**(Same as before, be kind and give me constructive feedback and criticism)**
“Glurgh.. Glurgh…Glurgh…” The choking sound filled the four corners of my room. My knees were sore and so was my jaw, but Mr Meacham was relentless. Its been nearly three hours since he had his way with me. Three hours of intense humiliation and pleasure. As my milky body was covered in male batter, my eyeliner was making patterns over my face, as it shook back and forth, spittle and sperm mixing and creating a rather primal aroma. I was lost in ecstasy as my rather used and puffy vagina dripped cum from my folds. My bum was covered in red hand-prints as he had spanked me like a disobedient child during my initial struggle. I quickly learnt to embrace the dark void inside and let him claim me. He was a rather virile man, being in his sixties, though feeling his belly overflow onto my fleshy tummy was a new experience. And slightly amusing, though I never dared show it. He allowed me to go to the toilet twice to relieve myself, but he insisted I pleasure him while I did so. It was dirty yet oddly arousing. One thing I did appreciate though, was the foreplay. He took his time with me, ever since dragging me to room, pushing me onto my bed as I lost my balance and fell flat.
He removed his stained singlet, droplets of sweat ringing his body, a musky odour permeating the air. He then collapsed on me, the weight of a walrus flattening me to my soft bed, his arms pinning mine over my head. As his lips descended upon mine, thoughts of little timothy, and his gentle ways flashed through my mind, which was promptly erased by a thick and rough tongue, exploring my mouth. I looked up at him, my mind distracted by pleasure and revulsion, a heady concoction, his nose overpowering mine, the stench of stale cigarettes and the sheer weight of the man, and all I saw was a victorious predator. He pawed my body, like an object he saw in a garage sale, with no thought of being careful or gentle. I could sense he wanted to mark me, as he bit my bottom lip, hard enough to make me wince, which made me slightly moan. Then, he removed his face from mine, to trail little kisses and licks to my neck, where he bit me, in a show of dominance. “Your skin is too pale girly, you need some colour” He grunted as he marked my delicate flesh. “P-please, I don’t liv-ve alone. S-someone c-could s-see!” I whimpered as he moved his face to my breasts, his hands, unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it down with reckless abandon. He gave a non-committal grunt, but his right hand rose up and gave a slight smack in my face, enough to make my face turn from the force, a moan escaping my throat. “S-sorry” I squeaked. My face must have looked a sight, one cheek red, the other becoming red as my blood increased its speed, saliva escaping my lips as I unintentionally drool. Sex makes my body responds in all sorts of uncomfortable ways, one of which was increased saliva production. Probably to assist with the lubrication of the cock that I would be choking on that night. He used my breasts like play-dough, pulling, squeezing and tweaking. Meacham behaved like it was years since he had laid hand on the silken body of a women. Smooth and hairless skin brushing up to his body, as he finally removed my blouse and threw the offending object away.
He groaned like a pig, fully enjoying his buffet, as I felt his male hardness through his pants, his powerful rod pressing on me like a metal pipe. He must have either taken pills or remained physically active, his potbelly a result of careless eating. Regardless, I knew I was going to be used for a while, and my biggest worry was my child coming back. “Please Meacham, l-lock my d-doors at least. If Adrian c-comes b-back and h-hears me, y-you’ll have t-to s-stop” Meacham was never going to stop unless I told him his fun would be ruined. He pulled his face back and looked at me, fury in his face. “Don’t move slut” Then he spit on me, a yellowish foamy glob of saliva and mucous landed on my face. As I looked up at him in shock, he moved towards my door and removed his shorts, during this time, I thought of my husband who lived separately from me, his mechanical ways of having sex. Of timothy, the intern who was so eager to please me, helpful and caring. Then my latest lover, nay, my latest fuck, this giant brute of a man, who took me without asking, and intended to make me his little toy. I couldn’t decide which I preferred, as they all were good in their own ways. As I heard the door slam, the locks click, all thoughts of morality and decision making went out the window. He walked back towards me, a shit-eating grin on his face and used his hand to wipe the spittle on my face, all over. “You finally look the way you always should” He growled. I kept mute, panting with my mouth open, my breasts slicked with saliva and tiny bite marks, my brown areolas, slightly thickened from the stimulation and hard. Pointing at him. I must have looked good for him, for he pounced on me once more. His rock-hard cock, pointing straight up, with a slight curvature, the upper side in perfect proportion with his rounded belly. Ready for me. “Suck it like its best thing you ever hard” He crawled up my upper body and positioned his knees under my shoulders, my arms instinctively hugging his firm buttocks. Since his cock was erect, I came face to face with his scrotum. A rather large sack of skin containing two massively dangerous balls. Wrinkled like a shar pei puppy.
