“That’s it, warm up my dick for me.” He says, tearing himself from nibbling on my left nipple. “In exchange, I’ll warm up your mouth…”
He pushes two finger down my mouth. I start suckling on them, moaning. The fingers starts exploring my mouth, forcing me to move my head around with them. It reminds me of the time I had to brush the teeth of our old dog. For some reason, comparing myself with a dog arouses me even more and I start jerking him off through the fabric.
“You really like to suck, don’t you?”
He pulls his fingers out and start rubbing then over my nipples,
“It feels pretty good,” I confess, wetting my lips with my tongue. “You should give it a try someday…”
“I don’t think so.” He responds twisting my nipple between his wet fingers hard enough to make me wince. “Sucking is for little cock slut like you.”
“Enough with the compliment, I’m already in your bed!” I smile, pulling at the waistband of his underwear. “Feed your little cock slut already, she’s been craving your meat for weeks…”
He grabs me be the wrist and pin both my arms above my head. He moves his face closer to mine. His wide smile is reflected in the gleam of his eyes.
“What’s the magic words?” He ask in a whisper.
“Pretty please?” I answer with a cheeky smile.
He pretends to spit in my face. The air makes me wince but my smile gets wider. I wonder whether getting spit on for real in this situation would turn me off or turn me on even more.,,
“What’s the magic words?” He repeats.
I make sure to look him deep in the eyes before whispering:
“Use me as you please, sir. I was born to empty your balls…”
His smile gets even wider, revealing his annoyingly perfectly white teeth. He rewards me with a quick kiss on the lips before throwing away his boxers and crawling up my body until he’s sitting on my chest, his muscular thigh straddling my head.
He’s starring me down, as if lost in thoughts, jerking his cock absent-mindedly. I lick my lips, starring at it. No matter how many times I see it, the same mixed feelings assault my mind: envy, jealousy, thirst, happiness and always at the end, a fearful apprehension. How my holes manage to handle that much meat is a complete mystery.
I can feel his muscles contracting and instinctively, I close my eyes: surrendering to whatever he’s about to do. I can feel his weight shifting forward as he leans on his knees. The bed doesn’t creak at all under his weight. I misjudged this hotel earlier, it seems pretty nice all things considered.
His tip comes knocking at my lips. Judging by the angle, he must be right above my face. I open my mouth wide and he slides his dick in. Only a couple inches first. This gives me enough leeway to welcome it with my tongue. I can tell it’s already wet with pre-cum before it meets my saliva. This makes me prouder than any compliment.
I barely got the time to play with his tip that he pushes more of his dick down my mouth. Soon, all I can do is to stay still, docile and obedient, as he’s using my mouth to masturbate. I can feel his heavy body move up and down above my face, dipping his dick ever deeper down my throat. It’s like my mouth is being fucked by a jack-hammer in slow motion. I love this feeling of being used so much.
He suddenly comes to a stop. I estimate a good half of his dick is filling my mouth. Taking advantage of the break, I close my lips around his meat and start sucking it. A lot of saliva has built up already. I love the slurping sounds it creates.
“That’s it bitch, start pulling your weight a little here!” He smiles, thrusting his dick deeper down my throat.
His balls soon rest heavy on my chin. I try my hardest to keep up: suckling and slurping in between moans. It’s like my entire throat is filled with meat, I can feel it bulging like it’s about to burst. It’s even hard to breath.
“C’mon, I know you can take it… that’s it, take it like a good bitch… don’t go puking on me now!”
He listens to the wet, pathetic, gurgling sounds escaping my clogged mouth for awhile before pulling out. My own saliva drips back over my own face as I gasp for air, enjoying the feeling of being able to breath properly again.
I see his muscular leg fly above me as he sits next to me. I automatically roll on my side to assault him with my greedy hands. Jerking off his wet, shining dick, I lean in for a kiss. He pushes me away however and make us both stand up instead. I’m barely on my legs that he grabs me by the neck and leads me toward the window.
“Since you liked the view, enjoy it some more. Hands on the window and spread your legs.”
This time, I don’t even notice the night-view at all. I’m too busy starring at our reflection in the glass. Well, mainly his. I barely checked mine long enough to notice how red my face and my eyes were.
“Don’t look away yet…” He says as if he had been reading my mind. “Look how pretty your big, green eyes are when they’re full of tears… and your red little nose is so adorable…”
He squeezes my body in the tightest back-hug I have ever received. The summation of seeing his muscles flexing in the glass and feeling his strength constricting me is so arousing I even forget to hate my ugly face. If he didn’t want to let me go, there would be no way for me to free myself up. I’m completely at his mercy. This should scares me. It turns me on even more.
“Have you been a good boy?” He whispers in my ear. “or have you played with yourself without me?”
After a slight hesitation, I decide to tell the truth.
“i watched porn some days ago.”
His muscles contracts even harder. It feels more like a wrestling move than a hug now: I have to stand on my toes and breath through my mouth. I’m staring willingly at my reflexion, taking a perverse pleasure at observing the protruding veins on my forehead, my bulging eyes, the thin thread of saliva hanging down my flapping lips… It looks so pathetic, so helpless… I want to spit on it, slap it, fucking cum on it…
“What kind of porn?”
His voice sounds strangely far away.
“A really pretty brunette was playing with dicks in a gloryhole. She was really flexible… and her legs were to die for…”
My voice sounds hoarser than usual.
“Did you picture yourself fucking her?”
“She was too pretty for that, I wanted to kiss her and cuddle with her… Instead, I pictured myself in her place, getting fucked like a rag dolls by all the dicks.”
“Even in your fantaisies you end up playing the bitch… What’s even the point of calling yourself bi at this point? You should just own it up and present yourself as the slutty cockwhore you are.”
He releases me right as I was starting to feel a little dizzy. One of his large hand lands on my upper back as I take a deep breath. It pushes me, forcing me to bend down. I make sure to push my hips backward as I follow his will, pressing my ass against his crotch. He’s as hard as I am. It’s such a gratifying feeling. I press myself harder against him, slowly swaying my hips, feeling his heavy, sticky dick rolls against my cheeks.
“You’re so impatient… Slow down already!”
“I though you wanted me to own up being a slutty cock-whore?”