth with his hand.
"Swallow."
"N-nngh... mmph... ghk... gulp.... haah....!"
I swallowed every drop I'd been holding.
"Open your mouth-pussy."
"Mmph... yes... aah..!"
I opened for him again.
"Blow."
"Yes... whoo..!!"
It was like a roadside sobriety test.
"Your mouth-pussy reeks of cum."
"Nngh...!"
"Still."
Master stroked my head as he said it.
"This time you didn't gag when you swallowed. Good girl."
"Haah... thank you... hehe♥"
Being praised and petted by Master felt so good I could have melted.
"Put the panties in your bag and go home without any. I'll take you as far as the station. Ah — and don't wipe your mouth-pussy either. Leave it like that."
"W-what?!"
"Figure it out. Be careful. Don't wipe away the evidence. Just don't get caught, toilet bitch."
"Aahh....!"