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Large, strong hands holding my head
still, a gentle reminder that resistance was not only futile, but would be dealt with in the usual
harsh manner. A collection of scents assail my senses, some pleasant, some not so pleasant as the
large, thick knob worms its way deeper into my throat, threatening to choke the life out of me.
With the hands’ grip on the side of my head blocking my ears, I can barely hear the sounds of
someone moaning – it could be me for all I know – I’m no longer sure of anything except the crazy
hard softness working itself into my mouth… What I do know is that I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t
be allowing this to happen – and all the while knowing that I’d do it all again if given the
opportunity. The hands tighten a little more around my head, making the skin under those massive
palms all wet and clammy while the fingers massage my jaw muscles almost as an afterthought as yet
more of Jerrod’s cock inches its way into my throat, increasing my anger at having been so weak
again… No, I’m not mad at Jerrod, the man with the soft, gently – but equally strong hands and
fingers. I’m not even mad that he just took what he wanted from me without asking, shoving his then
flaccid member between my unresisting lips until my nose was buried deeply in his thatch of pubic
hair. What angers me is my reaction… or lack of, in some respects. What I should have done the
moment all of this started was to say no, to turn my head away from the lovely offering being
forced upon me. But, no, what did I do the second his glans touched my lips? Opened my mouth and
welcomed his unwanted invasion, my lips and tongue knowing just what to do to get him hard in my
mouth, just like the good little whore he expects me to be. I’m angry with myself because now my
hands are on his firm backside, guiding him deeper into my mouth while my fingers knead the flesh
of his ass urgently. I know I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this, and shouldn’t be enjoying
the feel of his hardness bruising my throat as he begins to grow a little longer and thicker. But
the sad truth is that I’m Jerrod’s little bitch, his punk whore and his to use in any way he
chooses. I know I could – and should – say no to him and just walk away, just like I did one time
before… well, at least until he pulled his erection out and waved it at me and, like the fool I am,
I turned and went back, unable to resist and my mouth watering for the taste and feel of him as I
got to my knees and took him once more into my mouth. I can tell he’s getting close; my mouth and
throat really starts to hurt because he’s ramming his cock into my mouth just as hard and fast as
he can manage. My own cock is a massive steel rod, trapped inside my pants, a large spot of wetness
spreading across the fabric as my own passions burn hotly inside of me, passions that will, as
always, go unfulfilled because nothing is more important right now than getting ready to receive
Jarrod’s sticky offering. Jerrod’s saying something but I can’t hear him – don’t need to, actually,
‘cause I know what he’s saying: “Suck my cock, you whore, suck it, bitch, eat my meat, slut; yeah,
gonna juice you good, you little punk bitch…” Oh, I just love it when he talks to me like that –
but I hate it, too, because I love it when he talks to me like that… Oh, God, he coming now – I
just felt the first bit of his spunk on my tongue and here comes both the good and bad parts. Good
because he’s filling my mouth with his sperm and I love the taste of his jizz – so thick and creamy
and a little salty and, God, there’s so much of it! Bad because he’s got his entire cock jammed
into my throat, his hands holding my head tightly against his crotch as his bone keeps upchucking
down my throat and into my stomach… and I have my hands on his ass, holding him so tightly against
my mouth that I know I’m leaving fingerprints in his flesh… I can’t breathe at the moment because
Jerrod is still pumping sperm into my throat – where does he keep all of it? – I can feel the wispy
fingers of panic brushing against my skin as my own cock unloads itself into my pants because I
can’t breathe, can’t breathe, need to breathe… Jerrod backs off just enough for me to draw in
much-needed air in through my flared nostrils before slamming his groin back against my face, the
last bits of his whey-like load sputtering into my mouth and sliding into my stomach.
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God, he
tastes so fucking good! Finally, Jerrod pulls his dick out of my mouth, his hands releasing my head
so I can move it in order to get the kinks out of my neck. I open my eyes and see his cock staring
at me, all red and flushed with blood… and still very much erect, which is another thing I love
about Jerrod… and something else I hate about him. I’m barely aware of Jerrod clawing at my soiled
pants, cursing at me to help him to remove them; I guess I helped enough because there they go,
sailing across the room and landing who knows where. No, Jerrod’s not about to return the favor, as
it were, because, well, he doesn’t do that. He’s rolling me over onto my stomach and I can already
feel his knob against my puckered asshole, all wet and slick with saliva and his own seed. Bright
lights explode behind my clenched eyelids as Jerrod plows into my rectum without any regard for
what I may be feeling. It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to because, obviously, he’s been inside
me so many times it should be easy for him. It still hurts a little, but it’s not that bad, really…
Now I can feel his weight on my back as he settles in to fuck me; I can feel his breath on the side
of my face, all hot and wet, as he grunts and groans each time he thrusts himself inside of me,
telling me how good my ass feels and how he’s gonna fuck me until I beg him to stop. The anger
returns because he knows that I know that I’m going to beg him to stop eventually, I’m going to
start begging for his sperm again, pleading with him to fill my ass with his spunk. This time, the
anger is stronger within me and I’ve decided that I’ve had enough of being used and abused like
this and I start to get up despite Jerrod’s greater weight pressing me to the floor… Only to feel
his hand on the back of my neck, forcing me back onto my stomach, and making me submit once more to
his demands, his voice telling me that I’m going to be punished... Jerrod’s got this unbelievable
“talent” for being able to deliver a bucket of cum when you blow him and he remains just as hard so
he can fuck you – and he can keep it up for quite a while, too. I knew another guy like him, but
this guy would blow a load in my mouth then slide into me and blow another load in just a few short
minutes. Not Jerrod. He feels like a piece of red-hot iron in my bowels as he begins to pound
himself into my ass without any mercy whatsoever. Tears are beginning to spill down my face,
pooling where my cheek is mashed hard against the floor; I’m crying because he’s hurting me, crying
because of the sheer humiliation of being in this position again, and crying being I’m loving every
second of it – and I hate myself for it, which just starts me crying again. My poor prostate feels
like someone’s been using it for baseball practice as Jerrod’s cock head slams repeatedly into it,
causing me to cum all over myself and the floor; my sphincter is painfully stretched wide as his
cock plows into me; Jerrod’s in grand form today and I know I’m going to be in for a rough time…
I’m not sure at what point I either passed out or just went to sleep; I know that when I woke up, I
found myself in Jerrod’s bed and nice and warm and comfortable between those gold satin sheets he’s
so proud of. My body aches from the severe pounding administered by Jerrod… but I manage to find
some comfort in the whole thing, knowing that it could have been – and has been – worse. I roll
over and see my clothes piled up on a nearby chair, taking notice that Jerrod’s nowhere to be seen
at the moment, which gives me my chance to get out of here! Damn it, this is the last time, I swear
it is! As quickly and as quietly as I can, I start to get dressed, wincing silently as my slightly
bruised and battered body protests against the sudden movements; yeah, I’m gonna be really sore
later but right now I gotta get outta here before Jerrod comes to check on me. I sit down on the
bed and stuff my feet into my socks before thrusting one leg into my pants. Just as I’m about to
complete the task of getting my pants on, the door opens and Jerrod walks in just as naked as the
day he was born. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asks as he walks towards me, holding his
cock in his hand. My mouth begins to water… I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be allowing this to
happen... Finis
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