1. Romantic Interlude


    Date: 1/28/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: Kiss34, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    pool of dress around my ankles. Soon followed by the tug of my panties which also collected with all of the other garments. I now stood naked with a pile of my clothes at my feet as I awaited for what was to come next. &#034Turn back and kneel.&#034 I returned to my previous position, and though I was wondering exactly where everything was headed I knew not to ask questions. &#034Open.&#034 Once I complied, his shaft was placed once again on my tongue. This time there was no waiting or teasing, instead he slid it right into my mouth; pushing it against the opening of my throat. I reflexively gagged as he did, but that did not slow him a bit. He simply backed out for a second before pushing it further in, entering my throat. Inch by inch his girth disappeared and cut off my oxygen supply. I could feel saliva bubble up, and slip out around his pulsating manhood. Within an instant his full testicles were resting on my chin, and my eyes watered with strain. His hand grabbed the back of my head and held me still with the enormity of his cock lodged deep in my airway. Though I felt the effects of oxygen loss begin to take effect, I made no motion to show it; I merely knelt and took his onslaught. He held his member a few seconds longer in my throat before pulling it all the way out, now coated with the sticky sheen of my saliva and a bit of mucus. Tendrils of the mess stretched out from my mouth to his now dislodged cock. I continued to kneel in front of him as his slobber ...
    covered unit swayed back and forth. I watched as he gripped the base of it and swung it into my left cheek with a wet splat. He then began to rub it across my face as if trying to wipe it off on a rag. I felt so small, so insignificant and the humiliation was rising with each passing moment. This however only added to my desire rather than make me resist. The humiliation drove me to further serve obediently, and stirred my fire that burned within me. Once my face was significantly wiped with saliva, he parted my lips again with his spear and began shoving it back into my throat. This time he wasn't satisfied with just holding in there, this time he proceeded to mercilessly fuck my throat. Muffled gagging sounds escaped my mouth during the onslaught, and my eyes had tears running from them. Both of his hands were on the back of my head, forcing himself deep and keeping from getting away; not that I had the desire to do so. I was in a serene state of enjoyment. He may have been roughly using my face for his pleasure, but it was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Deep down I have always wanted to be used like a simple fuck toy for someone else's pleasure, and humiliated in the process. The fact that he wasn't saying anything during it, only added to the sensation for me. It was as if he didn't even respect me enough to talk or ask for permission, he simply took what he wanted and did whatever he felt like doing. He used as an object; something to satisfy his darkest desires. His ...
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