Clean His Pipes

The inner faggot yelling inside your addled mind ordered you to clean his cock before you let him fuck you. Asians were quite fertile, perhaps it was a race-trait to be extremely virile. You couldn't wait to have the salty cum in your mouth.

Fat lips plant against the glans of his shapely cock, and as your tongue slides to the bottom of your mouth, making space for his fat tool, you move your head forward and engulf the cock nearly to his balls. Your gag-reflex was trained back when you were fourteen and you had 4 good years to perfect your deepthroat technique and be prepared to serve your husband when you became of age.

He groaned loudly and thrust his hips forward as your nose reached his pelvis. The fat balls lay against your chin, and you could smell the musky scent of his manhood. He sat on the sofa and had you kneel as he thrust his cock in and out of your mouth as one would do to a fuckdoll or a fleshlight. You were a tool for him to use to his pleasure.

At one point you had bought him to give you pleasure, but naive as you were, you would've never had the chance to take pleasure from him. He would be the one, from the beginning, to dominate and fuck you like the real man you never had or will be.

His low groans reverberated in your ear. As you quickly regained your faculties, you eagerly swallowed the spit-slick fuck tool. You moaned, and tried to get him off as soon as possible, so you could receive a thick load of fertile cum. Your mouth vibrated his already sensitive dick and he went into a fervent dicking of you. He knew that you needed to be put in your place and used.

It was only after half an hour, that he finally sped up his thrusts in an unorganized pattern, and moaned as the thick cum bulged up his pipe and flowed into your tiny mouth. There was too much in your vacuum of a cock-cavern, and you nearly choked trying to swallow it all. But as he spurted his fifteenth time, you finished your dosage of his seed and pulled off his trunk.

A few strands of cum bulged out of his piss-slit but just went under his foreskin as his cock calmed down for a moment. You lifted it and pulled your tongue under the extra skin that protected his baby-maker.

He pulled you up for a kiss, as you shared the small amount of cum that wasn't in your gluttonous stomach, and shared your adoration for him through an open and willing mouth.