He Fucks My Face

He dragged me from the middle of the store toward one of the shelves.

“Two rules,” he said, as he set my head against the thick vertical plank that divided one shelf from another. “No gagging, no biting.”

With that, he grabbed my skull with both hands and shoved his cock down my throat. I almost coughed, almost gagged, but my arousal was so strong that my whole body seemed to stretch, expand, to please him.

He bottomed out; my nose pressed into his pubes. What little air made it to my brain smelled of his sweat.

My pussy gushed onto the floor. With my free hand, I touched myself while he thrusted in and out, using me like a fucksleeve. The shelves behind me shook; books fell off them with a bang.

In just a few weeks, my bully had turned me into a brainless hole for his pleasure. My wet sucking sounds filled the empty store.

Whenever he pulled out of my mouth, he slapped me across the face, sending my glasses skittering across the floor.

“Slut.”

I wished it didn’t turn me on so much.

Except for my masturbating hand, my body went completely limp, a fuckdoll for him to ****. Each thrust seemed to push deeper into my throat, closer to the fire in my belly.

“Take it all the fucking way, bitch.”

He reached the bottom of my throat. I slobbered around the hilt of his cock, spit dribbling onto my shirt. My throat bulged, and the choker popped off. I felt him twitch.

He grunted, and thick strands of cum spurted down my throat, each load making my pussy throb with desire. Even jilling myself as fast as I could, I couldn’t break through that ceiling.

He pulled out, inch by inch. When his cock left my throat, I gasped for air. Cum landed on my tongue, salty and bitter, then on my face, forcing my eyes closed. I could practically hear it sizzle when it touched my skin.

Without thinking, I offered him my tongue again, wanting to taste as much of it as I could.

His cum plastered my face. He used his cock to spread it out, to make sure it covered me completely. I couldn’t see anything. I laid there in my post-facefuck delirium. Somewhere in front of me, he zipped his pants back up.

“You make for a pretty good slut, Parker.”

I wiped his jizz out of my eyes. He was already back by the register, grabbing the few things he’d brought. I got unsteadily to my feet. Drops of cum fell from my face. My pussy was burning up.

“Where are you going?” My voice was hoarse.

“I’m heading out,” he brushed past me.

“You–” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. “You didn’t finger me.”

He put a hand on the exit, “I didn’t say when.”

“You bastard!” I shouted. “We had a deal!”

He spun around, “I do what the fuck I want, Parker, and that’s use sluts like you as a cheap cumdump.”

My horniness from his **** combined with the pain of his betrayal to light my whole body on fire.

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh well,” he smirked and turned to leave.