Search for the oral queen

John, a towering figure of wealth and masculine strength, strolled through the bustling city streets with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. His deep blue eyes, framed by a sharp jawline, scanned the horizon, seemingly searching for something beyond the steel and glass that surrounded him. His tailored suit, a masterpiece of fine Italian craftsmanship, hugged his muscular frame, hinting at the power that lay beneath. His thoughts, however, were not on the deals waiting to be made or the empire waiting to be expanded, but rather on a more primal, personal craving. He craved the warm embrace of a mouth around his most intimate part, a yearning that had become an obsession. His desire for deep, unbridled oral pleasure was insatiable, and no one he'd met so far had been able to match his appetite.

With a determined swipe of his thumb, he posted an ad online. The words flowed from his mind to the screen: "Seeking someone who can truly appreciate the size and stamina of a real man. Only those who can handle the challenge need apply." He knew it was explicit, but he had no time for half-hearted attempts. His cock was a beast, and it demanded a master. He needed someone who not only could handle his massive girth but would revel in the act of pleasuring him, pushing their limits until they were both breathless and satisfied. He hoped this time would be different.

The responses came in, among the time wasters and girls only wanting money, there was a message that caught his eye. It was from an Asian girl named Mika, whose profile picture was a sultry close-up of her lips, glossed and parted in a way that sent a jolt straight to John's cock. Her message was simple, yet intriguing: "I've heard whispers of your challenge. I dare to accept." He read on, her words a siren's song: she loved sucking dick, and she had never met a man who could truly satisfy her hunger for it.

Mika was a vision of submissive beauty, her delicate frame a canvas of soft curves and silky skin. Her eyes, a deep brown that shimmered with mischief, were framed by thick, dark lashes that cast shadows on her cheeks. Her lips were full and inviting, painted a shade of red that made John's mouth water at the thought of them wrapped around his shaft. Her long, black hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her bare shoulders, hinting at the fiery passion that lay within her.

John felt a stirring in his loins as he read about her love for sucking dick, the way she craved to feel a man's cock fill her mouth, and the sounds she adored making while she did it. Her dedication to the art of oral pleasure was palpable, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was the one who could finally give him the experience he sought. He replied with a simple, "Come over tonight," along with his address. The anticipation grew as he awaited her arrival.

The evening sun cast a warm glow on the city as Mika arrived at John's luxurious apartment. She was dressed in a tight, red dress that clung to her body like a second skin, her ample breasts threatening to spill over the low neckline. She walked in with a grace that seemed almost too good to be true, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she made her way to him. He offered her a seat, his heart racing with excitement as she sat down, crossing her legs and giving him a glimpse of the treasure between her thighs.

John leaned back in his chair, his cock already straining against the fabric of his pants. "Alright," he said with a smirk, "I'll give you fifteen minutes to show me what you can do. If you can handle me, then we'll talk about taking this further."

Mika's eyes gleamed with excitement as she leaned forward, her hands reaching for the zipper of his pants. She pulled out his monstrous cock with a gasp of awe. "Oh my god," she murmured, her delicate hands barely able to wrap around its thickness. She began with soft kisses along the shaft, her tongue darting out to taste the precum that already beaded at the tip. Her enthusiasm was clear as she whispered sweet nothings, telling him how big he was, how good he tasted, and how she'd been searching for a man like him.

Her mouth opened wide as she took the head between her lips, her eyes never leaving John's as she started to suck. She moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring every inch she could fit into her mouth. The sound of her saliva smacking against his shaft filled the air, and John felt his cock swell even more at the sight of her eagerly working to accommodate his size. He watched her cheeks hollow with each suck, her eyes watering slightly as she tried to deepthroat him, her throat muscles spasming around his thickness. Despite her best efforts, she gagged, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and challenge.

He was impressed by her determination, but he knew she had to push harder if she truly wanted to satisfy his hunger. "Keep going," he urged, his voice gruff with arousal. "You're doing great, but I need to know if you can handle all of me."

Mika nodded, her eyes shining with determination as she took a deep breath and tried again. Her teeth scraped lightly along his shaft as she took him deeper, her throat stretching to its limits. Despite her efforts, she couldn't manage to take all of him, leaving the last quarter of his dick out of her mouth. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and took a moment to catch her breath. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice a little shaky, "I've never had one this big before."

John leaned back, his cock still rock-hard despite her valiant effort. "Don't worry," he said, his voice a low purr. "We have time."

"Keep going," he instructed, his hands lightly resting on the armrests of his chair. Mika took his words to heart, her cheeks hollowing out as she tried to push her boundaries further. Her hands worshiped his shaft, her fingertips exploring every vein and ridge as she bobbed her head up and down.

The minutes ticked by, and the room grew thick with the scent of arousal. The only sounds were her muffled moans and the wet, sucking noises that filled the air.

John's cock was a beacon of pleasure in Mika's world, and she approached it with a reverence that only the truly devoted could understand. She licked and kissed every inch, her tongue tracing the contours of his shaft as if committing them to memory. Her hands joined her mouth in their worship, her fingers gliding over the velvety skin, exploring the heavy balls that hung below.

As the fifteen-minute mark approached, John felt his orgasm building. Yet, he knew she hadn't reached her full potential yet. He gently pulled her off him, her lips popping free with a wet sound. "That's enough," he said, his voice a mix of praise and authority. "You've done well, but we're not done yet."

Mika looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her chin glistening with a trail of spit and precum. She nodded eagerly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'll keep going," she panted, her voice hoarse from the effort.

John chuckled and shook his head. "It's my turn now"

He stood up, his towering frame casting a shadow over Mika, and grabbed the back of her head with both hands, guiding her back to his cock. With a firm yet gentle grip, he began to thrust his hips, pushing his cock into her mouth. Mika's eyes went wide at first, the suddenness of his actions taking her by surprise, but she quickly adjusted, allowing him to dictate the pace. Her hands remained on his thighs, her nails digging in slightly as he face-fucked her with a steady rhythm.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she let out a muffled moan that vibrated along the length of his shaft. John felt a thrill run through him, watching her take him so eagerly. He could feel her mouth tightening around him, the muscles contracting as she gagged, but she never resisted. Instead, she leaned into it, her body moving in sync with his thrusts. Her saliva dripped down her chin, forming a wet trail that John found utterly mesmerizing.

The intensity grew, and John felt his orgasm approaching like a freight train. He watched as Mika's body began to quiver, her breathing becoming ragged. He knew she was close to her own climax, and the thought of her coming from just sucking him was almost too much to bear. He thrust harder, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with ease as she took him deep.

Her eyes rolled back completely, and she let out a strangled cry as her own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her juices squirted out onto the floor.

