Try Begging - Chapter 37
“Please.”
“When you beg, make sure you know what you want me to do.”
“Please, let Fred go and continue what you were doing.”
“I’m not going to listen to everything.”
“…It’s my first time.”
“So, what should you say to me?”
Even though his words were muffled, his eyes made a different sound as he continued, “If you want to send that guy to the medic before he dies of excessive bleeding…”
Pulling his pillar further down, Winston placed the tip on Grace’s lips before finishing his remark.
“You must finish your work quickly.”
Yes. It was no use begging.
In the end, it meant that she would be held responsible for Fred’s life until the end. Because of that, Grace opened her mouth reluctantly. The saliva had already dried up due to the heat, and the rough flesh came back into her mouth again.
“Haa… yes. Good job, Sally.”
He called Grace Sally and made a scornful remark.
“As expected, none of the guys under me can do what they’ve been asked to do to my liking as much as you.”
Still, he, on the one hand, didn’t like the fact that the reason this woman suddenly became so active was another man.
“Do you know what the definition of a whore is?”
Instead of answering, there was only the sound of passionately sucking on the pillar of flesh.
“A woman who sells her body for a price. So you are a whore.”
“Hup…”
Faint sobs leaked out through the interlocking flesh. Leon sighed contentedly and gently stroked the woman’s hair.
“Keep your voice down, honey. There is someone else.”
Fred’s screams had long since ceased.
…Finish quickly. Please finish quickly. Finish it quickly for him and for me.
Putting shame aside for a moment, how many times did she move her head quickly, swirling her tongue and hands just as the devil had taught her? The already hard p*nis became even harder and started to twitch.
Grace didn’t know what that meant.
Winston, who didn’t say anything as she had been half-biting and sucking, suddenly pressed the back of her head hard. In the gap of carelessness, the flesh came in.
He pulled Grace’s hand away from the base and tried to push his pillar all the way through. When her throat blocked him from entering, he got up from the chair and pressed the tip of his pillar to the root of her tongue to make room for it.
Nausea occurred.
“Uhp, uhhppp!”
Eventually, her lips touched his lower stomach. As she swallowed up his ridiculous size to its roots, she was punching Winston’s thigh with her fists, feeling a sore throat and nausea. Then, thick liquid gushed out from the tip embedded in her throat.
It was his climax.
“</>Ughh…”
“Swallow. Swallow if you don’t want to choke to death.”
Every time the woman swallowed his semen, the flesh tightened on him. When the moist hole sucked his flesh, which had become sensitive to the climax, his mind was confused.
“Heup…”
After a while, Leon released his strength from the hand holding the woman’s head. When the rod, which did not lose strength even after spitting itself, was pulled out of the hole, the cloudy liquid, mixed with saliva, stretched out.
Thinking that the thing hanging from the tip of his genitals was leading into the woman’s stomach, a shiver rose from the depths of his belly again.
When the woman, horrified at seeing the vulgarity, turned her head, the thick thread was cut off.
Leon glanced down at the woman with cold eyes, lifted the apron that wrapped around her thigh, and wiped his sticky body.
“Huk…”
While he was tidying up his clothes, the woman sat on the floor and groaned.
On his way to pick up the jacket, passing the woman, he put his hand on her trembling shoulder. When he lightly tapped her to praise her hard work, she let out a sob as she took a deep breath.
Leon, who repaid some of the disgraces he had suffered, had a fresh smile on his lips. It was the first time since the establishment of this torture chamber that he felt such intense ecstasy, even though he had never seen her blood properly yet.
As he approached with his jacket on his arm, the woman muttered as she wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve, her face covered in tears, saliva, and semen.
“Dirty pig…”
The man who violated Grace gazed down at her with an impeccable figure. There was no guilt in his eyes after he had trampled on the weak. It contains only interest and contempt. It was the attitude of the greedy royal nobles towards those who had nothing.
As expected, Winston paused for a moment, then mocked her.
“How does the semen of a dirty pig taste?”
