The airport was bustling when I exited my plane, so many people in a hurry to get nowhere. I made my way out of the terminal and waited outside on the sidewalk for my uber, my mind racing about what I was doing, and the excitement making my body tingle all over.
What I was doing was insane, there’s no two ways about it. Some time back I got messaged by someone on reddit. I don’t usually do online sexting, to me it’s kind of like going to a strip club. Sure it’s fun for a while, but in the end nobody gets what they actually want.
For some reason I stuck with it this time, at least this guy could carry on a conversation instead of just one line replies to my paragraphs. And it was fun and sexy and when the night was over I assumed that was that, just like every other time.
But it didn’t stop. We kept at it. Chatting and feeding each other’s fantasies. Until one day I was crazy with lust, and went a little too far.
“I wish you weren’t so far away. I’d give anything to crawl up between your legs and suck on you all night long, give you the best head you ever had. Swallowing down your yummy cum for you.”
He wrote back.
“Well, you could fly out here. I’m free all weekend. I can even buy your ticket.”
“Yeah, right lol,” I replied.
“I’m serious. I’ll buy the ticket right now.”
Wait, was he actually serious? Like I’m ever going to do that, that would be fucking crazy. I don’t even know this guy. I don’t know his name, I don’t know his face. All I know is the picture of his big meaty dick that he showed me, after I begged him to show it to me one night.
What a pathetic slut.
Lol, ok, I thought. I’ll play along for a bit.
“Go ahead then.”
A few minutes later he sent me a link.
“You need to fill out your information for the ticket.”
I clicked on it, and sure enough it took me to the airline, just waiting for me to fill out my identification to finalize the ticket.
Oh my goodness. He was being serious. He wanted to fly me out to him and… what? Use me as his cum dump for the weekend? Fuuuck, that’s hot, my horny brain thought. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about that, I kept telling myself.
My mind is racing. There is no fucking way I’m doing that. That’s way too dangerous. I’m gonna find my stupid ass on Figueroa Street getting turned out.
After a few minutes I got a message.
“Did you do it?”
“No.”
“Well, hey, look you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I get it, it’s scary. Just putting it out there if you want to have a little fun this weekend. It would be fun, though.”
I went and found the picture he sent me of his dick. Uhhg, fuck. That would be fun, I thought while I drooled over the pic.
Oh, no. My horny brain is taking over again. I’m already seeing myself getting kidnapped, the shit beat out of me and trafficked on the streets to some pimp. I don’t want that.
Do I?
No, you stupid slut, you don’t want to get trafficked. Fuck, my brain was so twisted. Seriously something wrong with me.
But I was too horny, and I wasn’t thinking clearly. I clicked on the link and filled out my private information, knowing full well he was going to have access to my real identity now. My heart was pounding so hard when I finally clicked Finalize Ticket in the bottom corner.
“I did it,” I wrote with trembling fingers.
“I see that. I’ll send an uber to the airport to bring you to my house. This is going to be fun, you’ll see.”
With that I was committed. I was scared shitless, but I started getting ready. First off was my steel cage, that had to go. I switched it out for a cute, pink pussy-shaped plastic cage with a plastic lock and finished getting packed.
I felt shivers running up my neck when I thought about getting strip searched by the airport security. They would find my little pink pussy cage, there would be no hiding it. It would be a man who did the search, probably another one to act as a witness. Two men, stripping me down, finding my little cage, laughing at me, touching my body…
Damn it, I thought. Snap out of it slut.
So here I am, in a new city far, far away from my home, waiting for a car to come pick me up and chauffeur me to a horny stranger’s home.
I insisted he give me his address before I left my house so I could google map it. I looked around at the whole area, street view, all of it while waiting in the terminals and it looked like a safe neighborhood. There were people jogging in the street view, so how bad could it be, right?
Now I’m being carted down the freeway, no fucking clue where I’m at or where I’m going. The fear is exhilarating and coursing through me, so many things could go wrong now. This was a dangerous game I was playing.
I watched neighborhoods pass by until finally we came to a driveway and pulled in. I grabbed my bags and walked up to the door, shaking so bad I thought my knees would buckle.
This is so bad, I thought to myself as I walked up the driveway. Why am I doing this? When that door opens that could be it for me. Done. Gone. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. Who am I going to tell anyway?
I took a deep breath and readied myself for whatever was about to happen to me, riding the high that the nearly-crippling fear was inducing, and rang the bell.
The door opened right up and there he was. Just a regular guy, standing tall and straight. Clearly wasn’t a junkie or a lunatic. He wasn’t holding a knife or a chihuahua. When he smiled at me and said hello I could see he had all his teeth. So I took the plunge and stepped inside past him, embracing my fate.
He lead me in the house and we sat down, the silence deafening.
He was good looking, taller than me but who isn’t. Stocky, and he moved with sureness, with confidence. I took him in with my eyes, and tried to slow down the thoughts creeping into my horny mind.
He was the first to break the ice.
“So, I figured we could do this one of two ways. We can sit and chat awhile, get to know each other and calm our nerves.”
I was hanging on his words, holding my breath.
“Or we can just stop playing games. We both know why you’re here. Let’s not waste any time, and instead get to know each other the way we actually want to.”
Made sense to my horny porn addled brain. What are we going to do, sit and chat about work? Fuck that, I didn’t come all this way for that.
“I’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” I said quietly. “Can I freshen up?”
He showed me the master bedroom and gave me some privacy. I found the bathroom and stripped down. I had been wearing a compression wrap this whole time, too afraid to try and wear a bra on the plane to contain my growing breasts. I had a hard enough time concealing my tattoos without having to worry about a bra slip or displaying my thong to the whole plane while I reached for the overhead.
I’ve always had pronounced boy boobies. I watched the other boys grow out of theirs and their chests harden, while mine just kept getting bigger with each passing year. The estrogen I’ve been shooting into my body didn’t help at all; it found my breasts fast, and zeroed in. Or it sure felt like it.
Now a C cup was starting to feel a bit tight, and they were getting some real heft to them. I could feel their weight pulling on my chest, bouncing almost painfully with every motion, always reminding me of their presence, always making me feel vulnerable because of them.
I looked at myself in the mirror, gently massaging some life back into my breasts. I carefully squeezed my nipples and watched drops of white milk ooze out and drip off, another side effect of the estrogen. I’ve been leaking like a hucow for months now.
I snapped out of it and started getting dressed. First garters and black sheer stockings, followed with a black mesh thong that did nothing to hide my pink pussy cage. I debated swapping it out for my steel inverted cage that I always wear, but it looked too cute peeking from behind my panties so I decided to keep it for now.
