Page 40 of Triplets for the Russian Boss

This isn’t the first time I’ve given a blowjob, but it is the first time I’ve done it for Kostin. His cock is enormous, stretching the sides of my mouth as I slip the head in. The best I can do is run my tongue on the underside of his cock, hoping to bring him to climax without struggling too much.

Kostin runs his hand across my neck, then up under my hair into my scalp. He grips my hair at the base, pushing my head further down onto his cock, causing me to gag.

I come up for air quickly, drool running out of my mouth onto the thigh. “I can’t take it that deep,” I gasp.

He smirks. “Why not?”

“You’re too big.”

“Try again,” he says, pressing my head back down over his thick cock.

I take him in my mouth again, opening it as wide as I can to accept his girth. I go down further this time, suppressing my gag reflex until he hits the back of my throat. Then, it’s back with a vengeance.

I jerk my head up again, gasping louder this time and spilling my saliva onto his thighs. Some of it drips down onto his balls, coating them and making them slippery against my breasts.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he growls. “I’m going to cum down your throat.”

Again, I go down, and this time I’m able to suppress my gag reflex for longer. He thrusts his cock up, fucking my mouth without any hesitation. It should be humiliating, but it turns me on to have him do this to me. I’m so wet that I can feel it rolling down the insides of my thighs as he uses my mouth.

I reach up, grabbing his balls as he thrust, holding them in my hand and feeling them jerk up as he gets closer to climax.

At this point, I’m making all kinds of ridiculous noises, gagging and gurgling as he pounds my mouth, but he doesn’t slow down for a second. He keeps going, until I can feel his cock swell with the promise of release.

Then, with a guttural moan, he climaxes in my mouth.

I don’t have to do anything to manage his load. He pumps it down my throat and I swallow it easily since he’s so deep. Thick strings of his lust fill my stomach, something I never thought I’d get from him again. I gulp it down like it’s the only liquid left on earth.

“Fuck,” Kostin exclaims, finally pushing me back and removing his cock from my mouth.

I sputter and cough, spit and cum flowing from my mouth and splashing against my breasts in a stringy ooze. In the dim light of the massage room, I can see the glisten of Kostin’s satisfied cock, still jerking as it comes down.

“We’re finished here,” Kostin says, suddenly standing up turning toward the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He walks away, leaving me on my knees, a mess in place of the woman who once had dignity and self-respect. I’ve let this man ruin me again, and as the adrenaline and horniness quickly wears off, I feel ashamed of what I did.

I look down at my knees, at the texture of the towel pressed into my skin. I taste the saltiness of Kostin’s cum in my mouth, and I feel the soreness of my jaw from how rough he was.

In the dim light of the room, I reach between my legs and do what I wouldn’t let Kostin do. I touch myself, rubbing myself until all the silly things I did disappear into pleasure. Alone, I climax and forget about the world.

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