I don’t like them when they get in the way, but that is probably TMI. The following story is one hundred percent fiction, but I hope you enjoy it. I...was working my part time job at the Wal-Mart near my house. I live up in Carroll County, so between commuting about forty-five minutes each way to school, my extra-curricular activities and the occasional party, I don’t have a lot of spare time. LOL! I just realized this is supposed to be quick JO material. God I suck! Okay, so I’m working at. I scream like the wanton slut that I am. I’m not even sure that it's words leaving my mouth, but I beg my master. For what exactly I’m not sure. However, my body has a pretty good idea what it wants, which is everything. “Look at you, you’re a filthy slut, soaking your master’s cock in your office,” he says as he roughly fists my hair, arching my back. I try to make a mental note to have a mirror placed in here from now on. Or maybe my master will take care of it for me. He seems to think of. She had never gone on birth control, and she'd always insisted that the guy had to wear a condom when they fucked.After Pamela had finished all of her pre-wedding preparations and she had her lingerie and her dress on, all of the bridesmaids left to go get themselves dressed and even after a few minutes her maid of honor ensured that everything had been taken care of and she excused herself and left Pamela alone with her thoughts and her own inner preparations for the most important day of her. I pulled back. “What is that?” I asked.Suddenly, he grabbed my head and rubbed his penis against my lips. “Open up” he demanded.I was a bit scared, but I obeyed. He violently shoved his girthy penis deep into my throat. He pulled it out and I coughed roughly. “No..” I gasped, teary eyed.“It’s okay!” He insisted. He pulled me close again and stuffed his fat cock into my mouth. He bobbed my head up and down on the tip, and then pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I could barely breathe. My.