I didn’t want to take too long so I chose a baby pink, long-sleeved satin dress that hugged my curvy figure, the bunches and seams cleverly designed to accentuate female curves, and so smooth to the touch it was hard to even get on. I pulled it down over my head and worked it over my growing bottom, another great concern of mine from the hormone treatment. My butt was getting big, and I could feel my cheeks jiggle with every step now.
I tugged at the bottom of the dress and could just barely get it to cover my stocking tops, but it rode up with every wiggle, with every move, leaving the bottom of my cheeks hanging out and exposed.
I let down my hair and brushed it out real quick, letting it fall around my shoulders. A few minutes later with my makeup and I was satisfied. I slipped on a pair of black fuck-me pumps and wobbled into the bedroom to look in the giant mirror he had there, trying to relearn my balance on the spiky heels after spending the whole day in flat sneakers.
This mirror was huge, nearly touching the ceiling and almost as wide, encased in a giant wooden frame. I noticed it was positioned so it could easily be seen from the bed. Oh, boy, I thought. I’m going to have to watch this happen to me in real time. Shivers ran up my back, making me shudder in anticipation.
I took in my reflection and nearly cried. I looked like I was going to a porn shoot. My pink dress hugged me in all the right places, and without a bra on my breasts were poking into the top, stretching the fabric around them, my swollen nipples rubbing against the smooth silk fabric, teasing me with every move I made.
The estrogen is leaving it’s mark on me, and I knew the days of trying to hide my body under baggy clothes was quickly coming to an end. The thought was both exhilarating and scary.
With a deep breath and all the courage I could muster, I opened the bedroom door and walked into the main part of the house. My heels were clicking on the stone floor, announcing my arrival to this strange man before I entered the room.
I stopped a few steps into the room as he looked up at me and I stood there, hands clasped tightly in front of me, unsure of the next step, shaking, waiting. I watched him intently as he stood up, his eyes running up and down my body, using them to undress me in his mind. Or so I hoped.
He walks up to me and I look up at him, my whole body trembling. His arm wraps around the small of waist, pulling me into him. I followed his lead, letting him guide me. My face was right up against his chest now, breathing him in, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
He cups my chin and gently lifts it to him.
“You’re perfect.” His lips came down and met mine, and I melted.
My arms shot up around his neck and I pulled myself up on my tippy toes, trying to get more of his mouth on mine. Our tongues fought with one another, but he won. He pushed my tongue aside and explored my mouth with his, crushing my lips and dominating my mouth.
He breaks our kiss and leaves me panting on his chest as he leans down and grabs my bottom in his hands, lifting my cheeks and letting them bounce around. My short little dress had long since rode up over my big booty, and he had free access to anything he wanted now.
I was lost in his touch, hanging onto the front of his shoulders as his hands explored my body. Working my cheeks with his hands, spreading them apart over and over again, causing my little pink hole to stretch open with each grasp, his fingers so close to finding my sensitive little spot.
His hands roamed up my waist and over my hips, sliding along the smooth satin. The feeling was sending lightning bolts through me, every nerve on fire with desire. I felt them move up my back and under my hair to my neck, then back down and around the front of my waist. Then he raised them and took my aching breasts in his hands.
His hands groped at me, eager and full of lust. I was tottering in my heels, trying to keep my balance while he easily pushed my body around with his groping, practically holding me up by his death grip on my boobs.
I raised my hands up over my head, and he needed no further invitation. He peeled my dress up over my head and threw it on the floor, my tender breasts finally springing free in the cold air conditioned air.
He pounced on me. I watched as he took one of my leaking nipples into his mouth and began to suckle on it, gently but firmly. I could feel him coaxing my milk out with his hot, powerful mouth. I had told him all about my new kink of getting my estrogen boobies milked like a depraved hucow slut, and now here he was, milking me with his mouth. It hurt so good.
The reality of the scene began to sink in as I watched him feast on my nipples, his hands exploring every inch of my body, pulling and groping and squeezing me all over. I was on fire, panting in lust while I watched him abuse my tender tits. I took the whole scene in and seared it into my brain.
I had flown half way across the country for this, to let this horny stranger play with my body for the weekend. The excitement and fear from the day had my nerves on edge, and it was turning my brain into goo.
Satisfied he had sucked my tits dry for the moment, his hands let me loose and he took a few steps back. We looked at each other and smiled shyly, hungrily. There was no more pretense now, the playfully feigned innocence going out the window about the same time my dress hit the floor.
I stepped up closer to him and started to lift his shirt up his abdomen and over his head. He helped me when it got too high and I let my hands fall to his pecs, feeling his chest rising with his excited breathing, feeling him flex his muscles under my hands. I could feel the hair under my searching fingers, the heat coming from his hard chest, and I let my trembling hands explore his body as he had done to me.
I watched as my hands moved all over his chest and abdomen, up his arms and to his neck, squeezing the muscles there with my dainty fingers. As I was indulging my lust, he was working his way out of his slacks. I heard his belt hit the floor as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. I lowered my hand down to his crotch and found his hardening bulge in his briefs, so hot and heavy and meaty.
I let my hand explore his manhood and lifted my mouth up to him, offering him my painted lips. We stood in the room and enjoyed each other’s mouths while I fondled his covered flesh, getting harder and stretching his briefs out more by the second.
The entire day had been building up to this moment. I broke off our kiss and squatted down in my heels, coming face to face with with his crotch. I slipped my fingers into the sides of his briefs and slowly started tugging on them, each tug a small victory as his meaty cock finally sprang loose and bounced in the air in front of me, throbbing and desperate for attention.
I wasted no time and sucked his head right into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and using my tongue to massage his swollen glands, tickling his hole, searching for his unique taste, and savoring it when I found it.
I massaged his balls with one hand and gently stroked him off into my mouth with the other, pooling up the saliva in my mouth and turning it into a sloppy wet hole for his cock to enjoy. I was just about ready to settle in for some long, sexy cock worship when he took my wrist in his hand and pulled me standing, his dick plopping from my mouth and sending spittle everywhere. I could feel it dripping down my chin and landing on my chest.
He led me by the hand into the master bedroom and onto the bed. I crawled up on all fours and poked my bottom up at him, wiggling it and teasing him with it. I needed to be fucked already, I was aching for it.
I hadn’t been plugged since I left my house that morning, but thankfully I remembered to apply a small syringe of lube up into my booty while I was getting ready. It wasn’t much, but it would help.
He moved up behind me and I lowered my head to the bed, preparing myself. I heard him spit and felt his fingers rubbing around my lips, spreading his spit on me. He pushed a finger up inside me and I gasped, breathing heavy as the burning sensation seared through me. He gave my hole a quick wiggle and pulled out. I guess that was all the foreplay I was going to get.