John stopped abruptly, his cock slipping from her mouth with an obscene pop. She looked up at him, panting and pleading with her eyes. "Please," she whimpered, "I need more. I need all of it. Give me your cum"

He chuckled darkly, enjoying the power he had over her. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He leaned back in, his cock now glistening from her saliva and her juices. "Alright," he said, "but you're going to earn it."

Mika nodded frantically, her chest heaving. She took him back in her mouth with renewed vigor, her teeth scraping lightly against his shaft as she worked. The sounds that filled the room were obscene—his hips slapping against her face, the wet smack of her mouth on his cock, and her muffled whimpers of pleasure. Her eyes watered but she didn't care. She wanted to this, to feel the power of his climax.

John's thrusts grew faster, more erratic, as he approached his peak. He could feel his balls tightening, and he knew it was time to give her what she craved. With a roar of pleasure, he shot his load into her mouth. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but she swallowed it down greedily. He kept going, pumping his cock into her face, painting it with rope after rope of cum. She took it all, her cheeks bulging as she struggled to keep up with the sheer volume.

But even Mika had her limits. As the second spurt hit her, she realized she couldn't swallow fast enough. It overflowed, spilling out of her mouth and down her chin. Her eyes watered as she tried to keep up, but John's cum was like a fountain that wouldn't quit. He watched with a mix of awe and satisfaction as her face grew wetter and wetter, her makeup running down her cheeks in rivers of white.

Her eyes grew wide with a mix of shock and excitement as she realized she couldn't keep up. He was too much for her, and she loved it. The idea of being utterly consumed by his pleasure was intoxicating. She felt his cock pulse in her mouth, and she knew he was about to unleash the final torrent. With a grin that was equal parts mischievous and proud, she pulled back, letting his dick slip from her lips. Ropes of cum arced through the air and splattered across her face, completely covering it.

Mika sat back on her heels, her face a canvas of his release, a mess of sticky white. Her whole face coated, her mouth was open in a silent 'O' of shock and delight. She raised a trembling hand to her mouth, touching her sticky lips, feeling the warmth of his cum on her skin. She looked up at him with a sparkle in her eye, and for a moment, John felt like a god being worshipped by a devoted acolyte.

"Wow," she managed to murmur, her voice thick with the aftermath of his orgasm. "That was... incredible. Your cum is..." She didn't have the words. It was like nothing she'd ever tasted before—rich, salty, and overwhelming in the best possible way. She reached down and scooped a glob of it from her chin, bringing it to her mouth to savor the taste. "A-amazing," she finally said, licking her lips.

John chuckled, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his climax. "You think that's something?" he asked, his voice low and filled with a promise. "That was just the appetizer."

But even as she felt the thrill of his words, Mika knew her limits. Her jaw was already sore, and her mouth felt stretched to its limits. She looked up at him with a smile that was half-apology, half-challenge. "I'm not sure I can take much more," she admitted, her voice a bit shaky. "But I'm so impressed. You're..."

He knelt down in front of her, his hand cupping her cheek and gently wiping away a stray streak of cum with his thumb. "You're incredible," he murmured. "But I can tell you're done for now." He stood up, his cock still hard, glistening with their combined fluids. "Don't worry, we've got plenty of time to explore this further."

Mika nodded, her eyes shining with excitement despite the ache in her mouth. She had found a man who could truly challenge her, and she knew that this was just the beginning what he could do.

"Thank you," she said, standing up with a grace that belied her shaky legs. "I'll wear it with pride."

With that, she turned and walked out of the apartment, her high heels clacking against the marble floor. She didn't bother to fix her makeup, the cum a testament to the incredible experience she'd just shared with him. She felt a sense of power, a thrill that she hadn't felt in a long time. Her whole body was alive with sensation, and she couldn't wait to do it again.

The city lights reflected off her cum-covered face as she stepped into the elevator, the other occupants giving her curious glances. But she didn't care. This was a badge of honor, a symbol of her ability to push past boundaries and give pleasure beyond measure. She felt a sense of liberation, like she'd discovered a part of herself she didn't even know existed.

As the elevator descended, Mika couldn't help but touch her face, feeling the sticky warmth of John's cum on her skin. It was a strange, erotic sensation that sent shivers down her spine. She knew she'd be thinking about this moment for a long time to come, replaying it in her mind as she touched herself in the quiet of her own bedroom.

When the doors slid open, she stepped out into the lobby with her head held high, not bothering to hide the mess that was her face. The doorman's eyes widened slightly at the sight of her, but she walked past him with the confidence of a woman who knew she had just conquered a challenge. The cool evening air washed over her, the stark contrast to the warmth of John's cum making her shiver with pleasure. She didn't bother to wipe it off as she walked down the street, feeling the eyes of passersby on her.

Mika felt a strange sense of pride as she made her way home, her cheeks still sticky with John's seed. She knew that every drop was a testament to her skill, a declaration that she had pushed herself to the edge and come out the other side. The feeling of his hot cum on her skin was a constant reminder of the power she had held in her mouth, and she reveled in the knowledge that she had made him lose control.

As she approached her apartment, she could feel the anticipation building inside her. The taste of him was still on her tongue, a delicious reminder of their encounter. She couldn't wait to get home and relive every moment, her hand already sliding down to her wet pussy.

Once inside, she kicked off her heels and made her way to the bathroom, her legs still shaking slightly. She studied herself in the mirror, the sticky mess of cum a stark contrast to her usually impeccable makeup. But she didn't reach for a towel. Instead, she leaned closer, tracing the path of his orgasm across her face with her fingertips. It was a moment she wanted to savor, a memory to carry with her until the next time she could feel his cock filling her mouth.

Mika stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over her body as she let out a sigh of pure satisfaction. She closed her eyes, her hand moving between her legs as she thought of John's thick shaft pumping into her, his groans of pleasure echoing in her ears. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so powerful. And she knew, without a doubt, that she would be back for more.

John watched her leave, his own satisfaction mirroring hers. He closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, his cock still hard and demanding attention. He knew she had potential, but there was something in his gut telling him to explore further. His curiosity was piqued, and his appetite had only been whetted. He reached for his phone, his thumb scrolling through the messages. Among the usual banter and business emails was a message from a black girl named Alexis, her profile picture showcasing full, plump lips and a mischievous smile that promised an adventure of her own.

He opened the message, and his interest piqued when he read her words: "I see you're looking for someone who can handle your size. I've got what it takes. Let's see if we're a match." There was something in the way she wrote, a confidence that was unmistakable. He liked that. He liked a challenge.

