Page 43 of Bad Call
The girth of his shaft was as wide as the fingers he had in my mouth, taking up all the space so that I could barely even swallow around his cock. Which made the drool come fast and plentiful.
“If you suck fast and hard, you can make that saliva frothy like foam.”
I did as he said, hoovering the shit out of his dick. Sure enough, the drool became thick like foam.
“You look like a rabid beast, foaming at the mouth over the taste of my cock.”
I sucked him harder, turned on by the image in my head of being nothing but a mindless animal crazed forhis cock. I didn’t have to feel ashamed or humiliated. I didn’t have to second-guess my actions or worry that I wasn’t good enough at it. I worked off pure instinct, just following his orders and giving in to the urges sweeping through my body.
His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling slightly until I could feel my scalp burn, and the tip of his cock banged against the roof of my mouth, bruising my palate. My throat felt sore, and I could feel it becoming inflamed, tightening around his cockhead. He shoved in balls deep, and I gagged, tears burning my eyes, snot dripping down my nose, mixing with my saliva.
He was making a fucking mess of me, just like he wanted, just likeIwanted. Everything faded away, and I became a vessel for his pleasure. My only purpose was to make him cum. Nothing mattered.Ididn’t matter. My pleasure didn’t matter. Except… pleasing him gave me pleasure. I was pretty sure my cock was leaking because I could feel the sticky wetness on my thigh. My balls felt heavy and hot with my load. I kept my hands planted on his cheeks, gripping his ass as he pistoned into my mouth, using me to get off.
If I touched my cock, I would come for sure, but I didn’t want that. I wanted him to give me permission. I saw that in a porno once and I couldn’t shake the thought. I wanted Casey to make me earn it. I wanted to come for him on command.
“You look so goddamn beautiful like this.” His voice sounded rough with lust. “It’s easy to forget I can’t fucking stand you.”
Fuck, the muscles in my stomach contracted, spasming wildly, and I had to clench every muscle in my thighs and ass to keep from coming,hands-free.Just the thought of degrading myself for a man who couldn’t stand me, who barely respected me, if at all, made me feel like the dirtiest whore, lower than the chewed gum stuck to his cleat.
And that made me hot all over.
“I’m going to flood your mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every drop.”
I was totally on board with that, but if he wanted me to stop long enough to answer him, he was out of luck.
A moment later, his warm, salty seed coated my tongue, and I swallowed it down as fast as he fed it to me.
Casey slid his cock out of my mouth and held it in front of my face. “Open your mouth.”
Did he want to check to make sure I swallowed it all? I held my mouth open for his inspection.
“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered. Running his fist down his shaft, he milked every last drop onto the tip of my tongue. It pooled in a bittersweet puddle that I was dying to swallow, but did not dare until he ordered me. “Swipe that all around your mouth and lips.” I swiped his cum over my lips, my mouth watering from the flavor. “Stick your tongue in my slit and see if there’s anything left.”
Fuck, he was nasty. I scooped out one more precious drop and held it on my tongue until he told me what to do next.
“Do you want to swallow that?” I nodded, wanting toswallow it more than anything. I wanted to suck my lips clean. “Did you like the taste of my cum?” Again, I nodded. “Go ahead, swallow it. That’s your reward.” I hoped I’d get to come as my reward, but he hadn’t mentioned it yet. The tip of my cock was actually throbbing. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I answered, my voice sounding broken and ragged from having my throat abused.
“Get up on my bed, on your back, and spread your legs.”
I had no idea what kinky shit he had planned next, but I was totally down with whatever. I scrambled onto his mattress and spread my thighs wide open.
“Plant your feet on the mattress and take your cock in hand. I want you to stroke it nice and slow. Don’t rush to the end. I want to enjoy it.”
Hewanted to enjoy it, not that he wantedmeto enjoy it. But I would. This was already the best sex of my life, and it appeared there wasn’t even going to be any fucking involved.
My hand was still soaked with saliva from blowing him, and it slid easily down my shaft. The veins were engorged with blood from being hard for so long. My skin felt hot. More than anything, I just wanted to fuck my fist, hard and fast, just like he told me not to do. The urge was nearly overwhelming.
Would he punish me if I disobeyed him?
Of course he would. I almost wanted to do it just to see what would happen.
Casey kneeled on the end of the bed, already strokinghis now mostly soft cock. “Hold your hand still and use your hips. Fuck your fist.”
Where did he come up with this shit?
He’d even found a way to make me feel humiliated while masturbating. Un-fucking-believable!