His cock quickly became more and more engorged as I slowly nursed on it, taking my time and relishing the moment. I may have never been so happy in my life as I was at this moment. I have known for years that this was my calling in life. To service a man’s cock with my mouth, to offer my tight ass for him to sate himself and to swallow his precious life seed was my life purpose. This was all I would ever need for the rest of my life to make me happy.
Rodney’s cock grew quickly from my oral manipulations. It got longer and fatter as I now had to open my mouth even wider to accommodate his turgid cock. It grew bloated and distended in my mouth. I reveled in this moment. Never wanting it to end, it was positively euphoric to suck this man’s cock.
I slurped and I slobbered in lust on his cock. I absolutely fawned over his erect cock like a newborn child would suckle his mother’s tit. My mouth salivated so heavily that my drool ran down the sides of his cock. It dripped down and over the dense network of thick red and blue veins that pumped the life blood into his rock hard shaft. I feasted passionately on his cock for the next 10 minutes, which was now absolutely 100% rigid. I was lost in the moment like nothing else in the world mattered except making him happy.
Rodney, groaned and encouraged me as I sucked him wantonly.
“Marshall, yea, suck that cock buddy. Suck it good. Make love to it with your mouth. Worship it. Why can’t women suck like this?” he grunted.
Remembering our conversation about women and what he complained that they couldn’t do, I was ready to show him what I could do.
I kept his iron hard cock in my mouth and pressed down til it barely began to breach my esophagus. It was definitely going to be a struggle to get this whopper in my throat, but I knew I needed to do this for him. I gagged a few times, having to back off for a few seconds, only to push myself to try to swallow it to the root. On the fourth attempt I felt my esophagus expand and his plump cock head invaded my throat. It was a tight squeeze, and very snug once it entered my throat, but I got it almost all the way down to the root.
Rodney, groaned and said, “Damn buddy, I’m in there. I can feel your throat opening up and clamping down on my cock. Your cock sucking skills are the best. Your throat is so fucking tight. You only have an inch or so left, get down on that dick.”
Undaunted and emboldened by his encouraging sexy talk, I forced my throat down deeper til I felt my lips touch his pelvis. Now fully impaled to the root, I just held it snug, deeply in my throat while I massaged my tongue lovingly on the underside of his cock.
“God damn, suck that cock buddy. Nobody has ever taken the whole thing like that before. I swear to God, we need make this a regular thing.” he grunted.
All his talk was making me insanely determined to do my best job possible. Saying that he had intentions of visiting again, just made me try even harder to please him. I went up and down on his cock, letting him feel my throat expand to handle his girth and length. I did this for at least 5 minutes while he swooned and groaned.
I pulled off his cock, which was probably the hardest cock I have ever had in my mouth and went straight to his shaved balls. I slurped the left one up as deep into my mouth as possible and massaged it gently with my tongue. Rolling my tongue ever so slowly over this man’s masculine testicle made him purr. I did this for a few minutes and then gave the right one the exact same attention. His balls were huge.
I worked my mouth down deeper and after a little effort, got them both in my mouth at once. I suckled on them gently as he passionately held his hand around my throat. I loved the feeling of his hand on my throat, almost like he was forcing me to suck him. With his other hand he gently stroked my hair softly which also turned me on immensely.
I loved his passionate soft touch. It felt so personal. He made me feel like a helpless female, craving his attention. In some weird way I justified it as him making some small effort to reciprocate some pleasure to me.
I don’t know what came over me next, but I knew at that moment, that what I really wanted now, was to be used like a slut. I am a submissive guy by nature, but I had never had this feeling this strong before with a guy. I wanted him to use me. No, I take that back, I wanted to be abused. I wanted to be manhandled. I wanted to be a little whore for him, to use any way he wanted. I wanted so bad to make him happy that I was willing to do anything. I felt so nasty at that moment.
Letting his saliva drenched balls fall from my mouth, I just looked him straight in the eyes with slobber and drool all over my chin and said, “Face fuck me now Rodney. I want a cruel, selfish, unsympathetic face fucking now til you feed me your load. Use my throat. Don’t worry about me, this is all about pleasing you. That’s all I want, is to make you happy. Just face fuck my throat as deep and as hard as you want til you cum. Hold my head and molest my throat.”
As I put his engorged 8″ cock back into my mouth, I lowered myself til it was all the way in my throat. Rodney just stared at me trying to comprehend what I was now asking for. I think I scared him briefly but he didn’t let the moment slip away.
With my lips still pressed hard into his pelvis, I took steps to help make him take control. I took both his hands and put them on my ears. I squeezed his hands hard til he had a firm grip on each ear. He took the hint and holding my ears firmly he slowly started fucking deep into my throat.
He would pull out 3-4 inches of his cock, til the tip exited my throat. He would then force my mouth down firmly by pulling on my ears til he punched his cock back into my throat again. Occasionally, I would gag, just a little, as he now controlled the pace, but I never once denied his entry or depth.
Over and over, he was forcing my face slowly and deeply into his lap, til my lips were mashed as far as possible into his abdomen. Getting every single centimeter of his cock in my throat, he slowly face fucked me. Each thrust gently mashed my lips firmly into his pelvic bone. Barely even a hint of a gag or a wretch came out of me. My throat craved this abuse.
He was still gentle and slowly methodical, maybe afraid he misunderstood me or was afraid he would hurt me. I pulled off his cock just enough to mumble the words, “Fuck my face hard. You don’t need to be gentle. Use my throat. It’s yours tonight. Brutalize it. Take what you need. I want it rough.”
Rodney didn’t say a word. He just increased his grip on my ears and started a harsher more chaotic plowing up and down that was much faster and if possible, even deeper than before. Mashing my throat down til my lips banged hard into his stomach, I took his onslaught. He was now being very aggressive and I was loving it. This is what I wanted. I had a mad desire to be abused and used.
His swollen cock now tortured my throat. I was dizzy with cock lust. At times I struggled to breathe. I think the glass of Scotch I quickly downed earlier made me more pliant. I wanted to be dominated by his cock. I wanted to be tormented and used. I wanted to be a slut. As I said before, I have always been somewhat submissive but this was a first for me. As his abuse increased, I wondered how long I could handle this and at the same time, that I never wanted it to end.