I felt him push his head up against my hole and as he pushed in, I pushed out. My tender hole started to spread to let him in, then he pulled out and paused for a moment, watching my hole spasm and wink at him. He pushed back in and I pushed harder, feeling him stretching me out as he slid into me, and in one strong push he bottomed out in me, pushing down hard on my back as he tried to find my deepest spot.
All I could do was whimper and moan, nonsensical mewlings coming from my mouth. He began to work my hungry little hole open, slow and methodical, working me open in the sweetest, nastiest way. His cock was tapered from the head to the base, with the very base being twice as thick as his head, and the head itself was impressive enough. His dick was made for opening up holes, and he knew how to use it. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up off the bed, forcing me up on all fours.
Sure enough, that mirror was positioned just right. I swear it even made everything look bigger than real life. He held my hair tight in his fist and made me watch as he fucked me. He made me watch as he raped my eager little hole.
Finally he lets loose his grip on my hair and I fall back to the bed, burying my face in the mattress. I pull my knees even further up under me, pushing my little butt up in the air in the most vulnerable position there is. He took the hint and rose up off of his knees, wrapped his hands around my waist, and plunged back into my gaping little boi pussy in one deep thrust.
I had always giggled when I watched the stupid porn whores let themselves get put in this position. Every time they do it, you can tell they regret it a little, because it exposes you to some brutally hard fucking.
“Well, that’s what you get for letting yourself get put in that position again, you dumb slut,” I would always think to myself while I’m gooning my brains out to it.
And now I’ve let it happen to my own self, and he took advantage of it.
He fucked me so hard I just knew the bed would break, the mattress would collapse any second, driving down into me like he wanted to break my back. I was riding a continuous body orgasm, radiating from my sensitive little sissy spot and exploding out of my mushy brain, screaming profanities at him and begging him not to stop.
I felt his hands tighten around my waste, crushing my skin under him, and he howled as he unloaded deep into my tummy, pumping down deep into my hole with every spurt, making sure my little quivering hole was thoroughly bred. He finally bottomed out in me with his final big spurt, grinding himself so deep into me it hurt while he rode the last of his orgasm.
I felt his hands loosen their death grip on my waist and he pulled his swollen cock out of my now sloppy little hole. With a wet pop it came out, and I could feel myself gape wide in the cool air. I tried to clench and squeeze closed, but every time I relaxed my muscles my hole gaped open again. I gave up and I felt my sissy hole spasm and quiver uncontrollably, feeling empty, but feeling amazing.
“Stay just like that for a minute.”
He climbed off the bed and came back moments later. Then I felt the unmistakable touch of cold rubber against my tenderness. I felt him push hard and my hole sucked that big plug right in, sealing his cum inside me.
“We’ll just let that have a nice soak for awhile, give my nut time to do it’s job.”
I rolled over and carefully sat on the side of the bed, my new plug pushing up deep inside me now. It must be a big plug, because it was right on the verge of being painful. I hung my legs off the side of the bed.
“What do you mean,” I asked meekly?
“I’m gonna get that that little sissy pussy pregnant by the time I’m done with you this weekend. Gonna send your ass home on the plane with three days of my nut soaking inside you.”
Well that was just ridiculous, I thought to myself. But it sure was going to be fun letting him try. Milked, and bred, and kicked out the door. Sounded good to me.
I fished some black booty shorts and a pink mesh crop top out of my bags and wiggled into them, and followed him into the kitchen where he grabbed some bottled water. We went in the main room and he sat on the couch, legs spread and inviting, looking up at me with a clear command in his eyes.
I didn’t have to be told twice, so I took a few sips of water to moisten my mouth and settled down on the floor between his hairy legs.
I love this part. The afterglow, the come down, the post nut clarity. For him at least, but definitely not for me. I never have pnc anymore, I haven’t cum like that from my caged little thingy in years. Long ago I taught myself how to ride a cock into orgasm after orgasm, rocking my senses but never giving me any release, only leaving me hornier and desperate for more, trying to scratch that itch that I’ll never touch again, but confident knowing that only the end of a big meaty dick ever had any chance of touching it at all.
Now it’s my turn to turn him on, to get him raging and ready again. And not just hard, but lustful. I want him aggravated, ready to ravage me, and looking for a soft hole to take out his frustrations on. I want to feel his sexual frustration in his hands as he mauls and gropes and hurts my body.
He slid his hips forward and his balls dangled off the side of the couch, begging for attention. I gently began to suckle on the bottom of his sack, just nibbling on the skin, teasing him. I see his cock twitch and his balls bounced in my mouth with the twitch.
Oooh, this was going to be fun. I can’t get enough of a guy who’s balls jump when he flexes his meat. I loved to feel them being pulled out of my mouth, and then dropping back in.
And that’s what I did now, giving his big yummy balls all the love they deserved, washing them and teasing them with my tongue, tugging on them and pulling them tight with gentle fingers.
I was really getting into my task, letting go and just getting lost in the act of carnal worship, and keeping a watchful eye on his ever twitching and rising fuck stick. I heard all the cock sucking hypnos replaying in my mind, the soft, sweet voices of the femdoms coaxing me, tricking me into sucking cock, praising me for doing it. I was losing myself in my own fantasy while I suckled this man’s nuts like giant pieces of candy.
He must have had enough of my teasing, because he grabbed my head with one hand, and fed his meat into my mouth with the other. He let me set the pace to work his dick the way I wanted to, but he held the back of my head tight, a fistful of my hair pulling tantalizingly at my scalp. He was in control, and he was letting me know it.
I worked and worked all over his hot sticky meat, getting it soaked with my spit, stroking it with both hands right into my mouth and tickling his head with my tongue. I wanted more, so I worked his dick down deep into my mouth and pushed past the opening of my throat, feeling it open up to let him in.
As his cock slipped into my throat, he scooted forward on the couch and held my head there firmly, getting bottomed out in my throat, his abdomen crushing my nose. I can feel his sticky balls on my chin as his death grip on my hair keeps my head held tilted back so he can sit deep down in my throat. He knew what he was doing with that thing.
Then he started working my head up and down, using my throat to jerk himself off. His hands on my head controlled the speed, my mouth was just along for the ride. Up and down, staying in my throat the whole time, never letting it out to give me a breather, forcing me to hyperventilate from breathing through my nose.
Then I heard a voice from behind me. A woman’s voice.
“And just what the fuck is going on in my house?”
We were caught!
I panicked and tried to pull off of his dick, but he held me in place. I was on my hands and knees in front of him on the couch, him sitting right the edge of the seat with his big meat wedged all the way in my throat, and his strong hands holding my head firmly in place, and the way he pulled up on my neck with my hair just naturally pushed me backwards and arched my back, pushing my bottom up high in the air. The plug he jammed inside me reminded me of his promise.
