Blowing in the Wind

Thank god! You’re still here!

I sink to my knees and start crawling up to the dark man. He’s cast his wife aside, she’s sitting with her back to the side wall, watching me inch up to him. Her eyes are without expression, not showing any disapproval for this strange girl her husband picked up, who is now coming for his dick.

His cock is getting even bigger when I come closer to him… a massive shaft of flesh towering above me, looking voracious and eager at the “lass” who is meekly coming to please it. The foreskin is slightly retracted, showing the pink acorn. I push my lips to it, and kiss it. There is a disgruntled sound from above; apparently that’s not what I’m supposed to do.

I’m supposed to swallow this behemoth, right?

There’s no reply… there never is. I try a compromise, bring out my tongue, and lick along the length of the rod. Another irked noise from his lips.

OK… swallowing it is. Just help me… stay here...

My lips open up and find the tip of the tightly strung beast. His voice shows inarticulate approval this time, as I let it slide inside. I’m gobbling up inch after inch as my lips are descending down the shaft. I’m barely a third of the way down when it already feels as if the colossal cock fills up my entire mouth. But it clearly isn’t enough; he puts his hand on the back of my head and encourages me to take it deeper by gently pushing. His acorn is at the back of my mouth, pushing into my throat now.

Did you really have to make him so… BIG?? I really can’t take this much!

He seems satisfied for now, his hand relaxes and doesn’t push my head deeper down on his cock. I keep the vacuum in my mouth, applying as much sucking power as I can to keep as much of the dick inside as I can. Still not even halfway. I have no idea what I’m doing, I have never sucked a cock before; yet somehow my jaws know what to do. I release the suction for a bit, and the dick slides out maybe half an inch; but before it can slip away any further, I pout my lips again and suck hard. It keenly glides back to reoccupy the vacated space, and a few millimeters more. I release the suction again, quicker this time, and reapply it; then again and again to become a rhythmic slide in and out of my mouth.

I have never done this before… how did you teach me? Your story isn’t becoming inconsistent now, is it?

The dick itself has been passive up till now, merely enjoying the attentions of my mouth; but now that changes abruptly. While holding my head steady with his hand, his loins suddenly activate to deliver a thrust of his cock, sending it even deeper down inside me with a shock, and generating an automatic gag reflex as nearly two thirds of his flesh pole suddenly rams down. I try to **** or cough or vomit or spit or whatever, but there is simply no room, my mouth completely filled up with his dick which only seems to harden at my discomfort, and his hand gripping my head and mercilessly driving the cock even deeper into my throat.

Is this supposed to be fun, or what? You think you can make a girl enjoy giving a blow job in this way, or something?

Then the reflex is gone just as suddenly as it started. The pressure is still there as his loins keep thrusting the cock deeper, but in a miraculous turnover, I welcome his wild fury driving into me. The disgust was overwhelming just a second ago; now I greedily gobble up all he can dish out to me. I feel completely feminine, absorbing and welcoming the wild male lust projected into me. I’m being used, surely, and that usage feels fulfilling in a way I have never experienced before. My body opens up for him and receives him, as if it was my natural destiny to do so. I feel how he starts shooting. The spunk fills up my throat, but there isn’t even any room to swallow it; a sticky mess just starts filling up my throat as his convulsions deliver more and more rich spurts of it deep inside me. I have to hold my breath, or I would drown.

When he retracts from my mouth and releases my head, I fall to the floor, coughing and panting and swallowing most of his load. He steps back, and looks down on me for a minute. I feel gratified and triumphant, even though I’m also exhausted, and a nagging voice from my pussy says she would have liked to get some attention as well. As if he has read my mind, he says:

“Sure. Later.”

Then he picks up my ragged and worn out body from the floor. In a proceeding that displays experience, he cuffs my wrists and ankles, and chains me to the wall in the same position his wife was in when we came here. A minute later I’m just hanging there, like an ornament. He then ties his wife in a different position: bent forward, face down over a table, her limbs to the legs, facing away from me. I have a full view of her ass, round and perky, and her slit looms below it. I can’t help but notice that it is glistening; she must be pretty wet.

He steps back to admire his own handiwork; then he says to neither of us in particular:

“I’ll be back.”

He takes his keys, and walks out of the room. I hear the metal rattling and know that he has locked it again; then steps disappear in the corridor.

He’ll be back… sure. But when?