He fucks your mouth until he cums

"Yeah, suck it you little whore," Mr. Crassle mocks as his dick pumps in and out of your fist and into your mouth.

His other hand falls to your head and rests gently there as you bob up and down on his slobbery shaft.

Again and again you skewer your sucking mouth with his prick and massage his meaty pole with your tongue. The bathroom echoes with the raunchy slurping sounds.

Mr. Crassle's thrusting becomes more urgent, his balls slapping against the fist that is working his cock.

Suddenly, the older man grabs your hair and roughly shoves your head against the wall of the bathroom stall. His cock batters through your fist and his knee knocks your arm away.

"Fuck yeah," he groans and rams his hard dick all the way into your mouth.

You gag and **** at his prodding prick, but he ignores your discomfort, pulling back and thrusting his hard dick back into your mouth. His balls slap against your chin and your nose is buried in his wiry pubic hair.

You struggle to breathe as Mr. Crassle forcefully fucks your face. Tears flow from your eyes and you gag around his thrusting prick. You fight to pull away, but his grip on your hair only tightens.

With a loud grunt he explodes in your mouth, his cock thrashing between your lips and pumping out thick spurts of his scalding spunk. You gag and sputter and fight to swallow down his spewing seed rather than drown in it.

"Take my cum, you little whore," he hisses. "Suck it all down like a good girl."

His cumming cock slides in and out of your mouth and he empties squirt after squirt of his sperm down your throat. You can feel his thick and sticky load sliding down to your stomach.

Finally his orgasm diminishes to a few weak twitches oozing out his salty cum as he works in and out of your mouth. He stands panting and grinning above you, his face blurred by the tears in your eyes. He pulls his cock out trailing mucus and cum from your abused lips.

He tilts your head back. You gasp for air.

"That's a good girl," he says. "Remember that sweet cum the next time you're kissing Ernie."

"Fuck you," you manage with a cough. Mr. Crassle tucks away his spit-covered prick and walks out of the stall. You would kick him in his balls, but you're too busy trying not to vomit.

After a few minutes you regain your composure and wipe away your tears. With a sigh, you walk out of the stall and wash up your face. You take a moment to reapply your lipstick before you return to the table.

Mr. Crassle is already back at the table, tucking into his steak while his ditzy wife picks at a salad. You feel bad about what just happened, but you remember what Mr. Wood said about allowing boyfriends. All the same, you doubt he'd like to hear his worst enemy just used use as a cum receptacle, so you have trouble making eye contact with him when he welcomes you back to the table.

All the same, as you settle into your chair you pat him affectionately on the leg.