John took a seat on his plush sofa, his hand idly stroking his cock as he pondered his next move. He had felt a connection with Mika, but alexis' message stirred something within him. He knew he needed to see what she had to offer. He replied, his voice in his mind coming out as a text: "Come over. Let's put your skills to the test." He hit send and leaned back, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Soon, the sound of a knock at his door broke the quiet of the apartment. He took a deep breath, his heart racing with excitement as he padded over to answer it. He pulled the door open to reveal a stunning vision: Alexis. She was tall, her voluptuous body a symphony of curves that seemed to defy gravity. Her skin was the rich, dark color of midnight, and her hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes were a piercing hazel that held a challenge John hadn't seen in a long time. And her lips...they were full, plump, and painted a sultry red that made his cock throb just looking at them.

"Welcome," John said, his voice a low purr as he stepped aside to let her in. She strutted in, her hips swaying with each step, her ass jiggling tantalizingly. She looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on the bulge in his pants. "Not bad," she said with a smirk.

John chuckled, his cock swelling at her words. "Is that so?" he said, his hand gesturing to the sofa. "Why don't you take a seat and tell me more about what you can do?"

Alexis settled into the sofa, her generous curves filling out the fabric. She crossed her legs, and John couldn't help but notice the way her skirt rode up, giving him a glimpse of the thigh-high stockings she wore. She leaned back, her ample breasts pressing against the fabric of her tight top. "I've always had a thing for sucking big dicks," she said, her voice a smoky whisper. "But I've never met one that could last until I was satisfied."

John smirked, his cock already starting to harden at the thought. "Is that right?" He stepped closer to her, his cock now fully erect and bobbing with excitement. "Let's see if I can change that for you."

The tension in the room grew thick as she leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his cock. Her full, plump lips parted in a smile that was all teeth, all challenge.

John watched as she took a deep breath, her chest rising, her tits threatening to spill out of her top. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation. "Fifteen minutes," he said, his voice filled with a dark promise. "Show me what you can do, then its my turn."

Alexis nodded, her gaze never wavering from his cock as she leaned closer. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip playfully before she wrapped her lips around it. John groaned, the sound echoing through the room as she took him in her mouth. Her eyes remained locked with his, a silent dare that sent a thrill of excitement through him. He watched as her cheeks hollowed out, her mouth sliding down his shaft with surprising ease.

Her hands moved to his balls, gently squeezing and massaging as she worked her mouth up and down his length. John's eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure almost too much to handle. He felt his cock swell even more, reaching its full potential in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

"Mmm," she murmured, her voice muffled by his dick. "So big." She took a moment to breathe, her hand pumping his shaft as she did. Then she leaned in again, her eyes shining with excitement.

John watched as she took a deep breath and opened her throat, trying to take him all in one go. She gagged at first, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. He reached down, placing his hand on the back of her head and gently pushing her down. Her throat convulsed around his cock as he pushed past her gag reflex, filling her mouth completely.

"Fuck," he groaned, the feeling of her throat muscles spasming around him was indescribable. He held her there for a few seconds, feeling her struggle, before pulling her back up. She gasped for air, her makeup running slightly from the effort.

"I thought I was in control," she panted, a hint of a laugh in her voice.

John chuckled darkly. "I got excited," he said, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. "But you're doing well. Keep going, I will let you work."

Alexis nodded, her eyes shining with determination. She took his cock back in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she plunged back down. This time she took him deeper, her throat opening wider to accommodate his massive size. She gagged again, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop.

John watched in amazement as she worked him, her skills clearly beyond what he had expected. Her mouth was a wet, tight vice that brought him closer and closer to the edge. He felt his balls tighten, the pressure building.

The sounds of their passion filled the room—her gagging, the wet smack of her lips against his shaft, the sloppy sounds of her tongue as it danced along the underside of his cock. He groaned, his hands moving to grip the back of her head. Her eyes never left his, a silent communication that was more intimate than any words could ever be.

Her cheeks were hollowed out as she took him deep, her saliva mixing with his precum to create a wet, sloppy mess that painted her face and neck. The sight was obscene, and it only made John harder. He could feel the beginnings of his orgasm, the familiar tingling in his balls that signaled his impending release.

But as the clock ticked down, John knew just the beginning. He pulled away, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Time's up," he said, his voice gruff with arousal.

Alexis looked up at him with a mix of disappointment and excitement. She had enjoyed pushing herself, feeling the stretch of his massive cock in her mouth, but she hadn't quite reached the end of her endurance. "Impressive, no man has lasted that long before" she managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from the effort.

John's smile grew wicked as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her sticky face. "It's my turn now." He reached down and grabbed her by the throat, his grip firm but not painful. He guided her back onto her knees, his cock pointing straight at her mouth like an arrow seeking its target. "Show me what you're made of," he said, his voice a low growl.

Without warning, he shoved his cock back into her mouth, pushing past her teeth and down her throat until he felt her gag reflex kick in. He held it there, watching her eyes grow wide with shock and arousal. She struggled against his grip, her hands coming up to clutch at his thighs as she fought to breathe. But he didn't relent. He enjoyed watching her face turn red, her eyes watering as she took his entire length without breaking eye contact.

Alexis nodded, her throat muscles working to adjust to the intrusion. He groaned in satisfaction as her eyes rolled back in her head, her nose buried in his hips. After a few moments of her struggling, he pulled out again, allowing her to gasp for air. "Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. He watched as she took in deep, ragged breaths, her chest heaving.

Without warning, he plunged back in, pushing her past her limits once more. This time, he didn't stop, his hips moving faster and harder as he fucked her throat mercilessly. Her eyes bulged and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she fought for air, her hands moving to her own throat to help him push deeper.

The sounds of her gagging filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that only seemed to drive John wilder. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his orgasm building like a storm in his loins.

Her eyes began to water uncontrollably, and John knew she was reaching her breaking point. He pulled out, a thick rope of saliva connecting his cock to her lips. "Take a breath," he ordered, his voice tight with his own need.

Mika gulped in a lungful of air, her eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement. She had never felt so used, so utterly consumed by another person's pleasure. And she loved it.

John waited a few beats, watching as she composed herself somewhat before plunging back in. This time, she was ready, her throat opening wider to accept his massive girth. She took him deep, her eyes never leaving his as she gave him what he wanted.

He groaned, the sound echoing in her ears as he picked up the pace. Her throat muscles spasmed around him, and he knew she was close to her own release.

With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she struggled to swallow his massive load. He held her there his cock pulsing in her throat as it pumped out his load.

Alexis felt the pressure build, his cum shooting down her throat in powerful bursts. It was too much, and she couldn't hold back any longer. Her own orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer, her pussy clenching and releasing in powerful waves as she squirted all over the floor. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth filled with his cum, spilling out of her mouth and down her chin.