I struggled to get off, expecting to feel her fists and kicks any moment. I pushed on the couch, but he held my head. I grabbed his legs and dug in with my nails, pulling with my body, pushing with my arms, but I don’t think he even felt it. I was barely even budging his arms, while it felt like my head was going to pop off my neck if I pulled any harder against him. Finally I gave up and just let myself go limp, trying to slow my breathing down through my nose.
“This is what you do when I’m gone? You fuck nasty little street trash in my own house, on my own couch?”
No one said anything, he just let his cock slip up out of my throat a little bit so I could breathe better and started using my mouth to jerk himself off again. I was in shock, trying to process what was happening.
Now, the words coming out of her mouth sounded like what an angry wife would say, but the way she said them sure didn’t. I may be a dumb slut, but I’m not fucking stupid. She just happens to walk in on us at that moment, talking in that calm, almost taunting manner? I’m pretty sure if a wife caught her man fucking an imported femboi fuck toy in her house, there would be a lot more yelling and a lot more shit getting thrown around.
These fuckers had this planned out the whole time.
I can sense her walking over and getting closer to us, and out of the corner of my eye I finally saw her.
Yeah, this was definitely planned. No housewife is out getting groceries dressed up like that.
She looked like one of those femdoms straight out of porn, the shiny black latex corset pushing her tits out obscenely, her seamed, sheer black stockings running down her legs to her black high heeled Goddess pumps, and… a big black rubber cock jutting out obscenely from her hips.
She was breathtaking standing there with her hands on her hips watching her man jerk off in my mouth, and every time she shifted her weight I could see that rubber dick sway and bounce. It looked big. It looked way too big.
“So how is she,” she asked.
“Oh, she’s wonderful. A natural born slut. I already busted one load up in her, and she was back on her knees sucking on my nuts not five minutes later.”
She leaned down to where I was still getting my mouth pumped up and down his cock, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“You’re adorable. You’ll do nicely.”
Then I saw her eyes dart down to my neck and widen ever so slightly.
Fuck, that fucking tattoo. That mother fucking tattoo, always getting me into trouble.
She moved her lips up to my ear and whispered, “Why do you have a Queen of Spades tattoo on your neck, sweetie?” She tilted her head so she could see my face. I couldn’t answer her obviously, her boyfriend or husband or whoever he was was still face fucking me like he didn’t have a care in the world.
All I could do was try to communicate with my eyes and my whimpers. I don’t know what I was trying to say to her, but I don’t think it mattered anyways.
She stands up and kisses her man, deep and loving and passionate. I heard her say something like “rude little bitch” and “manners” to him while I’m being used like his flesh light, gagging and sputtering so loud I couldn’t hear exactly what she said to him.
I watched her move around me and leave my field of view. I could sense her behind me and her hands started caressing my bottom, gently and softly, not at all the way men grope and man-handle me. At least a girl will be a lot more gentle, I thought to myself. Could be nice.
I felt her fingers slip into the waist band of my shorts and start tugging them off of my butt.
Her hand landed on my cheek, right on the other spade tattoo I had been branded with. Again and again she slapped my bottom, until I could feel the heat burning from my skin right where I knew that tattoo was. She was calling me out.
I felt her start puling on that plug that had been tormenting me for so long, and she didn’t seem to care too much about being gentle about it. She gave it a few tugs to test the resistance, then pulled it out in one strong yank.
I could feel myself gaping open so big, my lips trying their damnedest to squeeze back to some semblance of closed, but that plug had done it’s job. I was gaped open and all I could do was let the air cool my little pussy while it quivered and winked at her.
I felt her step up to me and push that over sized rubber dick right up against my lips, and then she leaned over my back to whisper in my ear from behind.
“I know what that tattoo means, you nasty little slut. I know you let black men take turns mounting you like a whore. It’s a good thing my dick is big and black, too.”
And with that she drove it home. And it hurt. It hurt bad. A man can tell when a hole opens up and lets him in, when it’s ready for more, he can feel it. But a strap on? She can’t feel when I’m ready for it or not, and it hurt.
She pushed in and held that thing deep in me, and my mouth went slack. I could no longer think about both the dick stabbing my mouth and the monster invading my poor little tush, and my lips just hung open while he continued to rhythmically slide his dick in and out of my mouth. Again and again he would push into the back of my throat, gagging me and making me spit up a mixture of our spit and cock juices. I felt like my face was a glazed doughnut by now, covered in our stickiness after a very long and relentless blowjob, and judging by the glances I got at the pool of spit I was depositing on the floor, I must have looked a sight.
My new Mistress gently but firmly held my hips with her dainty fingers, flexing her fingers and digging her nails into my flesh, alternating which of her fingers was stabbing me. I registered the pain, but I could barely feel it. All I could think about was what her big black rubber dick was doing to me, and how I was going to have to sit on that plane for four hours after two more days of this.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but was really only minutes, my hole started to relax around her intrusion. My nerves and senses woke up out of their daze and I closed my mouth back around his cock, now realizing that I missed the feeling of his shaft moving in and out of my mouth, caressing my lips, rubbing them over and over with his meaty dick until they began to swell and plump out from the constant stimulation.
I felt her start to gently move her hips back ever so slightly, then give it a little push. The head of her rubber dick was right up against my back wall, pushing against it, and I was thankful she wasn’t an inch longer.
“Are you ready for the whole thing sweetie,” she asks in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard.
The whole thing? How the hell is that not the whole thing?
I felt her fingers dig down into my skin, and she said, “Was that a yes? Yes, you want the rest of my black dick in your sloppy, blacked sissy-boi pussy?” She gave her hips a good thrust into me.
I knew I couldn’t say no now, like I was ever going to in the first place. Nasty talk like that drives me wild. Talk nasty to me, call me names, degrade me, and you can do anything you want with me.
I tried to nod my head and say yes, but it only came out as grgrgrle as I slurped on his dick. I don’t think it actually mattered what I said, because “No” wouldn’t have sounded any different to her.
“Ok, you asked for it,” she half sings, so sweet and innocent it was scary.
I felt her push in, pushing that thing into my back wall, her weight settling down on top of me, driving into me. The pain was getting too much. I love the pain, but this was not the sexy pain of getting slapped around and choked out, this was real pain.
I was on the verge of tapping out, and I swore to myself I would punch him right in the balls to stop this if I had to, consequences be damned. She was really starting to hurt me now, and I was starting to get mad.
Just when I was about to lose it, I felt myself open up, and she slid down deep inside me like I’ve never felt. I couldn’t believe it. I always thought that the back of my hole was the back of my hole, but she just showed me there’s a whole other world down there.
As she actually bottomed out in me for real this time, I couldn’t hold myself back. My gooey brain exploded and my entire body started shaking and vibrating and clenching uncontrollably. I was cumming all over her cock so hard I could feel my bottom trying to clench down around it, but it was so thick and hard that it I could barely squeeze it at all.