“Huh…”
Her eyes went dark. It was because Winston covered Grace’s naked body with an officer’s jacket.
“Huuhk…”
After quite some time, the glossy shoe nose that made her sick to my stomach moved away. In the midst of unconsciousness, the sound of shackles being lifted was heard.
Soon, the heavy iron door opened with a creaking sound.
“Don’t kill him.”
Winston ordered someone outside to get Fred out. At that moment, Grace felt a twisted euphoria rather than a relief that the demon had kept his promise.
Don’t kill him.
‘Don’t kill him,’ that meant Fred would be tortured. Only a cry came out of her mouth, who had told him not to do that.
‘Right. I suffered because of you, so you must suffer too.’
She, too, had selfishness no different from Fred’s. Now, everything, including herself, was about to become disgusting.
Bang.
The door was eventually closed. Then, there was a click, which was the sound of the door locking. She hoped to be left alone, but such luck did not happen.
The sound of dull shoes drew closer.
“The deal is not over yet.”
Instead of answering, Grace gently closed her eyes. His hand slipped under her body as she was lying on the cold floor.
Winston sneered at her for turning her back on him.
“Pretending to faint like a mouse…”
She really wanted to faint like this. However, her consciousness did not let her go easily.
“A normal bed would be nice for the first time.”
Her body rose up in an instant.
Winston grabbed Grace and headed for the single bed in the corner, just as a groom would hold the bride over the threshold of the newlywed’s room on the first night. He laid the woman down on the white sheet and got on it.
Creak.
The bed creaked as if it was going to break.
It seemed that the bed wasn’t strong enough to support his weight. Meantime, she was still acting as if she had fainted. Each time she breathed in weeping breaths, her breasts, which protruded through the sloppy maid’s robes, shook violently.
It was a masterpiece.
The woman flinched as his fingertips traced the dented teeth marks on the pink areola. The things trapped in Leon’s pants also trembled. Even after this annoying sexual desire was relieved once, instead of bowing its head, his flesh lifted its head even harder.
Again it was a craving to be shoved into this woman’s moist hole.
Leon took the shoes one by one from her feet and threw them across the room. Her toes, trapped in the white stockings, curled up. Seeing the cheap stockings, incomprehensible displeasure arose.
“Spread your legs.”
As he rolled up her skirt and commanded, the woman meekly spread her legs apart. The bloomers covering her pubic hair were white like a white flag—meaning surrender. His lower body ached from the joy of having the woman who had never known submissiveness surrender.
Grabbing the middle of the bloomers with both hands, he spread them apart. As the dense seams were torn apart, revealing the pink flesh, his neck shook greatly.
“Huhk…”
At that, the woman was embarrassed and tried to close her legs.
Leon grabbed the inside of her thigh and pushed it up. Because of that, her knees were folded up and her secret place was exposed wide. The white flesh split, revealing the shiny pink flesh. His mouth was watering.
His stomach trembled with hunger.
Sexual desire was like appetite. Both were animalistic desires that he considered uncivilized.
“Ah! Ahk, stop!”
As he gazed at the thin flesh that was layered on top of each other, he rubbed the bumps he had rubbed with the nose of his shoe until his fingertips became hot. The woman screamed and trembled.
“It’s really easy.”
“Heuk…”
The woman, whose whole body was shaking, dropped her lower body on the mattress. The ends of her weakly spread legs drooped and dangled out of bed.
“Looks like you touched it quite often.”
The woman sobbed at the words and shook her head. Perhaps, she never touched it with her hand, so maybe that was why she was more sensitive.
Leon opened with his index and middle fingers under the protrusion, beating like a heart. In the center of the petal-thin, pink flesh, there was a narrow hole that could only be pierced by a needle. He tried putting his little finger into the opening that twitched.
“Huht!”
“Don’t move. It’ll tear.”
He then gently pressed the woman’s belly, which was shaking. Pushing his finger a little further into her tight stomach, the woman gasped for breath as she struggled to accept half a notch of his little finger.