John watched with a mix of awe and triumph as Alexis' body convulsed with pleasure. He held her there for a moment longer, her throat milking the his cock. Then, with a grunt, he pulled out, his cum still spurting onto her face. She gasped for air, her mouth a mess of saliva and cum.

The sight of her like this, completely overwhelmed by his cum, sent him over the edge. He stroked his still-hard cock, watching as ropes of cum shot out and painted her face. Her cheeks, her nose, her forehead—every inch was coated in his essence. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, and she looked absolutely beautiful.

John stepped back, his chest heaving from the exertion. His cock was still rock-hard, the need for release not fully sated. He looked down at alexis, her body trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to ripple through her.

Their gazes locked, and she gave him a knowing smile, her cum-covered lips curving into a seductive arc. "Is that all you've got?" she challenged, her voice a breathless whisper.

John chuckled darkly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh no," he said, "you've passed the first round. But now, it's time for the real test." He gestured to the TV, which was playing a mundane sitcom. "You're going to keep sucking me off, but there are rules."

Alexis wiped the cum from her chin with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving his. "Rules?" she panted, already eager for more.

"Simple," John replied, his voice a low rumble. "During the show, you're in control. You can suck me, stroke me, do whatever you want. But when the commercials come on, I take over." His grip on his cock tightened, the veins standing out as he grew even harder at the thought. "The goal is to last until the show ends. If I cum too many times and can't go on, you win. If you can keep going until the end, you've truly earned your place."

Her eyes lit up with excitement at the challenge. She knelt before him, her mouth watering at the sight of his massive cock. As the TV droned on, she took him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip before sliding down his length. John groaned, his hips jerking slightly as she found her rhythm.

The show played out, their moans and the slap of skin against skin blending with the laugh track. Alexis worked him with a focus that was almost scary, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep. John's eyes switched between the TV and her head bobbing on his dick. His mind racing with thoughts of her mouth, her throat, her hot, eager tongue.

But when the commercials began, he couldn't resist anymore. He grabbed her head, his hips bucking as he took over. He face-fucked her, his cock slamming into her throat over and over. Her eyes watered, but she didn't protest. If anything, her movements grew more frantic, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage as she tried to take him even deeper.

The commercials ended, and John let her go, her chest heaving. "Back to you," he said, his voice strained. Alexis took a moment to catch her breath, her makeup smeared from his cum and her own sweat. But she didn't miss a beat, diving back in with a fervor that made John's heart race.

Her mouth was a wet, warm haven around him, and he felt himself getting closer to the edge. But then, it happened—another orgasm ripped through her body. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending him spiraling closer to his own climax. He watched as her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head.

But as much as she enjoyed the power, she knew she couldn't keep going like this. Her mouth and throat were sore, the constant stretching and filling taking its toll.

When the commercials finally started, John took over, his strong hand guiding her head back and forth over his cock. She felt her jaw begin to ache, but she pushed through it, eager to meet the challenge. He was merciless, fucking her face with a ferocity that made her eyes water and her nose run. She could feel his orgasm approaching, the tension in his body like a coiled spring ready to snap.

But then, it was too much. The pain in her mouth was unbearable, and she pulled away, gasping for breath. Her body was trembling, and she couldn't help the tears that slid down her cheeks, mixing with the mess of saliva and cum that covered her. "I...I can't," she choked out, her voice hoarse from the ****.

John looked down at her, his own eyes glazed with lust. He nodded, understanding the limits of the human body all too well. "It's okay," he said, his voice softer now. "You did great." He stepped back, allowing her to collapse onto the floor, her knees giving out from beneath her.

For a moment, she just sat there, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. Then, she looked up at him, a newfound respect in her eyes. "I want you to cum again," she murmured, her hand reaching for his still-hard cock.

John offered her a gentle smile, his cock still bobbing in the air. "We can," he said, "But not like this. Your mouth and throat are done."

Alexis looked up at him, her chest heaving with anticipation. "What do you mean?"

John took a step closer to her, his hand tracing the curve of her waist. "I mean," he said, his voice a dark whisper, "That there are other ways to satisfy a man like me."

He stepped back, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her cum-covered face. "On your hands and knees," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding.

Alexis eagerly complied, her ass sticking up in the air. It was a sight to behold, her cheeks jiggling slightly with the anticipation of what was to come. He stepped behind her, his cock still hard and demanding. He reached down, spreading her cheeks wide before plunging his cock into her tight asshole. She gasped, her body jerking in surprise.

Her ass was like a tight, velvet fist, gripping him like a glove. He watched in fascination as it swallowed his length, her hole spread wide to accommodate him. The sight was so erotic, so intense that he could feel himself growing even harder.

With a final push, he was all the way in, his balls resting against her pussy. She let out a low moan, her body adjusting to the new sensation. He took a moment to appreciate the view before pulling out and slamming back in, his hips slapping against her ass.

The sound filled the room, a symphony of flesh and passion. She arched her back, pushing back into him, urging him deeper. His hand found her clit, his fingers flicking it as he fucked her ass with a fervor that left her gasping for air.

Her asshole stretched and contracted around him, a beautiful dance of pleasure and pain that had him on the edge. He could feel her pussy clenching, her body begging for release. He picked up the pace, his cock moving in and out of her in a blur of motion.

The room was filled with the smack of skin, her moans, and his grunts of pleasure. Her asshole was so tight, so perfect, that he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He felt his orgasm building, the pressure growing until it was all he could think about.

With a roar, he came, filling her asshole with his hot cum. She moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him pulse inside her.

Her body responded, her asshole clenching around his cum as she came, her pussy spilling out more of her juices. He watched as her orgasm claimed her, her body shaking and quivering with the **** of it.

Alexis felt the warmth of his cum fill her up, a sensation so deliciously depraved she could hardly believe it was real. Her ass was a canvas for his pleasure, and she reveled in it, pushing back into him to take every inch of his thick cock.

John pulled out, his cum dripping from her stretched asshole as he continued pumping cum on her beautiful ass and back. When he finally finished he couldn't help but admire the sight, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

Her cheeks were a glorious mess, sticky with cum and sweat, her skin flushed with arousal. Alexis collapsed onto the floor, her body a mess of pleasure and pain. But she was smiling, her eyes shining with a newfound hunger.

John looked down at her, his heart racing. He knew she was something special. "I think we're going to get along just fine," he murmured, his hand reaching down to stroke her cum-covered cheek.

Alexis looked up at him, her smile turning into a sultry grin. "I can't wait," she said, her voice still hoarse from his cock. "What else do you have planned for me?"

John chuckled darkly, his eyes filled with mischief. "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas," he said, his hand moving to stroke his still-hard cock. "But I think you are done for today."

Alexis leaned into him, her body still pulsing with pleasure. "I'm already looking forward to the next time" she murmured.

