You’re not done yet

“I think he’s done Jackie. Let’s see if we can get Sartre out of there,” Bethany observes. The two physicians begin poking and pulling at your legs and cock, attempting to save their **** colleague. Bethany grabs your balls firmly from behind, attempting to pull you out of Sartre’s throat. Her palm digs into your gooch, waking you up.

“Not done… Not done yet…” You mutter, shaking your head. You roll over onto your back, dragging Sartre’s lifeless body on top of you. Her face is an absolute mess, coated in a thick mixture of vomit, makeup, and cum. Your cock has been lodged in her throat for almost 10 straight minutes with no breaks. You squeeze your thighs together tight and start throatfucking her again. The remainder of the splooge in her throat drips out of her nose and mouth. ****, Sartre no longer makes any gagging or gulping sounds, the silence in the room is only filled with the schlepping of you furiously fucking her face.

“Uhmmm… Should we… Stop him?” Jackie asks Bethany. Bethany puts her finger on her chin and thinks.

You place your hands on Sartre’s head and mumble under your breath “I gotta cum again. I gotta cum again.” You increase the ferocity of your face fucking, almost vibrating back and forth in Sartre’s throat. You unlock your knees from around her head and plant them on the examination table with a stomp, using your hands to hold her head in place. You wrap her matted, spit covered hair around your fingers and prop her head up, the tip of your cock resting on her tongue. Her lower jaw hangs slack underneath.

You smack Sartre a couple times to wake her up, but she hangs there limply. Frustrated, you **** her down on your cock a few times. Her head falls limp to the side when you let go. “Wake up you fucking whore,” you growl, smacking her cheek hard, but she doesn’t budge. Sartre is straddled over you in a 69 position, and when you open your eyes, an idea hatches in your head.

You dip your tongue in Sartre’s pussy, swirling it in circles around her clitoris. Sputtering, she awakens, hands bound behind her back and cock lodged in her throat. She struggles in an attempt to escape, but your heavy hands **** her back down. In a low voice, you growl at her.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, bitch. I’m gonna release your head. You’re gonna raise your head up, and take a couple deep breaths. My cock is not to leave your mouth. Understand?”

Straining, Sartre nods her head. You bounce her head on your dick a couple times before relaxing your grip. Not entirely unexpected, she shoots her head up in an attempt to escape, but you catch her about 4 inches before your cock leaves her mouth. Enraged, you wrap your legs around her head and squeeze. With a “guhmp,” she drops down to your pelvis.

“You fucking bitch,” you roar, humping her face violently. You repeatedly smack her titties as hard you can. Her body trembles, and she ceases her struggling.

“Ok you fucking whore, we’re gonna try this again. If you fuck this up again, I’m gonna bring out the riders crop and turn your pussy into hamburger meat.” You slowly let up your grip around her head, this time guiding her with the back of your leg. Sartre withdraws and instantly vomits a throatful of cum and puke onto your dick. Her chest heaves as she inhales oxygen for the first time in almost 20 minutes. She seals her mouth around your tip and blows her nose, shooting thick ropes of cum and spit down your shaft and onto your ballsack. Delighted, you squeeze your legs together and **** her head back down, pushing snot and cum back into her esophagus. Sartre attempts to cry out through your cock, coming out as a muted “GRRRRKKKKSSGHH.”

You hold Sartre down for a long time, long enough for to stop frantically tapping on her back. Her head drops limply to the side when you relax your legs. ‘This won’t do,’ you think to yourself. You’re in a particular type of mood, and you need her awake for the **** you’re about to put her through. You tickle her clitoris with your tongue and she snaps awake. You let up your grip halfway, giving Sartre just enough space to inhale through your cock. She snaps up and inhales deeply. Only this time, you squeeze your legs together halfway through her breath, cutting her off with a “HAAAAA-SQWMMPPH.” Bethany snaps her fingers and cries out “Eureka!”

“What-what-what?” Jackie bounces up and down.

“Earlier, when David had his orgasm. He climbed up on the table away from us, meaning no one was actually tonguing his ‘hole’ at the moment of orgasm. Thus, one of us will need to be present for his orgasm.’

“In English?” Jackie asks.

“One of us is going to have to be licking his asshole when he cums.” Bethany frowns.

They turn to you, grimacing at your crude face-hugger-type throat fucking. You squeeze your legs together and wrap your arms around her waist. Gripping her tightly, you gator roll her onto her back. After untangling your legs, you grab Sartre and pull her to the end of the table, dragging her by her enormous titties. Her head dangles off the edge; the next step takes great care on your part. You gently roll Sartre over, walking your dick along with her to ensure it doesn’t leave her throat. Her breasts lay flat in big puddles beneath her chest.

You smush your balls up against her face, pressing the skin flat against her chin. She darts her tongue at the base of your cock, attmpting to push through and lick your testicles. “Open,” you command. Sartre extends her jaws to almost cartoonish proportions, and you stuff your balls in her mouth. With little room left in her mouth, she crams her tongue into the space between your two nuts draping itself along the seam of your ballsack. She darts it back and forth, and you press down on her head hard.

Cock-and-balls deep in this whore, you grab a belt off of her table. You snap it together loudly and wrap it around her head, threading the buckle around your waist. You pull it tight, locking it into place and threading it through the loop. Sartre, unable to move and impaled by a 10 inch penis, strains her throat muscles to keep from gagging. Her lips are stretched tight around the base of your ballsack, squeezing your gooch.

“Amazing!” Bethany exclaims. “The creativity, this is all never before seen behavior!” You look over at the two nerds fangirling over your depravity. Excited to show off, you bounce Sartre’s head a couple times. Although her head is locked in place, you’re able to finagle your cock back and forth about a millimeter. You thrust your hips quickly, almost slingshotting Sartre’s head off of the belt. She licks at your testicles greedily, swirling her tongue around in her mouth.

You put your hands behind your head and thrust harder, stroking Sartre’s throat at an impressive speed. She gags, spitting your spit-covered balls out of her mouth. You reach down and stroke them, rubbing them up against Sartre’s chin. With no warning, you insert them into her mouth again. She chokes, her body attempting to reject the sweaty ballsack you’re attempting to stuff in her mouth, but you pull up on her chin, blocking their exit. The two of you fight for a minute before she spits them out again.

Irritated, you reach under Sartre’s neck and **** her. Unable to breathe and hitched to your cock, her head begins to tremble. You squeeze her windpipe tightly and jerk yourself through her throat. Sartre panics, deprived of oxygen, and thrashes her head back and forth. Her mouth starts to froth, and you take this opportunity to stuff your balls in her mouth again. Her cheeks puff out like a cute asphyxiated chipmunk’s. Bethany and Jackie approach you, prepared to put an end to this madness.