He laughed as he released her hair, only to open his pants. Her eyes dropped, swallowing hard again, chewing on her bottom lip. Then sharply she snapped her head to the side, looking away. She was not looking, she was not interested in what was in his pants. But he had noticed her looking, and cupping her cheek with the hand holding blade, he slowly brought her back to see. He unbuttoned and unzipped before her eyes, reaching down, all with one hand, and when he pulled his erection free.

"Look at me and lick your slutty lips, bitch. Show me how much you want my cock down your filthy throat." Habits, damn habits of obedience obeyed him more than she did and she found herself looking up to him, her tongue sliding back and forth wetting her lipstick coated pursing lips. He snickered, then pulled her head to him. Instinctively she opened, and his hardness pressed in. She pressed her tongue down to the bottom of her mouth, perhaps in a moment of defiance and allowed him the use of her mouth. No more, no less. "Ohhh, the fuck beast is going to be shy, is she?" Before she could regret her action, before she could fear what he would do to her, she felt his foot slide between her knees. Oh nooo! she screamed inside her head. She had forgotten the fires he'd lit. There was a nudge against her thigh. He wanted her to spread for him, open herself to his violation. She didn't, tears blinding her as she tried to figure what to do. He nudged again. Again, nothing, she couldn't move, she couldn't give that to him. Should he take it, use her, violate her, abuse her, anything as he wished, she could not stop, but she would not willingly open herself up to him. She waited for him to force her, to show her the knife as he had already done so often, to yank her hair, or something, anything, but he did nothing. He waited. His saliva sheathed cock sliding in and out of her mouth, his foot moving against her thighs. Her lips rounded around his cock, the hands at his legs, holding him, balancing herself, the tension in her thigh muscled beginning to ache as she forced herself to remain still. But her fight seemed to end when she felt her own juices slither out of her heat. There must have been a change in her for he saw her defeat. "Spread for me now, cunt. Show me what a cheap whore you really are." Her shoulders slumped, her eyes closed as her knees lifted almost against the ground and her thighs spread. His chuckle burned thru her again as he slid his foot into her pleasure, lifting, rubbing.

She moaned. Deep from that place she shares with only one, she opened to him with a single moan. No longer could she deny him his pleasure and her tongue went to work, licking, suckling, pleasing as she'd been taught. He moaned. And with that moan her tongue moved faster, her cheeks hollowed just a bit more, suckling him as he began shoving deeper into her mouth. Her hands tightened on his legs, working his cock without even realizing her cunt was riding his foot as fast. She had closed her eyes, she could bare this so lock as she didn't think of it. But he couldn't give her that haven. "Look at the fucking whore ride my foot." he laughed. "That's it, ride my foot, fuck meat. Ride me!"

The shame spurred her on, perhaps a little harder, perhaps even faster against his foot, and despite that horrible shame, she became even wetter. Her thighs shivered on either side of his foot, her mouth working him, pumping her face against his belly, noises, slurping mingled with hungry whimpers. Her body was too far gone to be able to remember ever having dignity. Somewhere off she heard the knife clatter to the ground but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything, about who he was or how he'd taken her, she didn't care about how low she felt near him, how dirty and cheap he made her feel, she didn't care about anything except the promising threat of his juices to taste and her own explosion. Both she knew she needed. A hand wrapped around his body, gripping his ass, pulling him closer to him as she prepared her throat to take him deeper into it. His hand slapped hers away and he grabbed her hair and plunged deep into her throat. She gagged hard, but then he was out, fucking again at her mouth. No longer was she blowing him, he was fucking her, using her mouth as he would any orifice of her body and he pounded back and forth. She noticed he was talking and she listened. ".fucking whore, dirty cheap street whore needs to feed on cum, I should cum on your face and make you go back out there on the street." Her face enflamed. Her hips bucking against his foot, one hand gripping at her nipple, twisting it, pulling until she shook in pain and pleasure. She never could handle a man cumming on her face. The only time she'd ever endured it was as a harsh punishment. She found herself wondering if he would. If he would complete her shame this night. Bucking hips matching fucked face, pumping leading to grinding until she felt him throb hard in her mouth. She knew only seconds till she'd taste his seed. Her body was tensing, tingling in ways that promised her own rising climax. But then he gripped her hair, yanking back hard, yanking his cock from her mouth and exploded. The first shot burst back into her open mouth, the next to her cheek. At that moment she could have died of total and complete horrible shame as a cheap five dollar street whore getting used behind the filthy garbage by a stranger, but instead of dying, she exploded. Her body shuddered and rocked, she howled loudly as the cum continued to shoot at her face, her hair, across closed eyes, coating her and marking her. Then she was done, her body falling back to her heels, gasping heavily for lost air, and slowly, reality returned to her. Tears began again, mingling in with the cum. Carefully, she was wiping it from her eyes. He reached down, gripping her arm tightly and pulled her to her feet, despite her jello-y legs. He gripped her hair tightly, eyes on hers. She felt the little pinpricks of pain as her yanked hair twisted her head. The hand on her back pressed her into him and for a moment she thought he would kiss her. Cum faced and all, would he kiss her? His hand reached up, touching the top of the ski mask. He pulls it up. And off. And he said, "You forgot to ask to cum, bitch."

She looked into the eyes of her Master, her lover, her trainer. The gasp was almost as loud as her moans and he smiled. She began to cry harder, louder, shaking harder. She was safe, she safe. No knife, no threat, no fear, no rapist, she was safe. She was His and she was safe. He yanked her hair, grabbing her attention.

"You are mine. I will never put you into a dangerous or risky situation. I was never more than 5 feet away from you in this alley, hiding in the shadows. Trust me. Trust me with your body, your heart, even, as I've shown tonight, your fantasies. Trust me for I am your Master." Her eyes looked deep into his and she knew at that moment, no one had ever spoken anything more true. She was His. And she could trust him. Her tears faded as quickly as they'd arrived and she offered him a smile. "I do Master." He returned her smiles. "Good. Very good. Now turn around. You are walking home with my cum all over you as punishment for cumming without asking.then I'm going to fuck you like we both have earned."