With a smug smile, John helped her to her feet, the sticky mess of their encounter leaving a trail on the floor. "Go ahead, leave it," he said, his own arousal not yet fully sated. "It'll be a reminder of the fun we had."

She nodded, a glint of excitement in her eyes. She pulled her skirt down, the fabric sticking to her wet crotch. She looked absolutely radiant, a picture of debauchery.

As she left, John couldn't help but watch the way her ass jiggled, the cum slowly dripping down her face and thighs. He knew she'd wear it with pride, a badge of honor from encountering his monstrous cock.

The apartment was silent once she was gone, the only evidence of their encounter the smell of sex in the air and the wet spots on the floor.

John took a deep breath, his heart still racing from the intense session. He looked down at his cock, still hard and covered in their combined juices. With a smirk, he decided to clean up before he crashed.

After a quick shower, John climbed into bed, his thoughts drifting to the feel of Alexis' mouth on him. He was still hard, but exhaustion began to claim him. His eyes grew heavy, and he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her eager throat and the way she had taken his cum.

Morning light streamed through the windows, and John's eyes snapped open. He stretched, feeling the ache in his body from the night's exertions. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he grabbed it, seeing a notification from the app where he had posted his ad. He swiped to open it, his heart racing with excitement.

It was a reply from Lana, a woman with a sultry voice and the promise of oral expertise. She had seen his post and was intrigued. Her message was simple: "I've been waiting for a challenge like you."

John felt a jolt of excitement as he read the message. He had found someone who seemed to truly understand his needs. He couldn't wait to see if she could live up to the hype.

He texted back, setting a time for later that day around noon. "Looking forward to it," she replied, her words sending a thrill down his spine.

The rest of the day was a blur, his mind consumed with thoughts of Lana and what she had in store for him. He went through the motions of his daily routine, his mind elsewhere, planning the evening's events.

As the sun was high in the sky, John's anticipation grew. He showered again, washing away the sweat and grime of the day. He trimmed his beard and styled his hair, looking at his reflection with a mix of excitement and nerves.

He knew what he was in for—another round of intense oral pleasure, another chance to push his limits. But something about Lana's message had set her apart from the others.

He texted her the address, watching as the message was delivered and read. The waiting game began, his cock growing harder with every passing minute.

When the doorbell finally rang, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He opened the door to find Lana standing there, her long black hair framing a face that was a mix of Asian elegance and freckled charm. Her eyes were dark and hungry, and John felt himself get even harder at the sight of her.

"You're even more beautiful than your pictures," he said, his voice thick with desire. She smirked, stepping closer to him.

"Thank you," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But I'm not here to talk about my looks." She looked down at his crotch, and John's cock twitched in response. "I'm here to see if you can handle what I have to offer."

Her confidence was intoxicating, and John felt his excitement reach new heights. He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. As she passed, he couldn't help but admire her curvy figure, the way her ass filled out her tight jeans.

They moved into the living room. He offered her a drink, which she accepted with a smile that promised more than just a good time.

As they talked, sipping their drinks, John felt the tension build between them. It was palpable, a living thing that grew stronger with every passing moment. He could see it in the way she licked her lips, the way she leaned in closer to him.

Finally, he set his drink aside. "Let's get started," he said, his voice low and gruff. "You've got fifteen minutes to show me what you can do."

Lana set her drink down, her eyes never leaving his. She knelt before him, her hands reaching for his belt. With practiced ease, she unbuckled it, her eyes never leaving his face. He watched as she pulled down his pants, his cock springing free.

John's breath caught in his throat as she took him in her mouth. Her skills were immediately apparent, her tongue swirling around his head with a dexterity that made his knees wobble. But as she took him deeper, he could tell she was struggling. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering.

He placed a hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her. "Take your time," he murmured, his voice filled with encouragement. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she took a deep breath and plunged down his shaft.

The sensation was heavenly, her mouth a warm, wet embrace that had him groaning. She bobbed her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper each time. But she was pushing herself, and he could feel her body tense with the effort.

"So big," she murmured around his cock, her voice muffled.

John's eyes rolled back in his head as she took him, her hands playing with his balls. She was good, really good. But she had yet to take him all the way down her throat, to truly conquer his monstrous size. He felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that he had found someone who was truly up for the challenge.

The timer on his phone began to count down, the soft ticking the only sound in the room. Lana's eyes remained focused on his, her determination clear as she worked him over.

As the minutes ticked by, she grew more confident, her gag reflex lessening. She took him deeper, her throat opening wider to accommodate his size. John watched in amazement, his cock swelling even more as she took him further than anyone ever had.

The timer went off, but John didn't stop her. He was too lost in the feeling, his eyes rolling back in his head as she took him to the brink of ecstasy.

When she finally pulled away, gasping for breath, John looked down at her with newfound respect. "You've got potential," he said, his voice tight with arousal.

Lana wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smug smile playing on her lips. "I told you I could handle it," she said, her eyes gleaming with challenge.

John nodded, his cock still hard and demanding. "It's my turn now," he murmured, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. He watched as she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. "I want to see how much you can really take."

With a wicked grin, he pushed his cock back into her mouth, guiding her head down until she was deep-throating him once more. He could feel the tension in her throat as she struggled to accommodate his size, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her hands around his thighs, her nails digging in slightly.

Her eyes watered, and she gagged, but she kept her gaze locked on him. He watched the play of emotions on her face—the pleasure and the pain, the challenge and the thrill. It was a heady mix that had him on the edge of his own climax.

Without warning, he pushed her down further, her nose pressing against his pelvis. He held her there, his cock lodged deep in her throat. Her eyes bulged, and she fought for air, her hands moving to her own throat to help her take him deeper.

John's smile grew as he watched her, the power exchange intoxicating. "You can do it," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "You're so close."

Alexis's eyes pleaded with him, but she didn't protest. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles straining to keep him in place.

John held her there, savoring the moment, until he could see the desperation in her eyes. Only then did he pull back, allowing her to gasp for breath. "Not bad," he said, his voice filled with pride.

But he wasn't done. He plunged back in, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked her throat. Her eyes watered even more, and she gagged, her throat spasming around his length. But she didn't pull away, her hands gripping his thighs tighter as she took him.

John felt the pressure building, his orgasm approaching like a freight train. He didn't hold back, pumping into her mouth with an intensity that left her gasping for breath.

Her moans grew louder, vibrating along his cock as her own release washed over her causing her to squirt making a small mess on the floor.

John watched, entranced, as her body convulsed with pleasure. He felt her throat tighten around him, her muscles spasming in time with her cries. The feeling was exquisite, pushing him closer to his own climax.

With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her mouth, his cum spurting down her throat. She took it, her eyes never leaving his as she swallowed, her throat working to accommodate his massive load.