Every time I tried to squeeze my bottom around her, it sent another orgasm shooting through my body. Over and over I squeezed and wiggled and pushed on her dick, while she just sat there on my round cheeks, using her body weight to hold herself steady while I humiliated myself over and over again, cumming so hard I just knew I was going to pass out from this.
Finally I began to regain some composure, relaxing and letting the dopamine rush through me from my orgasms. When she sensed me starting to relax and slow down, I felt her lean up over me again and whisper in my ear.
“That… Was so... Fucking... Hot.” She panted it into my ear, her hot wet breathe tickling my neck, clearly enjoying what she just saw me do. She lightly kissed my ear and leaned back. Then she fucked me.
She fucked me hard. She fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I couldn’t believe this sweet, little woman was so angry and nasty and mean.
I’ve been getting passed around the same group of black men like a sorority girl at a frat party for years. I’ve been fucked so hard I’ve passed out, only to wake up being slapped in the face by the same man who just choked me out, still fucking me whether I was conscious or not.
But I’ve never been fucked like this. She drove that thing into my guts, yelling obscenities at me, calling me things that made even my cheeks blush.
It hurt, but I loved it. For a time at least. I’ve never had anything so deep before, and I accepted the pleasure with the pain, riding each wave, never knowing if the next thrust would be heaven or if the next one would split my body in half.
Her lover was still using my mouth for his fun but I could sense his end drawing near. He still had a death grip on my hair, and just clenching his fist would pull at my scalp and tilt my head back a little further, feeling like my neck was going to break from being bent so much. The further back he pulled on my neck, the more it naturally pushed my back into an arch and forced my booty up into the air. And she took advantage of it.
He was no longer pumping my head up and down his cock, now he was holding just the head of his dick in my mouth, stroking himself off in my mouth while I used my tongue to tease his head and help coax out what I knew was coming. In my heart I just knew when he finished cumming, she would stop raping me. Deep down I believed that. I had to.
Then he finally pulled his dick out of my mouth after what must have been hours. He held my head and made me watch as he obscenely jerked himself off right onto my face.
The first blast struck me in the eye, and then spurt after spurt shot out, blasting my face, covering my tongue, shooting into the back of my throat and gagging me. I could feel his seed running down my face and dripping off of my chin as he pumped and pumped that angry cock, covering my face and creaming my mouth.
He finally slowed down, and then he shook the last drops of cum out of his dick onto my face. He finished by smearing his slimy cock head all over me, making sure he got every last drop of his nut on my face.
I was lost in the moment, loving what he was doing to me. He stuck his gooey dick in my mouth, let me take a few slurps, then pulled it out and sat back on the couch, finally letting my hair loose and allowing my head to relax. My neck burned as I carefully lowered it and felt cum drip off my face, watched it drip off my chin and join the pool of mess on the floor.
I hadn’t realized that that evil woman had stopped fucking me, I had become so enthralled and focused on what was going on right in front of my face. It’s hard to focus on anything else when you’re being forced to watch as you’re getting used to make live action porn.
Her dick was lodged up deep inside me again, and I assumed she drove it home while I was lost in a cum glaze. I felt her loosen her grip around my hips as she carefully and gently started pulling her conquering cock out of me. It was bitter sweet feeling it finally plop out of me, making a grotesque sucking noise as my ruined lips finally let go and it fell free, leaving me gaping so bad I just knew I was broken for good now.
I rolled over and sat on my legs, catching my breath, coming down from it all. I could feel my butt hole still gaping unnaturally underneath me, and his cum was slowly oozing down my face as it cooled. I wiped a glob of his cum out of my eye so I could see and lazily sucked it off my finger, not even thinking about it, it was just a practiced reflex.
I felt a big ball of emotions building in me and without warning they let loose, and I sat on the floor and started crying. This whole day, and now this. It was all just too much and it had to come out. She had hurt me.
She saw me start tearing up and I watched her strut into the kitchen, those heels clicking away with every step, her sexy stocking-covered ass cheeks swaying in rhythm. I heard her heels bringing her back, that evil rubber cock sticking out in front of her, bouncing and swaying menacingly with her every step. Even sitting here in a puddle of cum crying like a silly girl I still couldn’t help but feast my eyes on such an erotic sight.
She squatted down beside me, a small towel in her hand.
“There, there sweetie. It’s all over now. It’s ok, there’s no need for that. You did so well.” She softly comforted me with her sweet voice while gently brushing my cheek. How could such a sweet angel have such a nasty mean streak in her? I don’t know, but that big rubber dick poking up in the air between her thighs sure was a good reminder not to piss this bitch off.
She brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear, then she gently ran her fingers up the back of my neck, sensually working her spread fingers into my hair. Then she closed her fist and pulled my hair up tight, firmly tilting my head back so I was looking up at her, and she looking down on me.
I thought she was going to clean my face with the towel, but instead she started pushing cum into my mouth with her fingers. My eyes widened and I looked at her, begging her with my eyes for mercy. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care, entirely focused on her task at hand.
Push after push of her fingers deposited his cum into my mouth, working her fingers over the contours of my face, pushing big globs of her man’s nut into my mouth, then forcing me to suck her fingers clean before searching for another treat for my lips.
I didn’t know if I was supposed to be swallowing the cum she was feeding me, or if I should hold onto it. The ache coming out of my broken bottom warned me to err on the side of caution.
Still holding my head back by my hair, she looks down at me and orders me to swallow. It only took one big gulp the way my head was tilted back like that, and the entire slimy mess slipped right down into my belly, leaving my mouth sticky and coated.
After my big victory gulp, I started to close my mouth, but she brought her mouth down to mine and kissed me hard and deep, pushing her tongue into my mouth and licking the insides of my cheeks, the roof of my mouth, under my tongue, cleaning me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it so hard I started whimpering at her for it to end.
If she wanted some of that cum, all she had to do was ask. She didn’t have to suck my tongue off my face.
Her hand let go of my hair and we kissed gently then, enjoying each other’s soft, sticky lips. She broke our embrace and helped me on my feet.
“Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up now.”
She led me by the hand past her lover, standing there in the kitchen doorway leaning against the jam, watching the whole time. He watched me cry on the floor with his cum on my face from the harsh fucking his evil little bitch gave me, then watched her feed his cum into my mouth like some depraved bottom feeding bukkake slut. He’s smiling at me like the cat that ate the canary as she leads me past him into the master bath.
That fucker had set me up. He didn’t fly me out here so he could fuck me. He flew me out here so she could. And boy did she.
In the bathroom she turned on the shower and we waited for the water to warm. I stood there stark naked in front of her and glanced at myself in the mirror. I could see where her nails had dug into my soft hips, and drops of dried blood were running from a few of them. Eh, I’ve been marked way worse than that after a hard fuck. It will heal.
