However, some people, including me, enjoy fantasizing about such things.So I present this story as an artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat...roam through my mind. It has depictions of sever sexual torture that would not work it thereal world. Nor should anyone try the tortures depicted in this story inthe real world. This is only fantasy treat it as such. If you have any problems separating reality from fantasy then do notread this story or any other story I write in this literary. Koi 2 din baad mein Shakher ke saath bank se wapis aa raha tha, ousne pouchha keh kaya yeh munasab hoga keh who aaj evening mein dinner ke baad, around 7:30—8:00 P.M., aik house boy ko mujh se milne ke liye keh de. December ka maheena tha aur Friday ka din, it used to get very dark by 8:00 PM, so I agreed. Ghar pounch ker jab tak mein fresh huwa, shower liya, Shakher ne mere liye coffee tayyar ker di thi aur jitni dair mein ne kitchen mein coffee enjoy ki, woh mujh se dinner ki baatein kerta. He was still holding me by the hair but he allowed me to move my mouth overhis huge cock at my own rhythm. I figured he must be enjoying me or hewouldn't allow me to set my own pace. I was happy and eagerly kept sucking away.Sometimes I'd go up and all the way down, fast and steady. Then I'd slow itdown and really suck him hard and drag my tongue lovingly along his shaft.I was giving him my very best and I kept up the pace for a long time. My jawwas starting to ache because his cock was so. As we entered his room, it was obvious he had a camera set up to record his bed. I brought it up and he said he did like to record sex sometimes as well as make videos for women online. He was an amateur porn star and I told him as much laughing it off. He informed me that women did not like him for his personality.At this point, I was curious. Marcus had the confidence to make his own porn, he had a resume with women and the men hated him. I wondered if he really was that good. This is where.