The feeling of her throat contracting around his cock was almost too much to handle. She gagged, her eyes watering as cum overflowed from her mouth, spilling down her chin and onto her chest.

Her eyes widened in surprise and delight as he pulled out, his cock still shooting out cum. John aimed his shaft at her face, covering her from her forehead to her chin in ropes of thick, white cum. It was a sight that sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of satisfaction and hunger for more.

Alexis sat back, her mouth open in shock and pleasure. She reached up with her tongue, catching a droplet of cum as it slid down her cheek. She moaned, savoring the salty taste that was uniquely his. "Wow," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "That was...amazing, please tell me you can keep going because I want more."

John chuckled, his cock still twitching. "I'm not done yet," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to see just how much of you can handle."

Her heart raced at his words, her pussy growing wetter. She had never felt so used, so utterly consumed by a man's desire. But she loved it, the way he took her and filled her with his seed. It was a powerful feeling, one that made her feel alive.

He knelt before her, his cock still hard. "Here's the deal," John began, his eyes glinting with excitement. "During the show, you're in control. But when the commercials come on, I take over."

Alexis's eyes widened, her curiosity piqued. She nodded, eager to continue their game.

The TV blared to life, the opening theme of a sitcom playing through the speakers. She took him back into her mouth, her tongue dancing around his head as the laugh track played in the background. The show was a blur of noise and color, her focus solely on the man in front of her.

John's hand hovered over her head, a silent threat. She could feel his pulse quickening, his breath coming in short bursts.

The commercials began, and she pulled away, her mouth a mess of saliva and cum. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come.

John took over, his hand wrapping around her head and guiding her back onto his cock. She gagged as he pushed her down, her throat stretching around his thickness. The commercials played out, a cacophony of sound and color that only served to enhance the erotic scene before them.

Her eyes watered as she took him in, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The sounds of their wet, sloppy encounter filled the room—the smack of his hips against her face, the gurgles of his cock in her throat, and the soft moans that escaped her as she struggled to breathe.

Her saliva dripped down her chin, pooling onto her chest and mixing with the cum already there. His balls bobbed against her chin with every thrust, slapping against her skin with a rhythm that matched the bass of the TV.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, the sitcom's opening theme blared through the speakers. She pulled back, panting for air, her eyes searching his for a reprieve. He nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. She took the opportunity to swipe a hand across her face, clearing the drool and cum that clung to her skin.

The show began, and she took him in her mouth again, her pace leisurely as she enjoyed the control. His hand remained on the back of her head, but he didn't push her down, allowing her to set the rhythm.

Her kisses were gentle, almost reverent as she worked his shaft with her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the taste of him. Her eyes closed, she took her time, exploring every inch of his length with a tender thoroughness that made his breath catch in his chest.

Her hands roamed, cupping his balls gently before moving up to stroke the base of his cock. Her fingers danced along his shaft, tracing veins and squeezing just enough to add to the sensation. She kissed the tip of his penis, her lips soft and wet, leaving a trail of saliva that made him shiver.

Her love for his cock was almost tangible, a silent conversation that spoke of her hunger for his pleasure. She took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she sucked them, her cheeks hollowing.

The TV droned on, the laugh track echoing in the room as she switched her attention back to his cock. She took him deep, her throat stretching to accommodate his size. He watched her, his eyes dark with lust, as she worked him with a passion that was almost frightening in its intensity.

Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a wild mess as she took him in and out of her mouth, her teeth scraping lightly along the shaft. He felt his orgasm building, the pressure growing in his balls.

But the commercials came again, and she pulled away, a smug smile playing on her lips. He took over, his hands guiding her head back down to his cock. This time, there was no gentleness, no tender exploration.

His grip was firm, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth. She took him deep, her throat convulsing around his length as he held her there. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't fight him.

Her hands reached up to massage his balls, her nails lightly raking his sensitive skin as she tried to breathe through her nose. He groaned, the pleasure and pain mixing in a delicious cocktail that had him on the edge.

He was so close to releasing another massive load but the commercials ended. With a smirk, she took control, her mouth moving back to his cock with a newfound enthusiasm. She took him deep again, her throat working around his girth with a renewed vigor.

John watched, his hand moving to her hair as he felt himself nearing climax. Her eyes met his, a silent challenge that had him pumping into her mouth with even more ****.

The sitcom's laugh track played out, and she pulled back, her jaw popping with relief. She took a sip of water, her eyes never leaving his as she swallowed, her throat working to soothe the ache.

The TV show resumed, and she went back to work, her mouth sliding up and down his shaft with a gentle ease that belied the intensity of moments before. Her hands cupped his balls, her thumbs rolling them in gentle circles.

Her mouth was a wet, warm heaven, her teeth scraping just enough to keep him on edge. She took him deep, her throat relaxing around him as she swallowed. He could feel the beginnings of his climax, the tightening in his stomach that signaled his release was near.

But she had other plans. With a wicked smile, she pulled away, leaving him panting. "Not yet," she said, her voice a seductive whisper.

John's eyes snapped open, his body taut with need. "What do you mean?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.

"I want to see how long you can last," Lana said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "How long can I keep you on the edge?"

He stared at her, his cock throbbing and aching for release. He could feel the beginnings of his climax, a pressure building in his balls that demanded relief.

Lana took him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She kept her eyes on his, watching his every reaction as she worked him over. Her hands roamed his thighs, her nails lightly scratching his skin, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.

John's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerking with each pass of her mouth. It was agonizingly good, the feeling of being so close yet denied release. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever.

Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the commercials started again. She pulled away with a pop, her mouth a mess of cum and spit. "You made it" she said, her voice a sultry purr.

John didn't need any further encouragement. He plunged back in, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She took him, her eyes watering, her throat working to keep him deep.

Her hands flew to her own pussy, her fingers slipping inside as she moaned around his length. The sound was like a symphony to John's ears, a sweet melody that had him pumping into her mouth with reckless abandon.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—his grunts, her gags, and the slap of his hips against her face. He felt the orgasm build, the pressure in his balls growing until it was almost painful.

With one final, powerful thrust, he released, his cum spurting into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she climaxed in time with him. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

John pulled out, watching as she opened her mouth wide to took a deep, gasping breath but all he saw was her begging for his cum. Cum spilled from her mouth, down her chin, and onto her chest. But he was not done his dick contined to shoot out thick ropes of cum onto her face and chest adding to mess that was already there. After he finally finished she sat back, her hand still in her pants, riding the waves of pleasure.

They sat there for a moment, their breathing heavy, the only sound in the room the steady beat of the TV playing in the background.

Lana looked up at him, her makeup a smeared mess of colors from the running cum and drool. Her chin and chest were sticky with his semen, and she looked absolutely radiant. Despite the stickiness and the taste, she felt alive, her eyes shining with a hunger that was insatiable.

