Even with her eyes closed, Zoey felt him move to stand over her. the sound of his belt buckle clinking as his hands moved quickly to open his pants. the sweet looking young woman jumped slightly at the sound of the belt buckle hitting the table. Clearly she feared that he would strike her again. She nodded hesitantly when he explained what he expected of her even though the thought of it made her feel like she might be ill. The thought of having his phallus in her mouth disgusted her, even more when he stepped closer and the scent of his arousal assaulted her nostrils. Her dainty little nose crinkled in a way that was actually quite cute. She cringed, just beginning to pull away when the thick, pulsing head of his cock shoved crudely past the tight ring of her plush lips to slide against her tongue.<br/><br/>Zoey could not keep her face from contorting into a look of disgust as she felt the slimy precum smear her lips and across her unbelievably soft tongue. the taste was actually not as foul as she had anticipated but it was in no way pleasant and she gagged at the smell and taste, even the feel of the fat cock pushing against her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. Her slender fingers squeezed tightly and her nails dug into her silken skin in an effort to restrain the urge to try and shove him away. She knew what that would bring so she endured as he pushed slowly deeper, painting the inside of her mouth with his pungent sticky precum. She fought the urge but could not stop gagging the slimy yet smooth texture of his cock head sliding against her tongue, the heat of it, it was all more than she could handle. A soft wet gurgle escaped her throat as she gagged again and a small trickle of her saliva mixed with his precum slipped out of her stretched lips to run down his shaft, most of which still remained outside of her small, inexperienced mouth.<br/><br/>With a muffled whimper she jerked a little more upright and her eyes flew open. Caught up in the revulsion of her fist taste of fellatio Zoey had forgotten his instructions to look up at the man she was servicing. her bright green eyes, again glistening with tears this time from her repeated failures at mastering her gag reflex, stared up at him. She saw the look of pleasure on his face and was not sure if it was due to the feel of her mouth on him or that he had already forced her submission. The look of hatred still shone in her eyes but he noticed a change. It was as though the hatred had turned inward but in any case the hatred was masked almost completely by the intense shame. He could see that his new slave despised what she was doing but also that she had resigned herself to the task. She would do as she was told at least for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>