The Warning

“Mmm, that’s right, faggot. Soon, you’ll do anything for my load.” 

He held his hand to the back of my head and guided me on and off his cock. Once he was balls deep in my throat, he would guide my head back so I could get a breath of his musk. Then, he would press me forward to swallow the length of his dick again. Each time, his cock drooled copious precum across my tongue. The flavor intoxicated me and made me crave his full load. 

As he guided me onto his cock, he thrust forward into my throat and groaned, “My precum makes you want my load, fag. Makes you want to do ANYthing for my load.” 

I knew he was right. Already, in a shopping district parking lot, I reached through his open car window to stroke him. Already, I let him smear his precum on my lips in public, and then, I licked my lips clean. Already, I followed him to his house, and now, here I was naked on the floor of his living room, my wedding band on top of my shirt on a chair across the room. Already, not even an hour after chatting with him on an app, his cock was lubing my throat with precum. I wanted his load, and I was determined to suck it out of his big heavy balls. 

As he guided my head back, he slipped his cock from my lips and stood. He turned to the side and with one hand pushed me away. He walked across the room and paused at the chair where I had left my shirt. He rested a hand there for a moment and then beckoned, “Follow me.” 

His swagger was clear. He had a big dick and he knew it. He knew everyone could tell. He knew everyone wanted it. He knew I would follow, and I did.

He led me out of the living room, past the kitchen and formal dining room to a hallway. As I followed, I admired the shape of him. At 50, he was in good shape. His body was not ripped and sculpted like a young man’s, but he was toned and muscular. His legs were wide and muscular. His ass was firm, and its shape was reminiscent of a heart. While he sported a full bush, his butt was lightly hairy. His waist was narrower than his hips. His was a dad bod, so he carried some love handles here, and they were enticing. His shoulders were broader than his waist or hips. His body was generally smooth. 

At the end of the hallway, he stepped through a door and turned to face me and smirked. His cock was in full view now, so my eyes locked onto it. I heard him release a low guttural breath, “Fuck yeah. Good boy. Eyes on the cock.” 

He backed further into the room, so I followed. It was a bedroom. As I stepped through the door, I could see in my peripheral vision a tall chest along the wall to my right and a shorter dresser along the wall to my right. A large bed, probably a king, was centered on the far wall. He was leading us toward it. Beyond the bed, a couple of arm chairs sat near tall windows opening into the back yard. 

When he reached the bed, he stopped and started to turn. “Lay down, boy,” he gestured to he bed, “but keep your eyes on my dick.” His hand directed me toward the bed. It had not been made, so the sheets were pulled back and scattered. Keeping my eyes locked on his cock, I climbed onto the bed beside him. 

 “On your back, boy,” he commanded as he walked around the bed. On my back, I had to press my head backward into the bed to raise my eyes so I could keep my eyes on his cock. He reached toward me, slid his hands under my shoulders, and pulled me toward him. My head hung off the bed. His balls were inches from my eyes. 

“Open,” he said. My mouth obeyed, and I felt his cock enter my throat. The different angle triggered some mild gagging, which he seemed to enjoy. I heard him murmur, “Yeah, gag on it, you fucking faggot.” 

I heaved as he pushed in roughly, and he chuckled. “Such a good obedient sub. Ok, boy, relax and open up for this dick. You need some more precum.” 

His hands pushed down on my shoulders as he slid his cock into and out of my throat. The coughing and gagging subsided as he lubed my throat with precum and my own spit. He pulled back so just the head was in my mouth. I could taste the precum drooling from his cock. He told me to take a good breath. Then, he slid full length into my throat. His sack covered my nose, and his balls were against my forehead. His full bush was scrubbing my chin. 

“You like my sack on your face, faggot. My musk in your nose. My balls on your head. Soon, you’ll do anything to get the load from those balls, boy. Anything.” He slid back and told me to exhale and take another breath of his musk. Then, he slid full length into my throat again. 

This time, he leaned forward and I felt him tap my left hip. “Give me your ankles, boy.” 

I raised my feet toward him until I felt his hands grip my ankles. He guided my legs under his arms past his torso. He positioned them behind his back and told me to hold that position. I felt his hands then on my ass. He spread the cheeks, and I felt his breath on my hole. 

“This hole wants me to eat it, boy.” 

I felt a flick of his tongue, a finger circling, and another flick of his tongue. As he started working on my ass, he withdrew his cock from my throat but kept it in my mouth. I felt his tongue bearing down on the hole, and I groaned. I tasted a surge of precum flood my tongue, and I swallowed eagerly. 

I felt a thumb press against my hole and tongue flicking. It made me moan, and his cock released another reward of precum. I swallowed eagerly. 

“Oh yeah, you should know, boy, that my tongue is going to make your hole ache for my cock” he instructed me. My mouth full of his cock, I could not speak but I could grunt in agreement. His cock drooled more precum onto my tongue, and I swallowed eagerly as he set to eating my ass. Each thrust of his tongue made me moan, and for each moan, his cock rewarded me with more precum to swallow. My physical position, though, was taxing. I was upside down and using my legs to keep my ass presented for him to eat. His cock was in my mouth, and his sack was covering my face, so breathing was difficult. Still, he kept going, and it felt amazing. 

“This hole, YOUR husband’s fuckhole, wants my cock to fuck it,” he said almost laughingly. His cock still filling my mouth, I whimpered in agreement. 