John's cock remained hard, a testament to his own desire for more. He stared down at her, his chest heaving, watching as she caught her breath. Her makeup was ruined, her lipstick smeared across her face, but she had never looked more beautiful to him.

Her eyes locked onto his, and she licked her lips, tasting him on her mouth. She reached up and swiped a finger through the cum on her cheek, bringing it to her mouth to suck clean. The gesture was so erotic, so raw and primal, that John felt himself get even harder.

He leaned back on the couch, his cock standing tall and proud. "You're a natural," he said, his voice hoarse with need.

Lana grinned, her teeth shining white against the mess that was her face. "I told you I could handle it," she said, her voice filled with a smug satisfaction.

John nodded, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "But we're not done yet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "We've got all night, and I want to see just how much you can really take."

Her eyes lit up at his words, her heart racing with excitement. Her jaw was sore and her throat had a dull aching but it only added to the situation. She knew she was going to be tested to her limits, and she was ready for it. "Bring it on," she said, her voice a challenge.

John wasted no time. He stripped her naked, taking in the sight of her perfect body with a greedy gaze. She watched him, her chest moving with excitement, her skin flushed with arousal. He picked her up, easily carrying her to the guest bed, and laid her down so her head hung over the edge.

With a smirk, he grabbed the vibrator from the nightstand, flicking it to life. The buzzing filled the room, and she could feel her pussy clench in anticipation. He spread her legs, positioning the vibrator against her clit. "Ready?" he asked, his voice dark and low.

Lana nodded and he plunged his cock back into her mouth. This time, there was no gentle build-up, no gentle exploration. He took her throat with a ferocity that had her eyes watering and her body trembling. He held the vibrator in place, the buzzing adding to the intensity of the sensation.

Her mouth was a warm, wet vice around his shaft as he pounded into her throat. He could feel her body respond to the vibrations, her pussy clenching and releasing in time with his thrusts. She moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and obscene.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt the first orgasm tear through her, her body arching off the bed. He didn't stop, his pace never faltering as he used her mouth like a pussy. The vibrator on her clit sent waves of pleasure through her, making her squirt all over the bed.

The smell of her arousal filled the room, mixing with the scent of their sweat. She could feel the wetness between her legs, soaking the sheets beneath her. Her throat was raw, her jaw aching, but she didn't care. The feeling of him using her, claiming her, was too intense to resist.

John's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm. She took him, her eyes watering, her throat spasming around his cock. Each time she thought she couldn't take any more, he would pull out, allowing her to gasp for air before pushing back in.

Her orgasms came one after the other, a never-ending crescendo of pleasure that had her writhing on the bed. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened as he approached his climax.

John leaned in, his eyes intense. "Swallow it all," he instructed, his voice a demand.

Lana nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. She took him deep, her throat opening as wide as she could manage. He exploded into her mouth, his cum filling her to the brim.

At first, she kept up, her throat working to swallow each spurt, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. But it was too much, too fast. She gagged, her eyes watering, as his cum overflowed, spilling out of her mouth and down her chin.

He pulled out, his cock still spurting cum. It painted her face, her nose, her cheeks. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she choked on his seed.

John watched her, his own orgasm crashing over him as she struggled to keep up. His hand moved to her throat, his grip gentle yet firm. "Swallow," he said, his voice a command.

With a final effort, she did, her throat working to take all of him inside her. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, and she couldn't help but moan around the mouthful of cum.

He reached down, taking the vibrator from her trembling body. She was surprised to find that her arousal had not waned, her body still eager for more despite the intense oral challenge she'd just endured.

The buzzing stopped, and she took a deep breath, feeling the stickiness on her skin. Her jaw ached, her throat raw, but she was alive with desire.

John leaned in, his cock still hard, a testament to his own insatiable appetite. A smug smile on his face. "You're a natural," he said, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

Lana couldn't help but feel a thrill at his words. Her face was a sticky mess of cum and spit, her makeup smeared beyond recognition. She felt so alive, so used, so...right. Her eyes never leaving his, she nodded. "Thank you," she managed to say.

He stroked her hair gently, his eyes full of admiration. "I've got to admit, I didn't think anyone could take me like that," he said, his voice low and gruff with arousal. "But you're something else."

Lana's heart swelled with pride. She had never felt so desired, so powerful. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a gesture that only made her look more like a cum-soaked mess. "I want more," she said, her voice a needy whine.

John chuckled, standing up from the bed. "Patience," he said, holding out a hand to help her up. "We've got all night. I'm sure you can go again right now but I'm not sure if you could last long. Let's take a break, get something to eat, let you rest a bit, that way when we do continue you can go alot longer."

In the kitchen, John opened the fridge and pulled out a plate of sandwiches. He looked over at Lana, who was standing in the doorway, her body still trembling from the aftermath of their encounter. "You sure you don't want anything?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lana nodded, her hand absentmindedly playing with her cum-soaked hair. "I'm...I'm good," she said, her voice still thick with desire. "I'm actually very full from all your cum right now.... it is crazy that you make so much... its like its ever ending."

John's smile grew wider at her words. He took a bite of his sandwich, watching as she leaned against the wall, her legs still shaking slightly. Her breasts heaved with each breath she took, her nipples hard from the cold air in the room.

Lana took a sip of the hot tea he had prepared for her. The heat soothed her raw throat, easing the ache and allowing her to swallow without pain. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth that spread through her body.

John finished his meal and watched her finish her tea. His hunger for her never waning "Ready for the next round?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Her eyes snapped open, and she nodded, her face a mask of determination. "Yes," she said, her voice a firm declaration.

John turned on the TV, the sound of a football game filling the room. He sat back down on the couch, his cock already growing hard again. He gestured to the floor in front of him, a silent command for her to begin.

Lana knelt before him, her eyes gleaming with determination. John's cock was already hardening at the sight of her, ready for another round. He said, "Let's test your stamina, lets test the limits of your endurance."

Her smile grew more mischievous, and she took his length into her mouth with a confidence that made him groan. She bobbed her head, her eyes focused on the TV screen, watching the players run back and forth while she worked her magic on his cock.

John leaned back, his eyes glued to the game as he felt Lana's mouth move over him. He could feel her tongue swirling around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.

After around 20 minutes he was getting close to the edge again. "I'm going to cum again," he warned, his voice tight with need. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "You think so?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "You have already came three times. How many more do you have stored up for me? Your dick will quit before I do," she said, her voice full of confidence.

Her hands moved to his balls, her fingers playing with the sensitive skin. John's eyes rolled back in his head as she took him deep, her throat relaxing around his size. She was relentless, her mouth a wet, warm haven that consumed him completely.

