Not knowing what it meant, when he tensed up I just kept bobbing faster. I knew at some point that I was going to make him cum, but I hadn’t conside...ed that it would be in my mouth or what I would do with his cum if he did. The stranger took these decisions out of my hands. He let out an, “Oh my god,” and suddenly my mouth was full of a slimy hot liquid. The stranger was holding the back of my head and keeping my mouth plugged with his dick so the liquid had no place to go but down… down my. Not that she'd taken her sash ( or much else, for that matter ) with her to Chicago where she now worked part-time days at a McJob serving grease/salt/sugar in the form of meals to people busy with real work to go to.Jane managed to sweat the rent with another part-time night job but there never seemed to be enough money to take time off for what she desperately wanted to do, make a somebody of herself. Being pretty, Jane had no trouble attracting men of all ages. Nothing romantic, as in. Every time Chris comes over, they make me suck his dick again. At first, I tried to protest saying that I already sucked his dick, and, per the deal, she can fuck him all she likes, but he said, "No, I need you to get the first nut out so I can fuck your wife for longer." Some people say that they learned to enjoy sucking cock. Not me. All I feel is my masculinity slip away. Every time I have his huge dick in my mouth. Every time I feel the hardness of his cock as my hands slide up and down it,. ." I felt the hose tighten. He crushed my body under his and mercilessly strangled me. I felt things in my head and felt I was spinning, falling... convinced I was going to die.I came round on my back and realized his intent as fingers rammed themselves home. I fought as best my legs could - throwing him clear and trying to force him away. He wore me down, ignoring my muffled cries. He demanded I let him have his way - or he would fist me. I was worn and exhausted and dizzy. As his cock.