Swallowing As Much As I Can

All of my focus was hellbent on swallowing as much of him as I could. One hand buried between my legs pounding into myself with an increasing speed and need, the other digging into the fat meat of his thigh as I **** myself on his thick cock and blot out everything else.

Everything else became almost numb, almost felt through a heavy blanket. I could feel myself and my body beneath it, the thrumming pounding of my heartbeat and the twisting gnaw of pleasure in my belly that was building and building and building, but the truth of who I was in that moment on the outside was more than lost, just numb reactions and nerve endings firing off long after the touch had already happened.

I reacted in the moment though. But those reactions were almost ****, just pure stimulus response. The natural inclinations of my body taking over as I struggled to catch up, struggled to make sense of why things were changing until I realized something.

The fat old cab driver was tired of playing games.

By the time I registered what was happening one of his hands was on the back of my head and the other was grasping at my body. Pleasuring himself with the warmth of my skin, the tight tautness of my breasts, while he dragged me down onto him and buried every last inch he could inside of me.

Soon enough even that wasn't enough and he slid back, angling his hips in just the right way to jam the last few inches into me and this time and in this angle and with his hand on the back of my head it was all difference. This time he didn't just reach my throat. This time he spread it open.

He filled me, **** me on him. He pulsed so deep inside of me that I was sure that he stretched out my throat and he held me down as his knees pulled up and he locked his legs up and around on top of my shoulders, trapping my head between his thighs while he grunted and began to do something right.

To put it simply, I got an object lesson in what it would be like to be fucked by this pigish brute of a man. But instead of him using anything between my legs he used my throat as his own personal fleshlight.

With the hand on the back of my head he dragged me down into him and with each tug he thrust up with his hips. He pounded up into me, fucking himself into my face as I accomodated and adjusted to this new reality.

The hand that had been digging into his thigh flailed out for some purchase and he grasped my wrist, dragging it behind me and pinning it behind my back a moment before I accidentally slammed it into the horn and drew all the attention toward us.

I was so grateful for that. Because I didn't want this to stop.

My other hand made that clear.

Moving at a frantic pace now. Pounding between my legs and touching me so fast and so furious that it all became a blur to me. The pleasure so stretched that it might as well have been pain because I couldn't discern between the two any longer as I gave in fully to being used.

As, instead of pulling back to give myself some mercy, I jammed another finger into my tight little cunt and made myself scream with delight on his cock.

A garbled cry, but one that was no less than potent. Strangled through my throat and pulsing from somewhere deep within me but still rushing forward as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I gave in, I gave in and I gave in and I gave in and I gave in.

And I let him take me. I let him call me names through gritted teeth.

I let him humiliate me, knowing that all it would do is make the moment so much better in the end.

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