He watched the game, his eyes glazing over with lust as she worked him. Each touch, each suck was a symphony of pleasure that had him groaning in time with the game's commentary. His balls tightening with the promise of release.

But Lana expertly keep him right on the edge but never going over. He felt his orgasm approaching, the pressure in his balls growing until it was almost painful.

After he could stand it no longer he held her head and thrusted his hips a few time. He came hard, his cum filling her mouth. But she didn't stop, her throat working to swallow each spurt. He tried to pull out but she held him tight. He watched in amazement as she took him, her eyes never leaving his, her mouth a picture of absolute dedication to his pleasure.

He watched the cum she was unable to swallow escaped her mouth. She cupped her hands and caught the thick, creamy liquid making a pool of it in her hands.

John's body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his latest orgasm, his cock twitching slightly from the sensitivity. But Lana was relentless, her eyes sparkling with a fiery determination. "That was four," she murmured, her voice hoarse but filled with a seductive challenge. "But I know you have more for me."

Her hands moved swiftly as she poured the pool of liquid from her hands over his dick before leaning in and taking his sensitive tip between her lips again. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him groaning.

John's eyes snapped open, his hips jerking upward as she took him deep once more. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with a ferocity that left him breathless. Her movements were fast and erratic.

He bucked as she worked his sensitive dick like it owed her money. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him groaning. He looked at her, she looked back with a gim in her eyes. She was enjoying the power she had over him in the moment.

Finally, when the sensation was back to normal he stood up, his cock bobbing before her. "My turn," he said, a smug smile on his face. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.

With one swift movement, he shoved his cock back down her throat, her eyes bulging with the sudden intrusion. She gagged, her throat tightening around him, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she took it, her body adjusting to the new angle.

John's hand remained firm on her head, guiding her movements, pushing her down until she couldn't take any more before pulling her back up to give her a brief gasp of air. Her gags were music to his ears, the wet, **** sounds a symphony of pleasure.

Her eyes watered more, and she began to drool, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. He watched with rapt attention as she struggled to breathe, her chest heaving. But she took it, her moans muffled around him.

Her hands flew to his thighs, her nails digging in, her body squirming with the effort of keeping him deep in her mouth. She gagged and coughed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate his size.

With each thrust into her mouth, he felt her throat tighten around him, her tongue sliding along his shaft. Her nose was buried in his hips and he could feel her breath on his balls.

His hand tightened in her hair, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, sloppy sound.

Her eyes watered even more, and she drooled copiously, her chin and chest coated in a sticky mess. Yet, she never once complained, never once begged for mercy. She took it all, her dedication to his pleasure unwavering.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, her gags, and the occasional moan that she managed to let escape around his cock. It was a symphony of carnality that had John's blood pumping, his heart racing.

He watched her face, her beautiful, cum-soaked face, and felt a thrill of power. He had never felt so alive, so in control. He knew she was close to her breaking point, but she didn't give up.

Her eyes grew wide, and she began to shake, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. But he didn't care. He needed this, needed to push her to the brink and watch her come apart around him.

With one final, brutal thrust, he held her down, his cock buried deep in her throat. He felt her body spasm, heard the muffled scream, and watched as her eyes rolled back in her head.

The orgasm ripped through her, a tornado of pleasure that left her gasping and shaking around his length. Her nails dug into his thighs, her body writhing in ecstasy, this was the most intense orgasm of her life .

Yet, even as she came, she could feel the panic rising. Her throat burned, her lungs screamed for air. She tried to pull back, to break the suffocating grip of his cock, but John held her firmly in place. His eyes were dark with desire, watching her struggle with a mix of excitement and concern.

Her throat convulsed around his shaft. He didn't stop, his hips rocking in short, rapid strokes that didn't allow her to breathe. She was trapped, her eyes wide with terror and arousal.

The moment of climax was upon him, and he released with a roar that echoed through the house. His cum shot into her, a never-ending fountain that filled her mouth and throat. She couldn't keep up, couldn't swallow fast enough, and it began to spill out, but he held firm deep in her throat.

Her eyes bulged as she tried to keep up, her throat stretched to the limits of human endurance. She could feel his cock pulsing with each spurt, the pressure building until she thought she might burst.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity he quit pumping out cum and he pulled out. She gasped for air, her chest heaving as she coughed and sputtered, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes watered uncontrollably, the taste of his cum thick on her tongue.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless. His cum had painted her features, leaving her looking like a sexual goddess.

Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, for a sign that she had truly satisfied him. John's smile was all the answer she needed. He reached down, his hand cupping her face. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Lana felt a rush of pride. Despite the pain, despite the fear, she had pushed through, given him what he wanted, taken everything he had to give. Her jaw was sore, her throat raw, her belly fill of cum but she felt alive in a way she never had before.

He helped her to her feet, his hands gentle as he led her to the bathroom. The shower was already running, the steam filling the room. "Let's clean up," he said, his voice soothing.

They stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over their bodies, washing away the evidence of their passion. He took his time, his soapy hands moving over her body, caressing every curve and crevice, cleaning her gently.

As the water washed away the cum, the reality of what they had done hit her. She had never been so used, so filled, so consumed by a man. But instead of feeling degraded, she felt cherished, like a treasure that had been discovered.

They toweled off, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their intense session. John led her to the bedroom, his hand in hers, a gentle guide through the fog of desire that clouded her mind.

They slipped into bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to their heated skin. Lana curled into his side, her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She felt safe, like she had found home in the most unexpected of places.

John's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his hand idly playing with the wet strands of her hair. They lay there for a while, the sound of their breathing the only noise in the room.

But as Lana dozed off, John remained wide awake, his mind racing with thoughts of the incredible woman. He couldn't believe his luck, finding someone who truly enjoyed what he had to offer.

And as the sun began to peek through the blinds, he felt a warmth against his cock. Opening his eyes, he saw Lana, her head between his legs, her mouth wrapped around his shaft. She was sucking him gently, her eyes closed in concentration.

Her movements were slow and deliberate, each suck and lick designed to coax him back to full hardness. He watched her in amazement, her dedication to his pleasure unmatched by anyone he had ever been with.

As she worked him back to life, her eyes remained closed, her breathing steady. It was as if she was in a trance, her sole focus on bringing him to the brink once more.

John's hand found its way to her hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he watched her in awe. He had never felt so wanted, so desired, so utterly consumed by another's need.

Her eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze, and she smiled. It was a knowing smile, one that said she knew exactly what she was doing and loved every second of it. He leaned back, his eyes drifting shut, lost in the feeling of her mouth on him.

This was what he had been waiting for, the moment where she took control without prompting. She was a natural, a blowjob goddess that had come to satisfy his every need.