Annette Pulls Ahead

The contest had turned into something far more intense than a simple game. You were fucking Annette’s throat with everything you had — rough, careless, and relentless. You gripped her long platinum-blonde hair tightly and used her head like a toy, slamming your cock down her throat with long, brutal strokes that made her athletic body jerk violently every time you bottomed out.

Annette Schwarz wasn’t just taking it.

She was thriving on it.

This was the same woman who had built her entire reputation on being one of the nastiest, most extreme deepthroat performers in the industry. The girl who started her career on her 18th birthday with a 30-man bukkake. The one famous for being able to swallow cocks so deep she could take them all the way to the balls — and sometimes two at once. The “Iron Throat” who had made men’s knees buckle with just her mouth work and who won awards for scenes where she was brutally face-fucked for minutes on end.

Right now, that legendary throat was being demolished, and she was getting off harder than ever.

Her blue eyes had that wild, almost crazed look — glassy and unfocused with overwhelming pleasure, pupils blown wide. Her entire face, neck, and chest were flushed a deep, feverish red. Sweat ran down her toned body as she frantically fingered her soaked pussy, three fingers buried inside her as she worked herself toward yet another orgasm.

“Glrrrk—! Gluuuurk—! Hrrrk—!”

Every savage thrust forced thick, bubbly throatslime to explode out around your cock and pour down her chin in heavy ropes. Her throat bulged obscenely, stretching around your shaft in a way that showed just how trained and capable it was — yet even her legendary throat was being pushed to its limit by how roughly you were using it.

She was pulling ahead fast.

Annette had already cum four times, each orgasm more violent than the last. The pleasure was so intense that she was now having rolling, multiple orgasms back-to-back. Her body kept locking up and shaking as wave after wave crashed through her. In her haze of ecstasy, she stopped paying attention to breathing through her nose.

You felt your fourth load coming and doubled down, pounding her face even harder — exactly the kind of careless, brutal treatment she had always craved.

Annette’s fifth orgasm hit like a freight train.

Her body seized up completely. Her eyes rolled back hard as she came violently around her own fingers, pussy squirting messily onto the floor. At the exact same moment, you buried yourself to the hilt and started pumping another thick load straight down her throat.

The pressure was too much.

Cum rocketed back up and exploded out of her nose in powerful, messy spurts while your cock was still stretching her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Her body was still shaking in the middle of that massive, overwhelming orgasm when she finally had to yank her head off your cock with a loud, wet schlorp.

A huge torrent of cum and throatslime immediately gushed from her open mouth as she collapsed onto her side on the floor with a heavy thud. She kept twitching and convulsing from the aftershocks, cum continuing to bubble and pour from her mouth and nose as she lay there unconscious — completely wrecked, flushed bright red from head to toe, a satisfied, broken smile still faintly visible on her cum-covered face.

The legendary Annette Schwarz had finally been knocked out by having too many intense orgasms at once while being throat-fucked too roughly to breathe.

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David felt a genuine sense of accomplishment as he looked down at Annette’s unconscious body. In all his time in the Blowjob Universe he had never had this much trouble really wrecking a girl. Most of them folded within minutes. Annette had taken everything he threw at her—brutal, careless, relentless throat-fucking—and only gone down because her own orgasms had finally overwhelmed her.

He could almost fall in love with a woman like that.

David rolled her onto her back. Thick strands of cum and throatslime still dripped slowly from the corner of her mouth and one nostril, trailing down her flushed cheek and pooling on the trailer floor. Her long platinum-blonde hair was a mess, her athletic body still twitching faintly from the aftershocks. Her perky, tastefully enhanced tits rose and fell with shallow breaths.

He spread her long legs and positioned himself between them. Her pussy was soaked, swollen, and overworked from how frantically she had been fingering herself. David pushed the head of his cock against her entrance and slowly sank into her in one long, steady stroke.

She was tight, hot, and incredibly wet.

He started fucking her with slow, deep thrusts—almost gentle compared to what he had just done to her throat. Her heavy pornstar tits jiggled and flopped with every movement of his hips. David watched them bounce, then leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking on the nipple while he kept sliding in and out of her.

After almost a minute of this slow, deliberate fucking, Annette’s blue eyes fluttered open.

She blinked, disoriented, then focused on David’s face hovering above her. A look of surprise crossed her features for a second—she clearly expected him to have left her there—before it melted into a dazed, satisfied smile.

“Mmm… you’re still here…” she murmured in that thick German accent, voice still hoarse and broken from the throat-fucking. “I thought… you would leave after you knocked me out.”

David kept thrusting, slow and deep. Her tits continued to flop and sway with every stroke.

Annette let out a soft, throaty moan and wrapped her long legs loosely around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Feels so good…” she breathed, eyes half-lidded with residual pleasure. “You used my throat so roughly… and now you’re filling my pussy too…” She reached up with one shaky hand and cupped the back of his neck, pulling his face closer. “Don’t stop. Cum inside me. I vant to feel it…”

David fucked her a little harder, still keeping the pace measured. Her body responded eagerly—hips rolling up to meet his, tits bouncing more vigorously now. Soft, wet sounds filled the trailer as he slid in and out of her soaked cunt.

Annette’s eyes stayed locked on his, that same wild, lust-drunk look from earlier still lingering.

“You are ze first man in a long time who could really push me like zat,” she whispered, accent thick. “Most of zem give up before I do. But you… you just kept going. Kept wrecking me.” She gasped as he hit a particularly deep spot. “Fuck… yes… just like zat…”

David felt his orgasm building. He buried himself to the hilt and started pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Annette moaned loudly, her legs tightening around him as she felt the heat of it filling her.

He stayed buried inside her for several long seconds, grinding against her as the last pulses left him. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of his cum immediately followed, leaking from her well-fucked pussy and running down toward her ass.

Annette lay there beneath him, flushed, sweaty, and thoroughly used—cum still drying on her face from earlier, more of it now dripping from between her legs. She gave him a weak but genuinely pleased smile.

“Zat was… very good,” she said softly, voice still rough. “You can stay a while if you vant. Or leave me like zis. Either vay… I vill remember zis one.”

She reached up and lazily traced a finger through the mess of cum still on her chin, then brought it to her lips and tasted it, never breaking eye contact with David.