Now and then he would slap at my face and tits, "You fuckin' shit whore" he called me as he fucked me hard, "You like fucking other men don't you whor...?" he asked "You like their fuckin' cocks don't you whore?" as he slapped my face hard several times "Yes, yes I love fucking other men and their fuckin' hard cocks" I replied "I love being a fuckin' shit whore for other men's cocks" I added as he resumed his hard fucking of my now aching cunt. When he finally decided he had enough this way, he. “Ooooohhhhhfuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme-”Jamming it.“Fuckmypussyassliekawhorewhorei'myourwhorei'myourwhore-” Soon, I'm not making any sense, just screaming, moaning, begging, begging and begging to cum. I feel the pressure build up, mounting, its unbearable, it's going to be soon and it's going to big.I slow down just enough, just enough to get some breath to say one last thing.“I'm cumming for you Sir, this nasty, piece of shit whore is cumming for you...oh y god, oh my god, OH MY FUCKING. " The students were taking careful notes, and the video cameras were running...but from time to time some of them spoke to one another, covertly...smiling and giggling.As I stood uncomfortably, my nuts began to vibrate ever so gently, and then I felt the unmistakable tingling of a mild electric current as it saturated and permeated my sagging jewels.I grunted in pleasure pain as the semi hot liquid did it's work, and soon my balls were quite swollen...even much more than usual. The pressure in. “I think I need to rejoin the party,” I said, stubbing out my cigarette in a large glass ashtray. ”I just needed a breath of air. ““Of course,” he smiled. “By the way, your husband, he isn’t with you?””Oh, yes, he’s somewhere inside, no doubt being the center of attention of the many women he’s met at parties like this. I assume your wife is here?”“Yes, like your husband, she’ll be mingling with different people she’s met along the way.”“Right, maybe I should go in and retrieve my husband from.