years to receive.
I licked the shoe
again, the same direction, cleaning it harder now. Thank god he wasn’t making
me lick the sole. I’d make this fucking rest of this thing shine for him, using
only spit for polish.
Behind me, another
small finger—it had to be a woman’s—gently touched my asshole. I
gasped and choked for a minute on the juices in my mouth. The finger tested me
for just a second, pushing at my tight door before retreating, to my vast
relief. I’d never done anal, had never let a man I loved touch me there, let
alone a stranger I couldn’t see. I’d told Jake I could take just about
anything, would try to do all of this, to see it through to the end. Just not that end, I hoped. I took a deep breath and finished cleaning the sole.
Jake said in my ear,
low enough that only I could hear, “You’re devastating.”
The heat of my pride
filled me so fast I felt sweat break at my brow.
He stood, holding the
shoe above his head. “Look, friends! Isn’t she a good whore?’
Shouts greeted him.
“She probably deserves
a reward, doesn’t she?”
More assent came from
the crowd.
“And with such a good
mouth, I think there’s really only thing to give her, am I right? Shall we show
her our favorite game?”
There was a shuffling
as the crowd rearranged itself. Something was happening, something I didn’t
understand, but it was obviously something they did here, that they knew to do.
The few women moved to stand behind me as the men came forward, to flank
themselves around Jake.
And as if
choreographed, the men all opened their flies, taking their cocks into their
hands. Jake’s cock was as huge as it had been when he’d put it away earlier.
This time I knew enough to open my mouth as wide as I could before he even put
the tip in. I was greedy for it now. I wanted to swallow all of it, all of him.
He slid down my
throat, and I waited for my gag reflex to calm, less scared now that I knew it
would. He rammed into my mouth, taking long, steady strokes. He knew I wasn’t
going anywhere. He knew I was here for him, and the feeling of elation that
flooded me made me believe I could take all of him. So I did, my nose hitting
his pubic bone as he pushed down my throat. I breathed like I was
swimming—breath, stroke, breath, stroke—and found a rhythm that
matched his. Keeping my eyes open, I gazed up at him. Instead of keeping his
head back, grunting at the ceiling as past men I’d been with had done, he kept
his eyes down, looking at me. He put his hand on top of my head, not using it
to pull me forward—he didn’t have to. Instead he kept it there, a
welcome, heavy warmth.
To either side of me,
men were getting close to coming. They pulled and jerked and brought their
cocks as close to me as possible. In the process, several of them whacked each
other. Instead of jumping away, they didn’t seem to notice or mind. Knuckles
rubbed against knuckles as the members battled for space, and my ears were full
of the sound of busy flesh.
In my mouth, Jake was
getting harder, ramming the back of my throat harder. He groaned above me but
when I looked up, he still had his gray eyes fixed on mine.
I needed to taste him.
I needed him to come in my mouth, to flood my throat. I shifted my tongue, pressing
it down into the base of my mouth to give him even more room.
As if they’d practiced
it (and maybe, I realized, they had), all the men seemed to get closer to
relief. Their moans were louder, their breathing faster now. Slaps of flesh and
groaning drowned out the classical music again. I heard the women whisper to
each other, small satisfied chuckles. I wished for a moment I was one of them,
watching a girl get her mouth fucked while her man got ready to come on her
face.
Then I realized that
it was a million times better to be the girl at the center of this cock
attention.
Jake shifted his hand
to the back of my neck, and even though I thought I couldn’t deep throat him
any more than I already
I licked the shoe
again, the same direction, cleaning it harder now. Thank god he wasn’t making
me lick the sole. I’d make this fucking rest of this thing shine for him, using
only spit for polish.
Behind me, another
small finger—it had to be a woman’s—gently touched my asshole. I
gasped and choked for a minute on the juices in my mouth. The finger tested me
for just a second, pushing at my tight door before retreating, to my vast
relief. I’d never done anal, had never let a man I loved touch me there, let
alone a stranger I couldn’t see. I’d told Jake I could take just about
anything, would try to do all of this, to see it through to the end. Just not that end, I hoped. I took a deep breath and finished cleaning the sole.
Jake said in my ear,
low enough that only I could hear, “You’re devastating.”
The heat of my pride
filled me so fast I felt sweat break at my brow.
He stood, holding the
shoe above his head. “Look, friends! Isn’t she a good whore?’
Shouts greeted him.
“She probably deserves
a reward, doesn’t she?”
More assent came from
the crowd.
“And with such a good
mouth, I think there’s really only thing to give her, am I right? Shall we show
her our favorite game?”
There was a shuffling
as the crowd rearranged itself. Something was happening, something I didn’t
understand, but it was obviously something they did here, that they knew to do.
The few women moved to stand behind me as the men came forward, to flank
themselves around Jake.
And as if
choreographed, the men all opened their flies, taking their cocks into their
hands. Jake’s cock was as huge as it had been when he’d put it away earlier.
This time I knew enough to open my mouth as wide as I could before he even put
the tip in. I was greedy for it now. I wanted to swallow all of it, all of him.
He slid down my
throat, and I waited for my gag reflex to calm, less scared now that I knew it
would. He rammed into my mouth, taking long, steady strokes. He knew I wasn’t
going anywhere. He knew I was here for him, and the feeling of elation that
flooded me made me believe I could take all of him. So I did, my nose hitting
his pubic bone as he pushed down my throat. I breathed like I was
swimming—breath, stroke, breath, stroke—and found a rhythm that
matched his. Keeping my eyes open, I gazed up at him. Instead of keeping his
head back, grunting at the ceiling as past men I’d been with had done, he kept
his eyes down, looking at me. He put his hand on top of my head, not using it
to pull me forward—he didn’t have to. Instead he kept it there, a
welcome, heavy warmth.
To either side of me,
men were getting close to coming. They pulled and jerked and brought their
cocks as close to me as possible. In the process, several of them whacked each
other. Instead of jumping away, they didn’t seem to notice or mind. Knuckles
rubbed against knuckles as the members battled for space, and my ears were full
of the sound of busy flesh.
In my mouth, Jake was
getting harder, ramming the back of my throat harder. He groaned above me but
when I looked up, he still had his gray eyes fixed on mine.
I needed to taste him.
I needed him to come in my mouth, to flood my throat. I shifted my tongue, pressing
it down into the base of my mouth to give him even more room.
As if they’d practiced
it (and maybe, I realized, they had), all the men seemed to get closer to
relief. Their moans were louder, their breathing faster now. Slaps of flesh and
groaning drowned out the classical music again. I heard the women whisper to
each other, small satisfied chuckles. I wished for a moment I was one of them,
watching a girl get her mouth fucked while her man got ready to come on her
face.
Then I realized that
it was a million times better to be the girl at the center of this cock
attention.
Jake shifted his hand
to the back of my neck, and even though I thought I couldn’t deep throat him
any more than I already
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