grabbed his dick by the
base of the shaft and pointed it threateningly at Emily’s
mouth.
She obeyed, stretching her jaws as wide as she could – needy
yet fearful – worried that she might disappoint the man. Emily
wished that she could explain that she wasn’t what he thought –
that her experience in cock-sucking was limited to say the least,
and that nothing his size had ever gone in her mouth. But she knew
it would just sound pathetic, and that he would probably laugh at
her anyway, so Emily simply hoped for the best – giving herself
over to be used by the brute.
Used! That’s a good term to describe what next happened. With
no care for her pleasure, just using his new bitch, the man pushed
his knob past the gaping lips. He allowed her a taste and he
allowed her a suck then he set about fucking Emily Johnson’s face.
There was no subtlety at all; just violent punching of hard vibrant
meat in and out of poor Emily’s widely stretched mouth. It was an
agony for the woman. Her mouth was battered by the hard invading
flesh, and her knees were grazed by the hard cement floor as he
shunted her around. She shifted her position every few seconds in
an attempt to ease the pain on her knees. It helped to some degree,
but there was nothing she could do to stop the mouth battering she
got as his cock was thrust in and out, slamming against her gums
and her teeth, her cheeks and the back of her throat. Her jaws were
aching from the never before known stretch. Yet she welcomed the
assault, rising above the hideous discomfort. She had Her Nemesis’s
flesh alive in her mouth – his beautiful potent big hard cock, and
Emily was in rapture of agonised bliss.
The man noted little of this and cared even less. He simply
pounded into Emily’s face with no regard for her state. He slammed
his cock in and out of her, relentlessly pounding his meat into
Emily’s mouth. It was an oral attack – a cock punching at her, and
Emily welcomed every penile blow.
Time became nothing; the unsavoury location all but
disappeared as the man continued to violently fuck Emily’s face.
His cock was a piston, pounding against the inside of her mouth,
not caring about being scraped over the perfect white teeth. On
occasions the man would bury it deep and press his glans against
the back of Emily’s throat. It was then that Emily would panic; the
man’s cockhead blocking her airway and causing her to gag. As she
struggled to cope, Emily’s fingers gripped and clawed at the flesh
of the man’s naked hips, drawing scratch marks down his skin. As he
continued the assault, pressing into her virginal throat, instinct
took over and Emily tried to push him away, but the man’s strong
hands held her head steady, his fingers entwined with locks of
ash-blonde hair, not letting her escape and breathe until he was
ready to.
Emily choked and sputtered when the man finally pulled
partially out, but she still wasn’t able to free her mouth of the
penile invasion. Nor did she want to once she’d gulped in some air
around the big plum-like knob that he’d left there. With oxygen
again saturating her blood, Emily was sucking on the cockhead, her
aching tongue washing it, flicking all over the contours, doing her
best to pleasure the man, and hopefully earn herself another cunt
fuck – the hours of rutting that sounded like a dream.
“Yeah, I knew you could suck a mean cock, Blondie. You love
it, don’t you! But you can suck later. Right now I want to fuck
your throat.”
With a knob in her mouth, she had no chance to protest! No
opportunity to explain that it was a virginal gullet he was about
to invade and some consideration might be in order. Not that she
would have expected it anyway, but at least he would have known the
score.
Oblivious to this, and not giving a shit - once again the man
rammed his cock deep into Emily’s mouth. It struck the entrance of
her throat like a battering ram, and this time forced its way
through the defences and
base of the shaft and pointed it threateningly at Emily’s
mouth.
She obeyed, stretching her jaws as wide as she could – needy
yet fearful – worried that she might disappoint the man. Emily
wished that she could explain that she wasn’t what he thought –
that her experience in cock-sucking was limited to say the least,
and that nothing his size had ever gone in her mouth. But she knew
it would just sound pathetic, and that he would probably laugh at
her anyway, so Emily simply hoped for the best – giving herself
over to be used by the brute.
Used! That’s a good term to describe what next happened. With
no care for her pleasure, just using his new bitch, the man pushed
his knob past the gaping lips. He allowed her a taste and he
allowed her a suck then he set about fucking Emily Johnson’s face.
There was no subtlety at all; just violent punching of hard vibrant
meat in and out of poor Emily’s widely stretched mouth. It was an
agony for the woman. Her mouth was battered by the hard invading
flesh, and her knees were grazed by the hard cement floor as he
shunted her around. She shifted her position every few seconds in
an attempt to ease the pain on her knees. It helped to some degree,
but there was nothing she could do to stop the mouth battering she
got as his cock was thrust in and out, slamming against her gums
and her teeth, her cheeks and the back of her throat. Her jaws were
aching from the never before known stretch. Yet she welcomed the
assault, rising above the hideous discomfort. She had Her Nemesis’s
flesh alive in her mouth – his beautiful potent big hard cock, and
Emily was in rapture of agonised bliss.
The man noted little of this and cared even less. He simply
pounded into Emily’s face with no regard for her state. He slammed
his cock in and out of her, relentlessly pounding his meat into
Emily’s mouth. It was an oral attack – a cock punching at her, and
Emily welcomed every penile blow.
Time became nothing; the unsavoury location all but
disappeared as the man continued to violently fuck Emily’s face.
His cock was a piston, pounding against the inside of her mouth,
not caring about being scraped over the perfect white teeth. On
occasions the man would bury it deep and press his glans against
the back of Emily’s throat. It was then that Emily would panic; the
man’s cockhead blocking her airway and causing her to gag. As she
struggled to cope, Emily’s fingers gripped and clawed at the flesh
of the man’s naked hips, drawing scratch marks down his skin. As he
continued the assault, pressing into her virginal throat, instinct
took over and Emily tried to push him away, but the man’s strong
hands held her head steady, his fingers entwined with locks of
ash-blonde hair, not letting her escape and breathe until he was
ready to.
Emily choked and sputtered when the man finally pulled
partially out, but she still wasn’t able to free her mouth of the
penile invasion. Nor did she want to once she’d gulped in some air
around the big plum-like knob that he’d left there. With oxygen
again saturating her blood, Emily was sucking on the cockhead, her
aching tongue washing it, flicking all over the contours, doing her
best to pleasure the man, and hopefully earn herself another cunt
fuck – the hours of rutting that sounded like a dream.
“Yeah, I knew you could suck a mean cock, Blondie. You love
it, don’t you! But you can suck later. Right now I want to fuck
your throat.”
With a knob in her mouth, she had no chance to protest! No
opportunity to explain that it was a virginal gullet he was about
to invade and some consideration might be in order. Not that she
would have expected it anyway, but at least he would have known the
score.
Oblivious to this, and not giving a shit - once again the man
rammed his cock deep into Emily’s mouth. It struck the entrance of
her throat like a battering ram, and this time forced its way
through the defences and
Similar Books
