The vigor with which Quentin claimed the sloppy opening of her mouth showed Zoey just how aroused her Master was at having her like this. Each hard thrust scraped across the soft, spit-soaked muscle of her tongue to thrust against the back of her throat. A muffled, choking gag sputtered around his cock and then he would pull back, dragging more thick, slimy spit to leak over her leather covered chin of the mask. She could feel it dripping into her cleavage and under the mask she was blushing profusely. With her mouth held so wide, she was helpless to even use her mouth and lips to ease his increasingly savage lunges that slammed the fat, pulsing head of his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She was completely at his mercy and her copiously dripping nethers attested to just how aroused her position left her.<br/><br/>The constant syrupy wet noises coming from her throat filled the silent and she dutifully used her tongue as best she could in her predicament. Behind the mask, her face reddened more with every harsh, bubbling choke and her eyes streamed with tears. He was not holding back and when his hand dropped to her up thrust chest it was none too gentle. He squeezed the flesh until it bulged enticingly from between his fingers before toying with her aching nipples and smearing the thick saliva across her breasts. She felt a new shame, knowing that they still had to walk back to Quentin's manor. The idea of people seeing her even more disheveled than she had been shamed her and even more so because it aroused her. Just having her Master take her like this, using her utterly, left her with the now familiar heat growing in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>He finally drag his cock free and she managed a few sputtering coughs while sucking air into her parched lungs. She felt him move around and when his hands repositioned her she knew more was to come. Only a second later she was proven right when he slammed in hard. Again she was defenceless and this position gave him even greater depth. She gurgled and more frothy spit and precum bubbled out around his shaft as he ground his cock deep, making her choke and retch violently. His sounds of approval coming from above her had her shivering again and she felt him start to get a little less coordinated in his impaling stabs down her throat. She braced herself and her intuition paid off as she felt his cock swell and throb a moment before letting loose a massive spurt of cum straight down her throat. She gagged and tried to pull back out of instinct but of course he would have none of it.<br/><br/>She tried and failed to swallow as more and more exploded against the back of her throat. In mere seconds the thick fluid had filled the very minimal space not taken up by his cock and was overflowing to spill down onto her body. She never thought the flow would stop as still more burst forth. She felt dizzy and made several awkward attempts to swallow with little success. She gasped for breath when his cock pulled back, inadvertently blowing lewd bubbles as she fought to catch her breath. Slowly she regained her composure, such as it was. The next thing she knew she was teetering unsteadily on her knees with him pressed behind her.<br/><br/>She leaned into him, reveling in his strength and remembering the spreader bar holding her wide open when he pushed his somewhat wilted cock between her thighs. She felt the wetness running from her eager cunt over his shaft and heard it dripping to the floor. The only response she could muster to the softly whispered sexual comments was a racing pulse and a few unintelligible noises. Still she arched and squirmed, lining up hi, with her sopping opening. She pushed back firmly, letting out a little grunt when he slid into her. It was if anything even more hot and wet than her mouth had been. She kept pushing, moaning harshly until she had swallowed him to the hilt. She still ached terribly from the machine but in her state she could not deny him. He was her Master and she wanted him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>