Running my tongue along her barrel, i can feel the groves where scars imbed metal. Muzzle heavy on the back of my tounge, my eyes water as i try not to gag, It’s no use. She starts to thrust her pistol with a slow steady rhythm.
Tears start to fall, but at least my throat has begun to finally relax.
She bends down slightly from where she had been standing, and wipes the tears forming on the corners of my eyes, taking my mascara with her. In my mind i see myself clearly, how pathetic i must look in such a position. Mascara shadowing my eyes and dripping down my cheeks. my lipstick, becoming a soft pink as it stretches along the metallic grey of her revolver. It’s collected slightly around the base of the barrel from where she had first thrusted my head down.
I close my eyes, and she slaps me. The hard metal of the gun collides with my teeth from the force of her. I let out a ragged low whine. She moves her hand towards me again, placing it firmly around my jaw.
She continues once more to thrust her barrel between my lips and over the soft pad of my tongue.
I studie her facial expressions closely, trying to make out what she may be thinking, what her next move may be.
I feel warm liquid meet my hand on the floor, my drool. My jaw aches. i dig my hands into my soiled uniform.
I whine again, and i can see the slight twitch of something forming on the corners of her lips. She holds my face tight in her hand.
“I know you want to be good for me, so keep your eyes on me, okay? Can you do that for me pet?”
A shudder spreads down my body as another whine in confirmation escapes my throat.
She begins to shift somewhere i cannot see, repositioning herself.
“ move your hips” and a quick click follows.
And i do, immediately I understand. By now I’ve soaked through, and I’ve begun to darken the fine combat leather of her boots.
“ look at the mess you’re making, do you really get off on this? you’re disgusting ”
She abruptly begins to thrust herself deeper, making me gag and instinctively wretch myself away. Her hand keeps me in place, firmly gripping my jaw.
“ i told you to look at me, i know you can take this, so when i thrust, and you feel the sight cutting into the back of your throat. You need to remember whos gifted you this. ”
She tilts her boot slightly, just enough to angle up against me, exactly where i crave it the most.
I continue to feverishly rut against her as i choke and gag on her barrel. My throat is raw and spasming, but i cant stop. I wouldn’t dare waste her gracious gift. My eyes flutter briefly before darting open again, my need to please her cutting through any selfish desire to sink into pleasure and disregard her orders.
“ pathetic, such a good hound. ”
