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The Storm on 19-02-2020 16:41:28

Hours had turned to days and rain still fell outside. George and Alison sat naked on the sofa.

The power hadn’t returned. They had run out of wood, but until now all Alison ate was body fluids — that Alison desperately tried to avoid exchanging with him.

“I want my phone back,” Alison commented almost emotionlessly as she sat in the nude with his arm around her shoulders staring at the dark fireplace as if there were flames in it.

Faint bruises covered her breasts where he had pinched them and her buttocks where he had spanked her.

“The lines are still down. Who do you want to call?” George asked.

Alison looked down, “No one, I just want it back.”

“I’ll give it back to you later. Now suck on my cock some more.”

She turned and glared at him belligerently as his hand reached up behind her neck.

“No, I don’t want to do that again.”

“Yes you do. You Christian girls can’t get enough Muslim cock.”

Her head shimmied as she tried holding back and he pulled her towards him. She hated oral sex. It was sinful, perverted and disgusting. Yet over the past three days they had performed it on each other multiple times daily.

“Don’t fight it,” George said as he pushed her face into his lap. This was the third time giving him oral sex today.

“Now take it in your mouth and suck it like you love it,” he coached, irritated by her hesitation and determined to completely break her of it.

She did not want to do this again but did not want another spanking either, so she took George’s flaccid cock — still unbelievably large — in her mouth and began sucking.

“That’s better,” he said looking down at her blond hair and easing up on the force he had been applying.

He held her head and began gently rubbing her clit with his other hand.

“You see how much better it is? How nice it is to suck on a Muslim cock? I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll love you and treat you nice if you treat me nice.”

“Uh-huh,” Alison moaned, her mouth filled with his cock again. She loathed him and his disgusting phallus. She would never enjoy sucking on it.

Like a flag on a pole, her head rose higher as his organ enlarged and hardened, ultimately its glans barely fitting in her mouth and making her cheek bulge. The side of her face soon rested above his stomach near his chest.

Her hand held his towering penis at its base while she ran her tongue and lips along its shaft — licked its smooth, sensitive helmet the way he had taught her.

Forced for days to suck his cock, and harshly corrected when she sometimes did it incorrectly, she became increasingly better at something she supposedly did not like.

She gently rolled his big heavy balls, which felt warm and soft, in her fingers.

The sound of her lips smacking together, like someone impolitely eating with their mouth open, filled the room.

“Make sure you swallow all of it this time,” George warned. “Don’t waste any of it.”

She followed his cue, put her lips around the glans of his penis again, and pumped its shaft.

“That’s it, good girl — like you love it,” he reminded her. “Oh, yea, doesn’t that taste good?” George asked as Alison pumped his penis while gulping down more disgusting cream spurting from it.

“Mhmm,” she moaned working his colossal black shaft with her hand, the head of his cock still in her mouth.

She had to milk and swallow every last drop from him before stopping.

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