His balls slap against my face as he thrusts his length down my throat. I can't breathe. I am allowed the occasional wheezing breath before he continu...s his brutal throat fucking.*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*My body is a patchwork of pain as the blows rain down. Nowhere is safe, he catches my chest, abs, and thighs. The occasional blow to my cock or balls elicit fresh shrieks from me, the pain unimaginable. This goes on for an eternity as I am continually fucked and beaten.I am barely. But she was really appreciative of me indulging her in her fetishes and asked if there was anything I wanted her to do. I told her about my fetish for sharing my girls with other guys. She thought it was pretty weird and asked why I didn't get jealous. I explained that the excitement and taboo rush far exceeded any jealous feelings. So she suggested I share her with this giant biker guy whom she knew was into her. The next time we hung out with him, we asked if he would play with her while. He didn’t miss a beat although he grunted when I bottomed out against his cheeks. Sitting still he looked up at me and smiled, letting his insides adjust to my girth. I told him how damn good it was being buried balls deep in him. After a minute he started rocking and sliding up and off my lap. I knew it wouldn’t take much to make me nut.The pace quickened and the slapping of flesh on flesh urged us both to climax. As his breath became more rapid I moaned my approval and he sensed me coming.. “Holy crap!” I shouted and stepped to her. She was alive.While her eyes were still not blinking, they followed me. I thought I heard a long, faint gasp emanate from her mouth but couldn't be entirely sure. Then, as I grabbed her arm to feel her pulse, I noticed she was still just as cold as when I had received her fresh and still had no pulse, yet her eyes were clearly scanning me. Not a single doubt about that.I was petrified.Strangely, what calmed me was the gentle, cold caress of her hand.