It’s been months since I’ve been on my knees doing what I love. There wasn’t much room for a sex life between school, two jobs and three dogs. I started chatting online last night with an older guy, 43, who really like the pictures I sent him. To give you an idea- I am 24 years old, 5’8”, about 140 pounds, real slim body and moderate hair covering my wasit down. He was a few inches taller, real hairy guy, bit of a belly, and a THICK cock. I told him I was submissive and he started telling me to take some pictures. Clothed, naked, bent over, etc. We talked for about an hour and he finally said he wanted to get to bed but would come pick me up in the morning and take me to his place for some abuse, but with one condition- I had to shave by morning.
So I did. Bright and early at 7am I was up and shaving. Starting at the trail from my belly button down I shaved back every piece of hair, then started working on my dick. I always get rock solid when shaving- not sure why, but it helped the process along and I was working on my ass in no time.
When I finished and it was time to get going, it started pouring. I had to walk a bit down the road (so no one at home saw me getting picked up), and when I got in the car he looked at me and said “you must be real hungry for dick slut, to be walking in all this rain.” I just smiled as he drove off, and we weren’t 50 feet down the road before he had his hand behind my head shoving my mouth in his crotch. Googlemaps said the drive was 30 minutes, but it felt longer, having my face in his dick the whole time and all.
As soon as he was fully hard he started pushing down on my head again, forcing my face into his stomach, mouth stretched around his thick dick. He pulled me up by the hair and shoved me down again, repeating for a while. Every now and then, when my head was up, he would tell me to beg for his cock before forcing it back in my throat. I gagged and choked each time, and each time he pulled me off a gush of spit spilled out of my mouth all over his dick, which eventually found its way to my face as he rubbed it all over me while I licked his balls.
The car stopped and he told me to get out. I got out of the car (we had pulled into a garage, door still open), and turned around to see someone walking by on the sidewalk looking at us. My face was drenched in spit and dick slime, and he was zippering and buckling his belt. I can only imagine what they were thinking!
We headed into the house and he had me sit on the couch while he disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later he came back with two cups- rum and probably a drop of cola. We drank quick and he pulled off his pants and sat back down.
“Well? Get down there” he said as he pulled me by the shoulders and knelt me in between his legs. “Yea, make it hard again” His hand took position in a clump of my hair again, bouncing my face up and down on his dick. It was so thick I could barely breathe through my nose- I could feel the head bang into the back of my throat, be ripped off, choke and gasp for air, then forced back down, all the while spit coninuted to go everywhere.
After about a half hour of getting my throat stretched and battered he started to get more aggressive. For a few minutes I had to say “I’m a bitch” before he would put it back in my mouth. His free hand started roaming around, eventually down to my ass. He spanked me a few times before pushing a finger in…
