Page 32 of Ship of Fools

He’s so gone, his face all red and twisted in a grimace of pleasure. He’s not going to last long like this.

So, I bite down. Just innocently staring at him as I do it, and he responds just as I hoped, by jerking my head back and tugging at my hair.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so hot.” He moans as I open my mouth. Close it. Laugh at his helpless attempts to stay in character when all he wants to do is laugh. Moan. Shove his cock down my throat.

“You can go deep. I have hardly any gag reflex, and anyway, if I do gag, it’s more of a turn on. Just shove it in there and I will smack your leg if it becomes too much.”

“Good…,” he mumbles.

“I’ll be good,” I reply.

“Don’t use your teeth,” he demands, as I open my mouth and stare at him.

His fingers grab my hair again, just the right side of too hard, forcing his cock into my mouth as I breathe through my nose and try to relax.

It’s never easy doing this, and I need to get into a rhythm. Relax and breathe. Let him fill me and then just go with the movement. But he’s big,probably the biggest I’ve had. I think, as he pushes a little bit further in.

“You can take it. Just relax.” He demands. “Open up and take it all. Be good for me, and open wide. A little more. Less than an inch. Just open up, baby.”

He pushes. I gag. Try to smile through the strain of him, at the term of endearment, instead of the stern words he should have used. Water pooling in my eyes as I retch and squirm. He doesn’t let go. Pushes against my face as his pubes are against my nose and he’s everywhere, his scent all around me, my throat spasming, and I claw at his legs.

He pulls back.

“More.” I croak.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Come in my mouth, just like that. Keep doing it. I’ll probably come from it too, if you let me touch myself.”

“You can touch yourself. Make yourself almost come.”

I clumsily try to stroke my straining dick as he sits back on my lap, his cock wet and glistening between us.

“I want you to almost be there,” he says softly. “Then I’ll fuck your throat until you come. Would that work for you?”

“Not gonna last long,” I pant out, as my hand fists my dick, moving up and down in steady movements.

He just sits there, slowly stroking his cock as he watches me. His eyes almost black as my hand speeds up.

“Slow down.” He demands. “I’m going to fuck your pretty face now, you ready for that?”

I moan. I mean, how can I not, as he gets back up on his knees, and demands that I open my mouth.

He slides in more easily this time, making me gag again, then gives me a few careful thrusts as I struggle against the size of him. Then he pulls out, and wipes my face clean with his thumb, and makes me lick his fingers clean. Soothes the palm of his hand over my face, coating me with my spit and snot, smearing it everywhere as he raises his hand and gives me a sharp wet slap across my cheek.

I try to roar, but my mouth gets filled to the brim and my body convulses as I gag and retch.

“You dirty filthy brat. Let this be a lesson. Do things properly, yeah?” He pulls back to let me breathe, then slaps my other cheek as the burn warms and my cock pulsates with need.

“Yes, Sir.” I reply, coughing softly, then swallowing trying to look fearful as he pushes his cock against my lips.“More.” I beg. “Just like that.”

“One more time. Almost there. Now open up for me.”

I open. He shoves in, in one forceful go making my body jerk with the intrusion. I breathe hard. Relax. Breathe again. Stare at him as his face is red with the effort of holding himself back.I wish he would just go for it. I can take it, and I bloody want it.

He grabs my hair and pulls out, then forces himself rightback in. Out. In again as I try to take him deeper. My hands around his legs, trying to get him fully down my throat as his groin presses against my face and my senses are once again overwhelmed with a crazy adrenaline kick of fear and arousal. I’m going to come. One more round of this and I will need resuscitation. Not from lack of oxygen, but death by orgasm, because I can feel it building, the slow rise of static, the twitches and jerks of my body, and the intense need as my hand goes back to give my dick exactly what it needs. Pressure. Strokes. Up and down. Little twists, as my mouth once again gets stretched and stuffed full of him.

“Gonna come now.” He rasps out, as he starts to truly fuck me. Both hands tugging at my hair, his cock ridiculously far down my throat, my whole body screaming with every emotion under the sun.

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