Oh you fucking suck me…fuck, suck my faggot cock, suck my fucking dick.’ he was slowly pumping his long cock into my face, i gagged, my eyes teare.... ‘ easy on me johnny boy, i’m not to good at this cock sucking stuff yet, i hope to be but not today, you have to let me breath’. i said with a laugh. we both chuckled, his cock had relaxed to a drooping head. i dropped my head down and resumed my dick sucking. have you ever tasted a cock my reader ? if you haven’t you are in for a treat. there is. She confides in me about her sex life. They aren't there real names Susan was sad. It was a Sunday and John had been back for 4 days. He was leaving in the middle of the night do drive to Aberdeen where he was to catch a helicopter to an oil rig. He wouldn't be back for three weeks. She hated when he left. There were always tears. She ran her morning bath, John was having a lie in. She checked the temperature and took off her robe. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror...mmm she thought. I followed the orders and lay face down on the bonnet of my car. Ten minutes latter two soldiers in face masks appeared, quickly cuffed me and dragged me in to the brick building. It was 9am.I was thrown on the floor and asked my name rank and serial number, I couldn’t answerThat’s when the face slapping started. There were now three men in uniform around me.I was strapped to a chair, a long black dildo was shoved in my mouth, and it was then pumped up, expanding in my mouth. Filling me.. I beat even harder on the door and announce, "Yasmeen, you need to come and see the television: Our Ben is marrying Jennifer."I hear Yasmeen's feet as she runs to the door, throws it open and threatens, "Zarika, this had better not be one of your bad jokes."I grab her hand, pull her toward the main room and answer, "Yasmeen, I only wish it was a bad joke. They are getting married right on the television and we were not invited."We arrive in the main room, both sink to the floor and begin to cry.