I kneel there, barely aware of what was going on around me, waiting for relief. My pussy is still throbbing and they haven't removed the vibrating objects from me yet, but at least they've done me the favor of turning them off.

I feel my head get yanked back by the hair and am too startled to do anything other than gasp. In my dazed vision, it barely registers that Charlie is the person pulling my head back. Suddenly my mouth is filled with the taste and feel of leather, semen and pussy juices. I realize it is the knife handle. I can see the blade sticking out of my mouth and I bite down to prevent it from falling out and landing blade down on my thighs.

I see a golden glint and it is a piercing, a piercing on Charlie's cock. He is stroking his cock near my face and my wild thought is of hope; hope of the release I seek. Instead of that, Charlie wraps my long hair around his cock and starts grinding it into the side of my face. I can feel my cheeks getting ground against my teeth, trapped between the hardness of the leather knife handle and the firmness of Charlie's cock. I am drooling with the effort to keep a hold of the knife handle and my eyes are watering from the pain of my cheeks being crushed against my teeth.