The Life Of a Cocksucker

John's eyes blinked opened, somehow seeing double but, also seeing white.

"No... not white... it's more... pink... like flesh..."

He blinked again. He remembered hitting the back of his head when...when...

He choked.

John's eyes shot open. He was suddenly very aware of how he had hit his head on the wall-tile behind him. He tried to gasp for air, but all he did was make the strange man more enthused.

"Mmm that's it you filthy slut" - the Stranger looked down at John, a confused plaything, lips wrapped around a erect throbbing cock being slowly fed into his throat.

He tried to pull his head back but nothing happened. Nothing was physically stopping him - he was away from the wall. His body simply did not respond to what he tried to do. He tried to push the beast away from him, but found he simply placed his hands on the man's hips. Caressed them even. The Stranger in response grabbed the back of John's head and the swollen bellend of his dick pushed further down. His lengthy iron rod filled John's throat inch by monstrous inch, slowly but inevitably stretching him to his breathless limit, till he hit a little resistance and aggressively pulled John towards his crotch.

The Stranger let out a long low moan.

John frantically moved his lips around trying to find air as he struggled, impaled on a cock that felt a foot wide. His nose, squashed against the man's pubis, was forcibly fed the potent sent of musk and sweat from a wiry bush of pubic hair while he again tried to push away, only succeeding in sliding his hands round to erotically rub the Stranger's taught buttocks.

All the while the bombshell bobbed up and down on John's angry-red, diamond-hard cock. He felt more erect than he had ever been in his life. Impalpably horny. As his vision started to go he tried to focus as much as he could on his own cock. God the pleasure. He was so close.

The Stranger slowly pulled John's head back to the end of his cock. John breathed deeply through nose, eyes wide, taking in the turgid flesh that speared his mouth, glistening with his spit. His own cock tensed. God he wanted to cum. He was right there and her glorious lips and tongue and mouth wouldn't stop their rhythmic pleasure but he simply could not cum. 'Ahhh it's too much. Please let me cum! Please!'

The fleshy halo of the bathroom stall slowly dimmed bit by bit as the Stranger pulled John down his length again. It was effortless. John's throat invited the intruder in without a moments resistance - even the little pull from the first deepthroat wasn't needed. The Stranger held him at the base of his dick for a few seconds and then pulled his head up... and down... and up... and down, building a rhythm, fucking John as and how he wanted. Or rather, making John throatfuck his dick as he wanted.

John's arms fell to his side as he resigned himself to this near-orgasmic ****. A relentless babe on his cock and hung stud using him like a fleshlight. He felt his drool, dripping copiously from the Stranger's balls, soak through his t-shirt, creep down his stomach to mix with hers at the base of his agonisingly stiff cock, and slide little by little into his shaven ass-crack. The Stranger put his hands on the wall and to John's dismay his head stayed exactly where it was as the long, thick erection pumped his mouth and throat like a piston.

John zoned out. Unthinkingly moaning at the insane pleasure and denied release in his cock, being rhythmically muted as his throat was plugged over and over and over. A sex doll to used by this anybody.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!"

John was pulled tightly into the Stranger's groin, crushing his nose and abruptly slapping the man's balls on his chin. His throat was speared further than ever as the man's thick cock clenched thicker.

"AaaaaaAAAAaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhh"

Cum flooded John. He felt the warmth flow down behind his chest. He felt the fleshy invader twitch in him as it spewed ropes and ropes of strange semen directly into his stomach. He felt the Stranger keep him there, enjoying his pleasure. Shaking.

Eventually the Stranger's cock started to go limp and John felt it leave his throat, resting heavy on the back of his tongue. Only now did he taste the remnants of salty spunk that trickled from this alien cockhead and dripped into his throat. After a time, The Stranger stood tall, patted John a job well done on the side of his head, and took his now flacid dick out of the open mouth he had just casually violated - dragging it along the length of John's tongue leaving behind a snail-trail of filthy spunk. It strung from John's mouth as he stuffed his cock back in his boxers and left, zipping up as he turned out the stall.

John lay limp over the toilet seat. Mouth agape, eyes unfocused. Saturated in drool and precum.

A hot babe sucking him off.

She swallowed his entire length in an easy deepthroat. His voice raspy in an exhausted moan.

He came.