Suddenly, he released my hips, grabbed my legs, and pushed my body away from his, onto the bed. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to slide down. As I obeyed, he climbed onto the bed and turned my body so my head was near the footboard. He slid closer to the headboard and faced me. Grabbing my ankles, he lifted my legs and pushed them toward my head. 

“Your eyes on mine, faggot, and hold your ankles.” 

My gaze locked on his eyes, and my hands locked onto my ankles. He smirked and slowly lowered his mouth toward my ass. 

“Good boy. Eyes on me. Watch me getting this hole ready for a real man’s cock.” 

His mouth disappeared from view, but I felt it almost immediately. He spat on the hole and then blew across it. He flicked his tongue and then growled. He paused, and I saw a fire blaze up in his eyes. He buried his face between my cheeks, and his tongue sent wave after wave of aching, longing, and hunger through the ass and up through my whole body. 

Holding my gaze, he said in a hypnotic voice, “This hole wants my cock to turn it into a pussy.” 

Entranced, I answered, “The hole wants to be a pussy, Sir.” 

He grinned an evil grin and went back to work. I was panting and groaning. He kept rimming me until I began begging him to fuck me. 

Holding my gaze, he asked, “Fuck what, faggot?” 

“Fuck the hole, please,” I begged. 

He shook his head and kept rimming. I pleaded louder for him to fuck me. He shook his head and grunted no. 

He continued to rim my ass. I was wracked with pleasure. I couldn’t think. My body was on fire with lust, and I needed a dick inside me badly. Animalistic, I growled, “fuck that hole, Sir!” 

Holding my gaze, he again asked with a hypnotic tone, “Fuck what, faggot?” 

“Oh shit, sir! Fuck the pussy, please. Turn this hole into a pussy for your cock” I begged. 

He slid up my body until his cock was pressed against my hole. He looked deep into my eyes and told me that if he fucked me, I would never be myself again. I felt his cock pressing against my pussy, and I shook my head and managed to speak one word, “condom?”

He shook his head, “This cock only fucks bareback.” 

The words sank in for a moment and I shook my head no. “Married, Sir. I only play wrapped.” 

Still staring into my eyes, he smirked, “You’re afraid this cock is stronger than your husband’s?” 

A puzzled expression spread across my face. “What, Sir? No, I just need to be as safe as possible. I don’t want to take anything home.” 

Holding my gaze, he tilted his slightly. “No, sub, that’s not it.” He smirked and widened his eyes. I could feel his intent to subjugate me and circumvent my husband’s wishes. “The sub’s husband is worried that the sub will like MY bi cock more than his.” 

Hearing him in my mind, I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Oh, it should worry, sub. You’re going to submit your husband’s fuckhole. It’s going to become a pussy for me to breed.” 

He slid down my body again. He pushed my hips back into the air and commanded, “Spread your cheeks.” 

I complied, and he drove his face between the cheeks. My eyes were still locked on his. I could see determination. His mouth continued its revelry of my pussy. Whenever I attempted to move one of my hands, he would stop and growl, “spread your cheeks, pussyboi.”

Gasping. Panting. Moaning. Groaning. Grunting. Growling. Yelling. I could not contain the pleasure he inflicted. Eventually, it was too much. He overwhelmed me. I screamed, “PLEASE!” 

Without letting up, he barked one word, a question: “Raw?” I felt a surge of lust. I whimpered but couldn’t answer. 

His tongue drove deeper into the pussy. As it withdrew, he repeated, “Raw.” I heard him clearly. It was not a question. It was an instruction, and I understood. 

As he pressed fingers into the hole and flicked it with his tongue, I cried out, “RAW!!!” 

He removed my hands and lowered my hips. He slid up my body again and pressed his cockhead drooling with precum against the well-eaten hole. He held his eyes inches from mine and spoke hypnotically. “Your pussy wants my bare cock.” 

Entranced, I responded, “This pussy wants your bare cock, Sir.” 

I saw him smirk, heard him growl, and felt his cock smearing its precum all over the pussy. My heels rubbed up his legs to his hips. I tried to urge his hips to push his bare cock into my hole faster. He growled low and gave a sexy one sided grin. 

“Bitch, my bare cock will fuck you into deeper submission than you have ever known. You are used to being a sub. My cock will drive you deeper than that.”

Lusting, I felt his cock drooling precum onto my pussy. Impatiently, I tried to writhe beneath him to drive my pussy onto his bare cock. I felt the head start penetrating the pussy. 

Gazing deep into my eyes, he commands: “Want my bare cock in your pussy, boy!”

Entranced, I nod, “Deep inside the pussy, Sir.” 

I felt him press his cock more firmly against my pussy. I felt the head stretching the pussy, and I knew that his cock was drooling precum directly into through the pussy’s lips. 

“This won’t be a simple bareback fuck, faggot. My cock fucks the pussies it breeds into deep, full submission.” He very slightly ground his hips. He smirked as I groan. 

“Your husband’s cumdump is about to become MINE. Every stroke of my cock in this pussy will deepen your submission to me until none of your husband’s wishes matter any more.”

As he said these words, I felt the tip of his cock pushing through the lips of the pussy. The head of his bare cock was inside me now. His expression shifted. He was inside me and slipping deeper and deeper. Smug satisfaction spread across his face, the look of conquest at hand. Staring sternly, deeply, and hungrily into my eyes, he sneered,  “Your husband’s wish for a condom no longer matters.”