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He presses his lips together as if fighting a laugh. “Yes.”
Leaning forward, I grasp the base of the veiny shaft in my hands, and my tongue darts out to lick the plum-like head. When I don’t hear any sound of displeasure, I take the head into my mouth and suck on it.”
From the corner of my eye, I see Hunter’s hand clenched on the arm of the sofa, and I feel a little empowered by that. Being able to elicit even this much of a reaction is a win for me. I start licking along the sides of the cock and then use one hand to cup his sac and fondle it lightly.
As the sex tape made of me without my permission would suggest, I’ve done this before, so I’m not completely without knowledge. But I’ve never sucked a dick like this one. I should get a medal for even trying something to swallow something so large.
Running my tongue down his fat dick, I push it towards his belly and then give his balls wet attention. This time, I get an actual groan.
He likes this.
Feeling more confident, I stroke his dick while sucking his balls, and Hunter growls under his breath.
“Suck my cock,” he commands greedily. “I want to see it in your mouth.”
I’m still a little unsure of myself, but I wrap my lip around the thick tip and try to swallow as much as I can. However, I can only get a small portion of it inside. It feels weird having something so big stretching my jaw.
Hunter isn’t saying anything as I try to bob my head up and down. I put my hands on his thighs for support to try to lowermy head down the shaft some more, but then his hand slides to the back of my head to hold me still.
“I think that’s enough,” he says in a harsh tone. “It’s my turn now. Relax your jaw.”
When his hands tighten in my hair, I do what he says, feeling a little pensive. My mouth is stuffed with him.
I nod.
He pumps his hips up slowly, and I go still, feeling his dick slide in and out of my mouth as he uses it like some hole. I can feel something wet slide down the inside of my thigh as this new sensation of utter sexual thirst ripples through me. My nails dig into his thighs, and I don’t move as he uses my mouth to get himself off. But why am I getting so turned on by being used like this?
Things become so much worse (or better) when he picks up speed. The faster he goes, the more my lower belly is clenching. I can hear wanton moans ringing in the room and can’t believe they’re coming out of my mouth. My pussy is dripping with need, and I’m feeling both helpless and frustrated.
His face is tight as he thrusts into my willing mouth, and my eyes widen as he forces his entire shaft down my throat. “Breathe through your nose. Take it slow.”
I’m gagging and trying not to, and it takes me a few seconds to push away the panic, my eyes watering. He pulls out and then plunges all the way in, his voice firm. “Your throat needs to be trained to take me. To please me. I’m being gentle right now. Flatten your tongue.”
It takes a few tries for me to get a little more used to it, but I have discovered a different problem now. Every time I nearly choke on his fat dick, my clit pulses, and an orgasm starts to slowly climb down my spine like a slithering snake.
I’m nearing my own release as he fucks my mouth in steady, deep strokes, his grip on my hair holding me in place. I can’tsee my expression, but I feel wanton and desperate, and I want more.
Suddenly Hunter pulls out, hovering his throbbing dick just over my lips, smirking, “Look at you, Megan. You look so hungry. Do you really like sucking dick that much, or is it because it’s my dick?”
I make a slight whimpering sound, my legs rubbing against each other like a cricket, my juices running down my inner thighs.
“Please,” seems to be the only thing I can think to say. I’m begging for more of him, for a release, for any damn thing that he will give me.
“So greedy,” he chuckles.
He holds his stiff dick and guides it towards my lips, smearing my lips with the pre-cum. I’m not a fan of the salty taste, but I obediently lick it off my lips, looking up at him. He smiles, stroking my cheek with his other hand.
“Should I make you drink it or cover you in it?” His voice is soft and caressing, and the tone doesn’t match the dirtiness of the question.
“Whatever you want, Hunter.”
This is not me. This total submission. But when he looks pleased with my response, I feel a hint of gratification.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
I do so immediately.
Hunter strokes himself, and I watch, hypnotized by the precision of his movements. It doesn’t take long for his face to tighten from the orgasm that hits him. I watch with rapt attention as he emits a quiet groan that escapes his lips as his come lands on my waiting tongue. I flinch in surprise but am also pleased with myself. I made him come like that.