There was strong odour emanating from it. It smelt like a mixture of oil and sweat. It wafted up my nostrils and made my pussy moist. I took my first long lick, a technique I worked on with timothy. While it made timothy spasm, it merely made Meacham tighten his hold on me with his hips. His cock was far more massive then what I was used to. Reddish white, with veins slightly bulging under the skin. I placed my hands on it, its girth fully using up one palm. Its length allowed me to place my other hand on its bottom, my wrist reaching the top of his hairy ball sack. As I proceeded to stroke his cock with significant effort, I opened my mouth as large as I can, hoping to put at least one testes in my orifice. I failed spectacularly. His size alone overwhelmed me. All I could do was lick and suck any mound of flesh my eager mouth could reach. The taste of his ball sack was salty. That’s the best way I can put it. It was hot, salty and wet. I breathed deeply through my nose as I pleasured this beast that owned my body for the night. My hands synchronizing to pump my first big cock, my mouth practically inhaling a sack of prickly flesh, taking turns on his balls that seemed the size of ping pong balls. I idly wondered if he hadn’t released in a while, which contributed to its size. After what seemed like 10 minutes, Meacham lifted himself up and scooted down slightly. Dinner was served. He pulled his cock down with one hand and used the other to pull my head forward. I was highly intimidated, seeing a flesh covered rod pointing straight at my mouth. I instinctively opened my mouth and found it stretched in a way it never was. I was drooling heavily as I was mouthing his balls, so the saliva helped its passage down. I have never deep throated before, so today, I could consider myself deflowered, I guess? I reached halfway before Its tip tickled the back of my throat. My tongue wriggling in the underside of his cock.
“Swallow it whole you cock-hungry whore!” His voice raised an octave higher. I struggled, but I simply couldn’t go any further. So, I bobbed my head back and forth, hoping to stimulate his large organ via pressure alone, my hands cupping his halls and warming up the remaining length of his cock. I sucked cock like I never had before, its size and length making me feel sensations I have never felt before, culminating in the wetness within the apex of my groin. My mouth started producing more saliva in stimulation of my throat, some going down my esophagus, the excess spilling out my mouth, dripping down my chin, leaving sticky trails of foam and liquid. The sight must have excited him as he started to thrust in time with my mouth and his grip on my head tightened. A few more bobs and he let out a long drawn out groan as he gave a particularly large thrust and held it there. The first rope of cum sploozed out and hit the back of my throat. It felt like a rather large load. Thick, viscous, and tasted acrid. There was always a taste to cum. Timothy tasted sweeter while Meacham’s was salty and slightly sourish. But Meachams load was far more filling, as the first load was only a starter. His second load was the mother-load. A large amount of liquid hits the back of my throat, my mouth immediately leaking as it was simply too much. I started choking and gagging as I couldn’t handle both the cock and the cum filling my mouth, so I backed up and swallowed whatever I could while breathing deeply through my nose. The consistency felt like a thick smoothie, just gulping it down took some effort. My first load of the day and already I feel pushed to the limits. As his last spurt died down, he pulled out and rubbed his cock on my face, the saliva and cum clinging to his rod, just slathering it on my face, my mouth opened, cum dribbling down the sides of lips. I panted heavily and looked up at him with groggy eyes. “You know, its only good manners to swallow you elite cunt” He just looked at me like I was trash he normally takes out. “S-sorry!” I choked out, my throat still sore and covered in cum. The thickness and stickiness were a sensation that was at the forefront of my mind.
“C-can I p-please clean myself up?” I softly beg. “No, you’re not showering today. You’re staying like this tonight” Meacham’s rejection made me even more wet. “P-please at l-least let m-me p-p-pee” I needed to empty my bladder badly as I hydrate myself regularly. “Sure” He replies with a nasty smile. He then pulled my hair and brought me to the toilet in my room. I simply stumbled along, my upper body slick with sweat, sex and saliva while my skirt clung to my lower body like a mini cloak. “Here, take your skirt off. I have something special for you” He smirks at me. I waste no time and removed the last article of clothing I had. Since I don’t wear undergarments on alternate days, I laid fully bare to him. My body had stretch marks from my pregnancy that never faded, excess weight that I was trying to lose by exercising and age spots in random places. In short, I looked like every other middle-aged woman. I felt very exposed and vulnerable, like there was nothing hidden anymore. While Timothy made me feel sexy, Meacham made me feel like a whore. Confused pleasure and revulsion flowed through my senses. I plopped down on the seat and looked at him while his cock deflated somewhat, after his rather explosive release. He points it at my mouth and brushes my lips with it. I oblige and open up, accepting his hardness a second time. This time it was slightly easier as it wasn’t as hard as before. I started to relieve myself unabashedly. At this point, shame and dignity were out the window. As I sucked his cock for the second time, it hardened in my mouth slowly. This time, he took his time with me. Slowly thrusting and enjoying the feeling of a hot mouth enveloped around his rod. Simultaneously sucking cock and peeing was very cathartic for me. As the last few drops hit the side of the toilet bowl, I plopped my mouth from him, and looked at him “I’m done” I whispered expectedly at him. I had no idea when I had become receptive to his roughness, but I was ready for him
“Good” He snarled. His cock was rock hard from my gentle ministrations and wept angry translucent fluid from his slit. He pulled my arm roughly and turned me to face the wall. This was it. I felt exposed and raw. A feeling I never felt before. Not even with the other men I’ve slept with. And then i realized, i really wasn’t ready for him.
**(Another Cliffhanger! )**
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