Steam began to roll out of the walk-in shower and I made as if to get in, but she placed a hand on my tummy and stopped me.
“Tsk, tsk. Not just yet. I need a little help getting these straps off of me.” She pouted her lip and feigned helplessness by tugging on the ends of the straps.
So I got down on my knees on the cold tile floor, my knees so sore I kept having to shift my weight from one to the other, and started unbuckling her harness. She smelled so good. I don’t know what it was, but it was intoxicating. I had to get her to tell me her perfume before I left.
I gently undid the straps on each of her thighs and butt cheeks, careful not to tear her stockings with my nails. She had her little hand wrapped around the base of her dick, holding it up as I took it off of her.
The last strap fell loose and she hefted it away and sat that thing down in the sink with a plop.
She wraps her soft hands around my waist and pulls me in close to her, leaning her bottom back on the counter and drawing me in close to her face.
“That’s your Daddy from now on, bitch,” she said, flicking her eyes back behind her to indicate her cock.
“I didn’t want to have to do that to you, but I needed you to understand your place around here. I promise I won’t put it on again, unless you make me. You piss me off, and I’ll break Daddy off in your fucking bitch ass.”
Fuck, what a nasty little bitch, I fumed inwardly.
“Now get down there and lick Mommy’s pussy for me, I need to cum so bad after all of that.” She pushed down on my head the way men push me down to their cocks, and guided me to where her dick used to hang so menacingly a few moments ago.
Lick Mommy’s pussy? I don’t like licking pussy. I had a few bad experiences in the past and the last time it happened, I swore it off and jumped on the first dick I could find. I didn’t fly half way across the damn country to “lick Mommy’s pussy.”
But the thought of her Daddy dick laying inches away in that sink made me think twice. If I refused she’s liable to put that thing back on and make good on her threat. Hell, she’ll probably make me strap it on her myself.
I gingerly pulled her panties to the side, feeling their wetness on my fingers. Her scent was overpowering, sweet like her perfume, sweet like I always imagined a soaking wet pussy would be when I used to goon myself silly to girls, still thinking I could trick people into believing I was an alpha man even as I caused my own porn-induced impotence.
I took a peek at my fate as I peeled her panties back from her pussy, and found it smooth and hairless. At least I’ve got that going for me. Even thinking the phrase “hairy pussy” gets me retching and gagging.
But she was smooth, her lips a soft pink and almost heart shaped, not a hair or stubble in sight, and wet. So wet. I could see that even from here. I braced for the worst and moved my mouth to her slick little hole, and gently stuck my tongue into her, taking a tentative lick. Well, that didn’t kill me. So I tried again, emboldened, licking softly up and down her soaking slit, pushing my tongue around inside her, trying to find her clit, sucking her delicate lips into my mouth and tugging on them before letting them slip out.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I didn’t want her to pull out Daddy again, so I tried my best.
But apparently my best wasn’t good enough for Ms. Queen Bee up there. She grabbed a big bunch of my hair again and pulled me up into her snatch.
Here we go again, I thought to myself.
She ground her pussy down into my mouth, crushing my lips and my nose with her pelvis, rubbing herself up and down my face, smearing her wetness all over me.
I was going to have to wash my face for a week to get the mess off my face these two were making.
“Lick Mommy’s pussy right you little cunt. I fucked you good with my big black dick, and this is all the thanks I get? I watched you cum all over my big Daddy dick time and time again, and you can’t even be bothered to MAKE YOUR MOMMY CUM?!?”
She screamed that last part while she rode me, fucking my face like she still had a dick strapped around her plump, fleshy thighs.
All I could think about while she raped my mouth with her slimy pussy was how bad I wish I could get her in a room with one of my black Daddies, just once. Any one of them would fuck this little bitch into the dirt, show her her rightful place. And I wanted to watch it happen. Inwardly I smirked thinking about the payback I could get.
The thought started to make me hot, the image of a group of black studs gang banging this little white bitch into submission, busting her holes wide open the same way they did to me. And then I could feed her the sticky load of cum on her face.
The thought made me both horny and feisty, wanting to both watch it happen and also to make her cum. The BNWO videos were starting to play in my mind now, triggered by the images of her getting blacked, and they all said she deserved this.
She deserves to cum. She deserves superior men. She deserves to get blacked. Over and over the messages burned through my brain. She’s a white goddess, and she deserves this.
I did everything I could to get her there, and she screamed like murder when she came, bucking her hips against my face and riding her orgasm without a care in the world for my poor squished mouth. I licked and slurped anytime I could between her grinding, watching her breasts heave while she exploded in my mouth.
She relaxed her grip from my hair and I finally got some air as I stood up. She gives me a hungry, desperate look and breathes at me, “One more. I need one more.” She wiggles her butt up on the counter and spread her legs wide, inviting me in.
She was sensitive from her orgasm, and she sat there on the sink contently watching me lap at her love hole.
I tried to show her as much love as I could with my mouth, gazing up into her eyes as I licked her closer to orgasm. I thought I had finally found her clit, every time my tongue brushed over that spot her thighs trembled.
Payback, bitch.
I took her delicate nub into my lips and clamped down, pushing my head down onto her, sucking her clit up into my mouth hard. I flicked my tongue across it as she squirmed and bucked on the counter under me. Up and down, left and right, the top of my tongue and the bottom, flicking over her sensitive love button, then smashing my tongue down on it and licking hard, pushing her clit into her body with my tongue.
She let loose a deep, animalistic moan as she came again, nothing like her crazed screaming from before, and this time she let me control her orgasm, let me push her over the edge and watch her squirm against my grip around her thighs, digging my nails in while I tormented her hard clit.
Fuck, this was kinda hot.
Her orgasm subsiding, I kept my mouth clamped firmly around her clit, still licking her hard. Finally she could take no more and pulled my head off of her. As I stood up she came off the counter and met me, kissing me softly, tasting herself on my creamed face.
Her hands explored my naked body while her tongue explored my lips, eventually coming to rest on my tender breasts.
Oh, no. This crazy bitch is going to yank my tits off of me, I thought.
But she didn’t. She cupped them and held them in her hands, gently massaging them, making me feel safe while she planted kisses on my neck and ears.
We both watched breathlessly as her hands tentatively groped at my chest, exploring, searching for what, I couldn’t guess. I wanted so bad to reach up and cup her breasts in return, but I had no intention of touching this little bitch without her explicit permission. The throb still coming out of my gaping booty was a constant reminder to keep my greedy little hands to myself.
I watched as she gently worked both of my nipples into her hands, and used her entire palms to start pulling on my tits, gently, but with plenty of force to mix some pain in with the pleasure. It felt so good and I let my head tilt back I as I rolled my eyes back, just trying to enjoy this wonderful, soft sensation.
