No. She knew he didn't want her to speak. Just to follow orders. He'll tell me when he wants me to talk and he'll probably tell me what to say. She kept licking for long minutes trying to recover every molecule of pussy juice.

"You've done a good job on that thing. I think if it was a real cock it would have come by now. Just as well it didn't. Thing is so huge if it was real, had a matching set of balls, and you did make it come you might drown."

The ugly little bastard laughed and Jackie felt hurt. Little Johnson could hurt her both externally and internally apparently at will. He could just joke and giggle while she was covered in whip wounds and was working so hard to do a good job cleaning the dildo. Jackie mentally shook her head while keeping her lips and tongue all over up and down the dildo. Her thought process seemed all wrong but she didn't know how to fix it.

"Tell you what. You'll give me the same kind of blow job you're giving monster there. Just all lips and lip nibbles, tongue flutters, no deep-throating. No tonsil-boxing this time. When I come, pull back a little so it goes all over your face."

As he stepped forward Jackie went to her sore knees. She saw he still had the digital camera now held secure by its strap twisted around his right wrist. She supposed he would end up taking more photos. She was fatalistic. Like an Old West Native American who believed photographs stole souls, at the moment she saw no difference between one embarrassing humiliating possibly career-ruining photo or twenty of them. The first one had already plucked her soul. It was all the same.

Jackie noted that even kneeling she actually had to lean down to get her mouth to work on the standing half-Dwarf's perfectly erect cock. Like the other night it was a strange purple hue. She felt lust in the pit of her stomach, renewed flow in her pussy, and was filled with passionate purpose. Make the cock of the semi-man who'd whipped her so horrifically come all over her face. It wasn't just a goal, it was the goal.

She fluttered her tongue all over it, dappled it with wet-lipped kisses, sucked the sides, and then stroked the flat of her tongue firmly across the wide head. Her left hand gripped the base of the cock tightly and jerked it towards her rhythmically. Blood entered the cock through the central arteries but her insistent grip made it more difficult for the blood to retreat back into Little Johnson's body. Her right hand got her fingers into position to jiggle in and out of her pussy with each of her tongue strokes in either direction on the cock. She continuously raked the side of her index finger against her still hard clitoris.

The nastiness of the situation and the picture it presented in her own mind did as much to turn her on as her own fingers. The continual pain from her back and backside magnified her lust. She wondered why Little Johnson didn't just fuck her. She obviously wouldn't put up any resistance to the idea. She actually wished he would fuck her. She felt like asking him to do it. She thought she may as well try.

Jackie pulled her lips away from his cock, looked up at him and asked politely, "Would you like to fuck me?"

"Get your mouth back on my dick, slut! If I wanted to fuck you, believe me, I would. You'd love it too. No, you won't get a real screw from a real cock until you've earned it. The good news is I'll help you earn it and eventually you'll get all the dick you need and more than you can handle. Right now, focus on the job at hand, the dick in your hand. Suck and lick it and make it come all over your slutty face. Be a Good Girl, Fishy!"

Jackie actually felt hurt by his rejection. She'd offered him all she had to give and the little man turned her down. Jackie felt a renewed swarm of buzzing pleasure in her pussy even as she felt embarrassment and outrage. She tried to understand her feelings as she sucked one side of his cock and her left hand squeezed the base harder. Somehow the fact Little Johnson rejected her most personal offer contradictorily made him all the more worthy to receive all she had to give. She had no place wanting him but he was perfectly manipulating her to want more and more the exact opposite of all things she should want not want.

She yearned to prove herself worthy by giving him all the pleasure she could. She would take joy in his enjoyment. His satisfaction was more important than her satisfaction. Without thought, directed by instinct, her right hand abandoned her self-pleasuring and moved up, slick with her juice, to now cup both his small tight testicles, cupping them through the elephant-hide of his scrotum.

She sensed the more she massaged them, the more pleasure he felt, the more semen he would eventually shoot all over her face, all over her. She wanted to drown in it.

Her fingers and legs trembled and he was shaking a little himself. When she heard a noise her lips and tongue and both hands kept working but she glanced up with her eyes. She saw him fumble with the digital camera. He was rushing like he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer and wanted to get some shots before he was too distracted during orgasm or too tired after. She did nothing to escape as he took a triplet of photos. None of them would change her overall circumstance or impact her plan anyway but Jackie wasn't thinking about that. She was only thinking about how hot those photos must be and how important it was to provide Little Johnson with a fantastic orgasm.

Little Johnson groaned heavily and he nearly dropped the camera as she felt his cock expand slightly in the moment before orgasm. She was so hot she was having difficulty thinking but she pulled her face back until she thought it made a nice target about a foot from his cockhead. She made sure to keep her fingers locked tight around the base of it. A girl at college once commented to her that constriction on the cock made the man's come shoot out faster and further. At the time, she'd thought it a disgusting factoid. Now Jackie wanted to see if it was true.

Little Johnson's groan deepened and a pulse of sperm struck her forehead just above her left eyebrow, sperm drops fanning and disappearing into her blonde hairline. She flinched as she thought that he might shoot into her open eyes. She stayed in position like a slut trooper. The next pulse of sperm struck her upper lip and ran down on either side of her mouth giving her a momentary Fu Manchu.

"Take it come-hungry bitch! I bet you wish you were swallowing it!"

Jackie found she was wishing that as four more major pulses of sperm splattered on various targets of opportunity across her face, the last one hitting her left ear. The constriction trick seemed to be a true story though she couldn't be sure without knowing his normal performance level. She wanted to open her mouth to catch a sperm stream but knew that was not part of the instructions. She must follow instructions. Mostly because it just felt so right for her. Disobeying Little Johnson now seemed almost unthinkable.

"Let go of my cock and balls. You've been a Good Girl, Fishy. Now, let's help you out. Lay on your back on the carpet, legs spread, keep your hands on the carpet at all times, and grind your ass into the carpet until you come."

Jackie was confused, "I'll do anything you want but... my ass is so sore and I won't be able to orgasm like that."

"Do it, slut! I know what's best for you, not you. It's simple, now and always. All you have to do is follow orders. You have it easy."