I turned my head toward the closet by the bed and watched us in the tall mirror. I was on the bed, with my ass in the air and he was behind me like R...man Stud. He was so young and muscular. His muscles showed and his body was so shiny with the sweat. Suddenly I felt his cock head against me. I am so tight I can’t take a lot of cocks, but this one was long and slim, and all the moisture meant it was slipping into me gradually…. I felt every inch as it invaded me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” I was. I was stretching too much. As I lay there on my back, legs splayed open, my pussy gaping open for all to see, but abdomen continued to swell and my vagina continued to open and moisten. I had to stop this intrusion into me bowels, I needed to get some release. I started to reach down to grasp the tube, I was going to try to yank it out, with or with out deflating the bulb in my ass. Jerome seemed to sense precisely what I was preparing to do. He quickly grasped my wrist and prevented me from. What do I want? I wanted to continue so I said, “I’m sorry Master,” and moved my right foot up to the seat. Feeling his eyes move directly to my crotch, he told me, “Move your knee out wider,” and tapped my inner right knee with his brush. “Now the foot, place it further away from your body.” He stopped to check out the view he had directed and then he tapped the left leg on the knee, indicating that he wanted it out a little more. I felt used by this man, my idol, he was visually molesting. I was expecting something warm and sweet, but instead got something hot and salty. That salty taste soon made me realize this was not one of my stories where cum is sweet, but a fantasy where the laws of nature still apply. So as soon as my taste buds gorged themselves on his salty semen, my gag reflex forced me to reject the gooey orgasmilk. Coughing, I pulled away, but Beans was still squirting and shot his hot load all over my face. By the time the final wave flowed out of him, I had gotten.