"Keep moving, whore," Greg said. "Or do you want the pliers again?"

Debby again used every ounce of her remaining strength to please him. She knew she must have been doing a pretty good job, for his cock was so rigid that his prick felt like steel inside her pussy. His thick cockhead was already throbbing, ready to burst with a fresh load of cum.

"Here," Greg said, lifting his right foot and slightly bending his knee. "Suck on my toes while you fuck me, baby. Wash 'em up good, too."

Without even considering the caked dirt on his toes, Debby gobbled his toes into her mouth and began washing them hungrily with her darting tongue. Then, when she'd done a thorough job on them, he pushed his other foot into her face. She licked it clean, too.

"Ahhhh, that's so good, sweet bitch," Greg said, placing his hands on her hips. "And now that you've been such a good little girl, I'm gonna give you a hot load of cum."

With the last few words, Debby felt his cockshaft jerk, then explode with savage warmth. The man's cum boiled upward with such force that she felt as if his cum might even eat through her flesh.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried, feeling the pain subside. His cum let his cock fuck in and out more easily, almost pleasurably. Although she didn't have a climax, the relief from pain was almost as nice. She moaned again and went limp, her legs pulling hard on the ropes to her sides.

"Unh, keep shaking it, bitch," Greg commanded, jerking her ass down hard. "Still a little more up here."

At last, he fucked in the remaining cum, then fell back, his chest heaving with satisfaction. His hands slowly fell away from her hips and rested on the sheets.

With no pliers on her tits and his cock slowly growing soft, Debby felt a wave of pleasure herself. It was over, thank God. Finally over. She wouldn't ever be able to do that again, she was certain.