” I said, pointedly putting a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to relax under my long fingers a little. “Hands off, J.T.” He said, lurching fo...ward. “You going to take ‘em off?” I asked. “Babe, move.” He tugged at her hand, pulling her awkwardly to her feet. I stood, drawing myself up to my full height, seeming to tower over his bad, drunken posture. “You leave her alone.” I said. Cliché but heartfelt. That’s when he hauled off and punched me. If it could be called a punch. I took it. That following weekend, he invited me to his home and that was all she wrote, as the sex was more than us being naked and exploring each other, but really trying to figure which buttons to push. Our chemistry was intact, so it was as no surprise to a fly on the wall in the home, when the following happened. It was a lazy, warm fall Sunday in Los Angeles, as we usually awoke with a kiss in bed, followed by our erotic shower, before we fixing breakfast and turning on the television on to Sunday. " Could I ask what you were looking at in your beer?"I almost blurted "there was a tear in my beer", but managed instead to say with some small amount of charm, "I was waiting for you to show up and I didn't want to be bothered by any of the other girls!"She stopped dancing for a minute, looking at me with a serious look on her face. She started chuckling, "You're pretty smooth for a guy that can't even stand up without falling over."She leaned in a little closer, putting her arm around me.We. I can take a lot but him fucking my throat with his big dick was way past my limit. I thought I was going to pass out after about ten minutes but he finally withdrew his dick from my throat. Releasing my hands and picking me up and holding me. “See baby girl it wasn’t that bad. You will get used to it. I won’t fuck your throat all the time but you need to be ready and willing when I do.” I just looked at the floor as he held me. He took his finger and lifter my chin up so I would look at him.