Yes, Please

“Sure, I’ll take a crack at her,” Scott replied in answer to Joseph’s question. The older man pressed down on his floppy boonie and unbuckled and unzipped his baggy camouflaged pants. The blonde was sitting up straight, her full breasts heaving as she drew in and exhaled deep lungfuls of air, trying to catch her breath.

When Scott stepped up to her, naked from his waist to his ankles, she was still short of breath. But after her experiences with these two men so far today, she knew better than to complain. Scott grabbed the large knot at the nape of her neck with one hand gripped the top of her head with his other. Obediently, she opened her mouth to receive him when he pulled her forward.

Like the other man, the one she had heard referred to as Joseph, this one was not interested in merely her lips and tongue, he wanted her throat. The blonde made loud, gurgling noises as Scott thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. She tried to sit up, of course. Tried to lift her head so that she could draw in some much needed air. However, the older man's hold on her was too great and his hands too strong for her to pull away except when he allowed her to.

She could not even use her hands to try to push him away. Both arms were tied behind her, with multiple turns of rope around her wrists, lower arms, and biceps. The thick ropes around her upper arms were tied off with the end wrapped around her neck. She was totally ****, naked, and trussed up like a Christmas turkey.

“Puh… Puh… lease,” she panted during one of those brief moments her tormentor allowed her to come up for air.

“Breathe through you nose,” he told her, echoing his partner’s words.” When I pull back…”

He paused, with just the tip of his hard-cock in her mouth. “And when I thrust forward, exhale.”

Another muffled gagging noise filled the air of the camp as Scott plunged in again, balls deep, nuts to chin deep.

She tried, she sincerely tried to do as he directed. But at times he held her face pressed to his body, her nose squashed up against his gut as he savored the tightness of her throat. Despite all of this mistreatment, or perhaps because of it, the big-titted blonde did her best to give him a decent knobber. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he held her captive in that uncomfortable position. Her legs were widespread, and he **** her to lean so far forward, she was practically bent in half, her heavy breasts between her knees.

All through this ordeal, she had heard the man moan from time to time as he face-fucked her. But now his moans were becoming louder and more intense.

“Ohhh, fuck!” Scott groaned. “Get ready to take my load, bitch. Oh, yeah. Take it in your sweet, knob slobbing mouth, you fuckin’ cocksucker!”

The blonde was ready, more than ready, for the man to ejaculate in her facehole. The sooner he came, the sooner she could breathe again. And she did not really mind the obscenities he hurled at her. Lots of men did that when they were getting blown. Her ex-fiance did, and he wanted to marry her.

She felt the fingers gripping her head tighten, digging into her scalp. He held her head perfectly still and made short, quick jabs inside her mouth.

Scott was doing that deliberately. He was no longer trying to cram his cock down her throat, but instead wanted to come inside her mouth so that she would have to taste it. The blonde’s eyes bulged and her cheeks puffed out as he flooded her oral cavity with his thick, salty sperm. She was vaguely aware that he was grunting out for her to swallow it, but she was doing that, anyway. Otherwise, she feared she might drown.

When the last spurt of semen shot from his dick, he pushed his hips forward, burying his cock once more in her throat. He kept it there, straining to squeeze out one last droplet of nut-cream.

She felt the man’s cock beginning to soften and finally he stepped back, letting his limp dick slip from between her lips and releasing his grasp on her. Immediately, the blonde sat up straight, leaning back in the metal chair and gasping for air. She was as winded as if she had run in a marathon.