1. The Choice


    Date: 10/17/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: MaxwellSpanx2015, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    his wanking face... I left like breaking his legs, myself. Rubbing his cock, I slowly leaned forward and opened my mouth. I closed my eyes and took his dick into my mouth. His putrid taste made me want to gag. He tasted like rancid milk. But I still sucked, and did my best to expel groans of satisfaction. I breathed a sigh of relief as Mickael removed his cock from my mouth. Mickael placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me backwards, so leaned into the backrest of the couch. “Let’s see how good you are and deep throating.” He knelt onto the couch, ant towered over me, resting his hands on top of the backrest. I reluctantly opened my mouth. The bastard then thrust his cock to the very back of my throat. I aligned my neck in hope of opening up, but still coughed and gagged. My chocking seemed to drive Mickael into a lustful rage. He pushed deeper and harder. I grabbed his hips with my hands in the hope of controlling his thrusts. But I had no hope of slowing him. What’s more, my head had nowhere to go and I just had lay there and let him fuck my throat. I felt my head was explode. Finally Mickael pulled his cock out, the stepped back. In a fit of coughs I lunged forward and fell to the red carpet, tipping a gallon of spit and saliva from my mouth. I spluttered and gasped while I tried to breath. Standing over me, Mickael began to wank his cock. “Good. Well done. You took a right battering and survived.” “Just.” “You’ll enjoy the next one.” I brushed my face with my ...
    forearm, wiping the saliva from my chin.“I’ll be the judge of that.” “Lie on the couch with your legs open, facing me” Climbing on to the couch I laid back and rested my head on the crux of the backrest and seat cushion. I held my legs behind my knees and pulled them back while Mickael knelt down in front of my vulnerable pussy. After what the bastard has just put me through, a good licking was the least he could offer me. A little bit of me hoped he would smother himself to death. Now there is wishful thinking... a girl can dream. I tensed up and my heart pounded inside my chest. Mickael’s fingers spread my nether lips. His tongue pushed deep inside, before he dragged it over my clit. He then rested his tongue on top my bean, before wagging it like a tail. For the first time that day I felt myself begin, ever so slightly, to relax. I rested my legs on Mickael’s rounded shoulders and spread my arms across the couch. He was obviously a man of vast experience because despite me hating him, his tongue was making me shiver with sensual pleasure. I closed my eye and dreamt it was Toby. My pleasure came to an abrupt end when his chubby hands slapped down on my breasts. Mickael proceeded to knead my breasts as if they were bread dough. He pulled, stretched and flicked my aching nipples. Not moving his mouth from my pussy, he grunted, “You need to be whorish to earn money, Deena. Scream.” I never felt confident enough to be a vocal lover. Even when I was in an orgasmic rush, I would only ...
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