I opened my eyes and watched her, taking in this erotic, unexpected scene, and then we both watched as her manipulations to my breasts caused little round droplets of white milk to ooze from my swollen nipples, not dripping off, just perched there on my nipples like decorations.
She raised her eyes to mine and locked her gaze with me, and she was so feminine and beautiful at that moment that I knew what she was asking me with her eyes without ever having to say a word.
I shyly nodded to her, and she lowered her lips to my breasts and gently sucked my nipple into her soft, delicate mouth. The sensation was incredible as she gently suckled on my leaking tits, the estrogen having left it’s mark on me.
She would suck my nipple up into my mouth, sucking hard, and drawing it and my whole areola deep inside her hot little mouth, flick her tongue against the tip of my nipple, then relaxing the force of her mouth and allowing my nipple and boob to slightly draw out of her mouth, then she would suck hard again, drawing it back into her mouth and repeating the process.
She alternated between my breasts, repeating the process on both sides, until I began to feel painful little squirts of milk leak out of my tits with each flick of her tongue, back and forth from nipple to nipple.
Oh my gosh, I thought as the realization burned through my mushy, horny brain and finally registered.
She wasn’t just enjoying my feminine breasts, she was milking me!
Ok, I’m thinking to myself, I really need to stop telling people about my kinks, because I had told him in our chats about my new, unexplored milking kink that I developed when I first started leaking my milkies regularly. I may not being chained to a cold metal bar, getting my tits mauled by a milking machine while some horny farmer breeds me from the back, but this was close enough. Maybe even better.
I watched as her soft but determined mouth suckled me, and she finally raised her eyes to mine, never breaking contact as she fed on me.
I couldn’t help but wonder if this is what guys felt when she serviced them with her hot little mouth, and if my mouth felt as good to them as hers did to me. With a mouth like that, she could get anything she wanted from a man.
With a loud slurping plop she let my breast fall from her mouth and stood up, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me softly, passionately. I now had a new appreciation for her talented little mouth.
“Mmm, you are so fun! And I love your breasts, so soft and jiggly,” she giggles at me.
“Now get yourself cleaned up, sweetness. Then come join us in the bedroom. Take your time and relax a bit.” She cooed at me in the softest, most angelic voice, but I knew better than to be deceived. There was evil behind those big brown eyes, and it was laying obscenely in the sink.
I relaxed in the shower for I don’t know how long, just sitting on the floor letting the hot water wash over me for awhile. I don’t know why but I grabbed her rubber dick out of the sink and cleaned it up and dried it off, then hung it up on the towel peg. What a sight.
I sat down in her vanity chair and worked on my makeup. Nothing over the top, just quick and cute. A little liner, a little lip gloss, a little blush. I didn’t think it would last very long anyways, the way these two kept ruining my face.
I wasn’t sure what to wear, I wasn’t expecting a girl to be a part of this weekend, but I know I didn’t want to walk out naked. Then I saw a pair of Blacked panties that I had brought, and knew that was it. I pulled them up over my legs and settled the thong in between my cheeks, pulling the straps up high on my hips. My little pink cage barely made an outline in the panties.
Next I pulled on a pink lace baby doll chemise, with spaghetti straps and a plunging v-neck. I settled the baby doll into place and adjusted my breasts so the push-up cups would hold me.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Good grief, my tits are getting out of control, I thought. I spun around and checked my bum, the baby doll hem just long enough to cover the bottom of my cheeks.
I took a deep sigh and opened the door into the bedroom.
He was laying there on the bed naked, propped up on the pillows, one hand behind his head, the other slowly stroking his shaft up and down. She was there, too, in almost the same position, still wearing that insanely hot femdom outfit, her legs spread slightly and one hand between her legs, while the other held a tablet.
In my mind I hoped she was watching Blacked porn while she rubbed herself, but more realistically she was probably watching Damazonia porn, gathering intel for her next assault on me.
He watched me cross the room to their bed, coming up to her side. She briefly glanced up at me and went back to what she was watching.
“Suck my lover’s dick for me until I’m ready to fuck, bitch.” She said, rather coolly considering the tender moments we had just shared in the bathroom.
I started to crawl up on the bed but she stopped me.
“Did you say something, bitch?”
I didn’t know what she wanted me to say so I just stood there and waited for instructions. I knew this game.
“When I give you a command, you address me by my proper title.”
Oh, no. Was she really going to make me call her that? I thought that was just sexy dirty talk between us girls.
Fuck.
“Yes, Mommy,” I whispered meekly.
She paid me no more mind, still just rubbing away between her legs, her eyes glued to her tablet.
So I climbed up on the bed and crawled over to where her man was stroking his hard member.
I crawled up his legs and as my face came to his cock, he pointed it down and fed it into my mouth. I took him in and reveled in the familiar feeling of a big, plump cock head filling my mouth. This is what I want, this is what I love.
He was fresh and clean, smelling like a man again, and I took in his soapy clean smell as I lay on my tummy between his legs, lapping at his cock like an ice cream cone. There was no need for graphic, pornographic sucking now, the mood in the room was slow and sensual, so I matched it with my mouth.
I showed his cock the affection and attention it needed and deserved, all the while keeping an eye on Mommy beside us. The longer I slobbered on her man’s meat, the faster I saw her hand start to rub. I watched her breasts start to lift and heave, then her eyes closed and she laid her head back on her pillow, just rubbing away on that wet little slit while I gave her lover a sloppy blowjob.
She raised her head and looked over at him and said, “Fuck me, baby.”
I wasn’t sure what my part in this was going to be, so I just lay there on my belly while they moved around. She told me to roll over on my back, then she straddled my head and lowered her pussy down to my face. It looked like someone left a faucet on in her pussy as it hovered in the air just over my mouth.
I felt him come up behind her and line up with her pussy, then push in with one slick, wet sound. I could hear her moaning as I watched his dick sliding in her, just inches from my eyes. He picked up the pace and started giving her a good fucking.
I kept lifting my head trying to get a nibble on something; her pussy, his balls, whatever. Just let me get something in my mouth!
She must have read my mind, because she spread her legs a little wider and lowered her pussy down until her clit was right in my mouth. He was still fucking her, a nice steady rhythm that was making her squirm all over the bed, only now his shaft was sliding across my face with every thrust, and his balls were dragging over my face and bumping into my nose. Sometimes when he would bottom out in here his nuts would hang over my nose, letting me breathe him all in or blocking off my air, alternating from stroke to stroke.
I lapped at her clit with my tongue, teasing it. I licked in the delicate space where his cock and her pussy came together as it plunged into her sopping slit, pleasuring them both with every lick, hearing their moans in unison and in step with my tongue.
