Methodically at first.

Releasing her hands and letting them drop her sides, Nick stepped forward until MJ was **** backward; head touching the tree. Her nostrils flared by now as she tried to breathe through her nose and failed, so thick was his cock in her throat, so deep.

She could see Nick assessing her before he smiled assuring her and mouthed ‘five, ten’ and withdrew his cock, leaving just the head wrapped in her wet, warm, sloppy embrace. Realizing Nick’s plan, MJ counted to five Mississippi before Nick thrust fully in and held. Ten Mississippi. Five Mississippi. Ten Mississippi. MJ lost count of how many times she had counted from one to five and one to ten as Nick methodically abused her throat. She had never felt such a sensation, he was like a machine as he bruised her tonsils.

Finally, MJ noticed a satisfied expression as Nick pulled out pulled her up a bit by her hair and slightly bent to again attack her tongue with his, his fingers reaching down to pinch and pull her huge milk makers.

With a slap to her left tit Nick pulled away and said, “I do love these utters, I can’t wait to watch them shake as I fuck you. Or maybe undulate beneath you as I ass fuck you.”

When Nick pulled back, he didn’t plunge into MJ’s waiting mouth, but took his leaky prick and methodically rubbed pre-cum on her entire face.

“Bitch do you like it, your new facial care?”

“Yes, Sir. I am a routine girl though.” MJ smirked up at Nick, wondering if he knew enough about girl’s facial routines to understand how brand loyal a girl could be to a good facial cream. And MJ thought ‘this was a good facial cream’.

Nick didn’t get MJ’s wit but he still instinctively understood she was suggesting this was something she wanted again and again. When he finished, he simply sent a single dick slap to her left cheek and a single command “Open, you red slut.”

Nick looked down at his artwork. He was the smuggest he had ever been as he could see bubbles of pre-cum coating the hottest super-model in the world’s face. Men paid tons to put this face on their billboards, and here she was on her knees letting him facefuck her as her reward for becoming his s, his sex ****. A single thought flit through his mind, which he put as something to think about as it fit his plan anyway, “how were MJ and Peter so poor?”

As Mary Jane Watson opened her mouth, Nick shoved his prick back in. His hands left her delightful tits as they grabbed her sweaty hair on both sides, fingers curling and gripping tightly on her once voluminous red locks.

With his prick pushing against the back of her mouth, he gave her the final order for this skull-fucking. “As this is a reward, masturbate yourself and cum with your mouth and throat being fucked.”

With that he reentered her throat and began to pound away. His pelvis banging into her beautiful petite nose. His smell ever lingering in her nostrils.

Up and down her head was thrust, Nick shamelessly fucking her face with his huge pussy pleaser.

"Fuck, Red!" Nick roared. “Your throat is the best, I can feel it stretching around my cock. You are such a slut. Such a good little whore. My little red whore. My red slut. You love being degraded, treated as a cum receptacle for a rude, lard ass. And you will continue to be my whore until I tire of you. Don’t make me tired of you bitch. Keep yourself beautiful, keep reinventing yourself. I own this throat. It fucks when I want, where I want, and who I want.” For emphasis, Nick took a single big rough mitt of his and caressed the outside of her throat as his cock moved and caressed the inside. At the same time, MJ finally decided to act and moved one of her dainty hands inside her shorts and began to rub her no longer tiny, but definitely hard nub, her other hand moved to her breast, intent on using the additional sensation to push her to orgasm.

"This is so good, never had a better slut, a better whore. You are a true cock-sucking red-headed whore. I bet you will dream of this tonight! Only question is will it be in my bed, Peter’s bed, or with someone else’s?" Nick slammed his fat body forward, literally pinning MJ’s between a rock and hard place. Peter’s wife, his slut bucked as she approached orgasm.

A mix of pre-cum, sweat and saliva leaked around Nick’s prick every time it pulled back. The hot mix drippled from her moist mouth down her chin covering her breasts and thighs. She could feel his mushroom shaped head pulsing larger and harder as the seconds passed. Each buck of his hips caused her mouth, lips and throat to stretch further. MJ’s eyes never left Nicks, except when his fat hairy belly blotted her sight out. He was like the moon blocking the sun.

The cock-sucking, verbal ****, nipple play and frantic masturbation MJ was doing was getting her closer to orgasm. She let her brain go to sleep, all rational thought long gone, as she felt her pussy twitching and throbbing. Her inner voice smiled, finally able to let go and release all care about her career, her family, her husband and only focus on the large tool in her mouth causing her grow ever-closer to orgasm.

Nick could tell from looking down his new bitch was practically in heat and close to cumming. He was holding off as best he could, he wanted her to start her orgasm while he savaged her married face opening. He adjusted his focus whenever he was to the hilt, looking down to how her body shook and shivered with pleasure. He wanted to know the second before she came.