Metal in Honey

Chapter Seven

I circled round to the other side of the bed to face you. I flipped you over so that you could see me. You gazed up at me, silhouetted by the light above, a dripping cock inches from your face. Your cheeks were flushed and you were still panting when I told you:

"Open it."

Subserviently, you slowly parted your lips and you presented me with another wet hole for me to ruin. I moved closer and held it just away from your lips. I saw the hunger in your eyes. The warm wet tip of my cock rested on your tongue. I wanted to test you. To see if you were a clever little slut. You closed your lips around it but before you could even suck on it, you felt it slide deeper into your mouth and panicked as you felt it hit the back of your throat. Filling your mouth. I held it there, listening to you try and breath around the throbbing cock in your throat. I heard you mumble and gag as I slowly pulled it out of your throat and back to resting on your tongue. Drool dripping and stringing off my cock as you gasped for air. I saw you could take it all, anywhere I wanted to put it. Such a good girl.

I slid it back into your throat as you moaned around it until it blocked your breathing. I did it again. And again. Your mind emptied and focused on not gagging. The wet throbbing thing sliding in and out of your hole. I watched as with each thrust, your throat bulged, stretching you out. Your eyes were panicked and watery, with tears running down each cheek. I put one hand around your throat and fucked it. With my other hand, I lent over and moved your hand to your pussy and you knew exactly what to do. You started to moan onto my cock as it ravaged your throat. Fucked it like the hole it is.

I moved my hands to the back of your head and forced my cock deeper into you. Shocked, you tried to push back against my thighs but you were stuck, my cock down your throat and your head being brought further down onto it. The brutality of it, fucking you. Somehow with all the saliva and cum, it still fucked you raw. Your tight throat wrapped around it, aching and sore, filling and stretching you. Gasping for air around it and it hit the back of your throat over and over. Thoughts just melted away, whenever you started to cling onto one it would shatter as suddenly as it came. Difficult to focus on anything other than the member in your mouth. Thrusting quicker and quicker. Your throat on fire around my cock when it starts throbbing and beating.

You heard a groan and the thrusting slowed until it stopped. Suddenly, something warm and wet squirting, filling your mouth and down your throat. I pulled my cock from your hole and you laid panting, gasping and confused. You really did need this, to be ruined, that was made certain when I saw, or rather, didn't see you spit anything out. Just lying on the bed exhausted, head still hanging over the edge. Saliva, tears and the taste of a stranger running down your chin, staring up to see a mask and two eyes staring back at you.