I continued to wank him for a couple of minutes, trying to get him fully erect, before I realised this was as hard as he was going to get. I scratched at his balls and bent forward. He smelled pretty ripe, his knickers reeking of stale piss, and I had to force myself not to gag. Tentatively, I stretched out my tongue and lapped it upwards, rasping it against his shaft. I really didn't want to do this, but there was no escape, so I decided to get straight on with it. Taking a deep breath, I bobbed my head down and sucked his entire length into my mouth in one swift movement. Rollo was taken by surprise and emitted a stunned moan of pleasure. I gripped his balls between my index finger and thumb and squeezed hard, at the same time sucking my cheeks in forcefully and dragging the inside of my mouth against his cock as I slid it back out of my mouth. I pushed forward again, taking his whole five inches inside my mouth and repeated the action. In and out I sucked, as hard as I could, creating as much friction as possible on his cock. He tasted foul, stale and old, and I didn't want this to last a moment longer than it needed to.

I got onto my feet and crouched before him, giving myself more scope to thrust my mouth up and down on his cock and at the same time allowing myself to finger my pussy. Rollo's hands had gripped my breasts and he was squeezing painfully, his nail dragging hard against my swollen nipples. He was incredibly rough, with no finesse whatsoever, and yet I found his ruggedness curiously stimulating. I couldn't deny it, his cack-handed, thoughtless assault on my breasts was making me hot, the selfishness and inconsiderateness of his approach, the passionless anonymity of the encounter making me feel abased but excited. A curious contradiction, I know, but I couldn't conceal my stimulation.

"Harder," I said through his cock and he squeezed and pounded at my breasts, bunching them in his huge, filthy hands and twisting my nipples excrutiatingly, bringing tears to my eyes. I thrust my hand into my pussy and stroked three fingers up and down my lips. I was completely soaked, the enormity of my humiliation leaving me incredibly turned on. I grazed my nails upwards towards my clit and dragged them across the defenceless surface, making me scream through the gag of Rollo's dick. I squeezed it hard, mirroring the mauling of my breasts at Rollo's hands and began to suck frenziedly on his cock, stroking it in and out of my mouth with increasing speed, ensuring that the inside of my cheeks rasped against his exposed glans.

Rollo grunted and he pulled his hands from my breast, planting them on my head instead and forcing me down on him, gripping me tight so that I couldn't pull away. I felt him shudder a couple of times and then tense, and a thin spurt of come pulsed into my mouth, followed by another, and another. I swallowed, feeling it seep down my throat, trying not to gag, as he continued to come into my mouth. I slowed my wanking of his cock to a steady lapping as the last few drops of come seeped onto my tongue and, tipping my head back, I kept them in my mouth.

I swayed away from him, my hand still resting on his thigh, and opened my mouth, letting him see his sperm pooled on my tongue. My hand was still at my pussy, and I stroked my fingers back and forth and round and about, dragging them across my clit and smoothing round it, and after a minute of this an overwhelming surge of excitement began to well up inside me. My mind slid out of my body and I imagined myself perched above, looking down on the scene, looking down on Harriet the Slave Girl, crouching in front of the old Italian slob, her mouth open, his come swilling around inside it, and fingering herself to a climax. And at that moment, thinking about it, I did come. My body tensed, muscles clenching and sinews stiffening. My back arched and I tilted my head back, eyes raised heavenward. The climax erupted through my body and enveloped me in its sensuous grip, ravaging my senses and leaving me breathless on the floor.

I stayed like that for a moment, allowing my breathing to regulate itself, and then got up to the tumble-dryer. It had long since finished and I opened it up. Pulling my panties out, I spat some of Rollo's come on it, watching it melt and glisten on the clean fabric. I then lowered it to my pussy and wiped some of my copious juices onto it for my Master to check later.

Without looking round, I quickly slipped the panties on, ignoring the uncomfortable damp patches, and pulled on my bra. I slipped into my blouse and rolled on my lycra skirt, smoothed everything into place and reached for my coat. Turning, I blew a kiss to the bemused Rollo, his limp dick still protruding from his trousers, then unlocked the door and headed for my assignation with my Master.