I was lost in the act, licking on everything I could get my tongue on, reveling in this sensual, soft moment taking place instead of the angry, violent sex from earlier.
Then as I licked away, I felt her slowly pulling the hem of my baby doll up my thighs. I hesitated with my tongue every so briefly before resuming, worried about what was about to happen.
So far neither of them mentioned or so much as glanced at my little caged clit. It’s not like they didn’t know, I guess they just respected that I locked it for a reason. Or maybe they just recognized that it wasn’t sexually viable.
Either way, now I was nervous. Her head was right over my little clit, and based on the angle of it, she was staring right at my cage. I could only wonder what must be going through her mind seeing my little pink pussy-shaped cage up close like that, probably leaking cummies like it always does. It’s one thing to do this in front of a man, it’s another to be seen like this by a woman. My face burned with shame underneath them.
Please don’t ask me to take it off, I inwardly begged her in my mind.
But nothing happened as they continued to fuck, and I forgot about it and focused back on making them feel good.
Then I felt her slap my little balls. That jolted me right out of my trance and I lifted my head right into them, bumping them and messing up the rhythm. I felt her hands grip my thighs and dig her nails in, a sign I better lay still and stop interfering with her sex.
Then she slapped my balls again. Lightly, but enough to make that plap sound as she struck them. She started working up a rhythm now, slapping my little balls as her man fucked her pussy. As he picked up pace, so did she. When he got harder, she followed suit.
Eventually she was slapping my balls so hard I was delirious on the pain, moaning into the wet flesh over my mouth and begging myself not to scream for mercy. I had been able to just barely cum from plapping once before, and that was with a vibrator, too. Not my preferred way to play, but I wanted to try it out at least once.
But the plapgasm I had was a ruined one, unable to get all the way to the actual climax, leaving me spurting and frustrated and giving me absolutely no relief.
This time I had no control though, she was slapping my little balls around to the perfect rhythm, with the perfect amount of force, giving me just the right mixture of pain and pleasure.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
Oh, no. I’m going to cum from this. She’s going to make me squirt and there was no way I could hold back. Trying to clench to hold back my orgasm only made my balls push up tighter against the skin, making each slap hurt even more, so all I could do was relax my muscles and let it happen.
I couldn’t hold out anymore and my thighs starting shaking uncontrollably as it rushed through me, every slap drawing my cum up out of my little balls. Finally I signaled to her with my hands around her waist that I was coming, lightly but frantically tapping on her sides with my fingers as I held onto her.
SLAP! She hit me extra hard that time, and I came. I felt her lower her mouth and engulf my cage in her mouth, and I unloaded my juice into her, squirt after squirt. My limp caged clit didn’t even twitch or flex when I came, it just submitted to it’s cage and spurted impotently.
As I was squirting through my cage into her mouth, she was screaming from her muffled mouth, pushing back hard against him and riding her own orgasm as he pumped into her. I licked and nibbled and slurped on every bit of her pussy as I could get my mouth on as she came and shook and writhed in my hands above me.
A few more strokes and he bottoms out in her, yelling and howling as he creampies her wet little pussy right in front of me. He unloaded deep inside her, pulling her back on him and thrusting up inside her with every shot of his cum, breeding her good and deep.
He finally starts to pull out of her and when he slides up, I run my tongue up her wet slit, catching a big glob of his cum on my tongue. I knew she was going to make me clean it out of her, I knew it the second she straddled my face. It was literally the last thing he and I had gooned about before the subject of the plane ticket came up. He told me she was going to mount my face and feed it to me, and here I was.
But instead I felt her move up off of me, so I let her go and turned my attention to the slimy cock hanging over my face, sucking it into my mouth from beneath him, pushing my neck up and back, trying awkwardly to clean his cock upside down.
I felt the bed move and I let his cock slip from my lips and looked down to see her crawling up my body, bringing her face up to mine. She wrapped her little hand around my jaw and squeezed, forcing my mouth open. Then she let my weak sissy cum dribble down into my mouth, following the last drop down and ending with a wet sticky kiss. She sat up and brought her pussy up to my mouth and squatted over me, her soft thighs on either side of my head, holding me tight.
I swallowed down my cum that she fed me, completely tasteless at this point, just weak, watery, and sterile, and clamped my mouth to her freshly fucked pussy. It felt so different now that she’d been fucked, somehow it felt softer, plumper. She ran her fingers through my hair while she sat on my face, squeezing and contracting her muscles, trying to push his cum into my mouth.
I licked and probed her hole with my tongue, my mouth clamped so hard on her I was afraid I might hurt her. I could feel his cum oozing from her sloppy hole every time she pushed, filling my mouth with the taste of a real man’s hot, potent seed.
She rubbed her clit furiously right over my face, trying to get herself off one more time while she made me clean up her creampie. She looked down at me and we locked eyes while she rubbed herself on my face. She bit her lip, rolled her eyes back briefly in her head, then looked down at me and nodded quickly. It was a desperate nod, her eyes begging me to keep going, to help finish her off.
I focused all of my attention on her orgasm, and when it crashed through her body, her pussy hole convulsed around my tongue and she rewarded me with a hot, steady stream of his cum. I left my mouth suctioned to her hole, making sure every last hot drop made it into my mouth. I wanted to do a good job for her.
She finally opens her eyes and looks at me, tiny droplets of sweat forming on her forehead and her chest. She climbs off of my face and brings her lips to mine, holding my face with her hands, kissing me deeply. I could tell she was looking for his cum, so I pushed up on my elbows so we could have a better angle and as our mouths fought, I pushed his cum into her mouth, one tongue-full at a time. She helped by sucking the cum from my tongue each time I presented it to her.
Satisfied she had enough, she pulls her face back and squeezes my mouth open again, and spits the big slimy load back in my mouth. I’m greedy, and I keep it to myself, swirling it around and swishing the flavor into every corner of my mouth.
Still holding my face with her hands, she says, “Swallow it down, sweetness.”
And I did. I felt it slip down my throat and into my belly, and she leaned down to plant one last kiss on my sticky lips.
“Thank you, Mommy,” I cooed at her sexily. She smiles at me, then lifts her eyes to look at something behind me. I see her bite on her bottom lip again, and I turned my head to see her lover man standing there, naked and sweaty, stroking his shaft, coaxing it back to life as he watched our filthy scene unfold.
He came around the side of the bed and stepped up to us, offering his cock to anyone willing. Both of our mouths reached his cock at the same time, slurping greedily on each side of the head, trying to push the other’s lips out of the way with our own as we fought to get it in our mouths, our eyes locked on each other.
Two more days of this? I won’t last two more days, but I’m sure gonna have fun trying.
Part 2: TBD? Not sure if I'll continue this one, not sure where the story would go from here. Maybe if it's popular enough, we'll see.
