Page 46 of Perverted Fantasies

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” he says, reaching down to smack my tits some more while I continue tonguing his asshole.

Johnny lifts his body off my face for a few seconds, allowing me to catch my breath. Looking down at me with an evil glint in his eyes, he says, “You like the taste of my ass, don’t you?”

“I fucking love it,” I say. “Give it to me again.”

Johnny smiles. “In a minute,” he says. “First I want you to suck my balls.”

“With pleasure,” I say, grabbing his sack and making a fist, forming a tight little pocket beneath my hand with his balls in the middle. I stick the newly formed pocket in my mouth, taking both his balls at once.

Johnny moans as I start to work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue flickering constantly to heighten the sensation. He goes to work on my tits some more, which means he’s enjoying things. Smacking me around is his way of trying to take the attention off of the pleasure he’s feeling. It’s his way of avoiding an orgasm.

But it’s only a temporary reprieve, which is why he stands up, popping his balls from my mouth. He spits on my face and uses his cock to rub it in, pressing it against my cheek, rubbing it over my nose and under my eyes, then smacking me with it a couple of times.

More debasement, which just means I’m doing a good job.

Johnny drops his asshole onto my mouth again and rides my face for a few seconds, but his heart isn’t really in it. It’s clear he’s ready to move onto something else.

Grabbing me by the hair, he stands up, lifting me up in the process. He hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist, and hoists me up. Then he spins me around and drops me on the couch, this time on my back but upside down. My legs are draped over the back of the couch and my head is hanging just off the cushion.

Facing me now, Johnny drops to his knees. His raging cock is resting on the underside of my chin. He smacks me with it a couple of times and then sticks it in my mouth.

My head is hanging down, the blood rushing to it, while Johnny fucks my face, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. He grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and proceeds to slam his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.

Saliva is pouring down my face, getting in my eyes and into my nose. It’s everywhere, coating my face, getting stuck in my hair, dripping onto the floor. All in all I’m a disgusting mess. But I’m loving every second of it. As evidenced by my soaking wet pussy.

Johnny pumps my mouth a few more times before giving it to me balls deep, stuffing his cock all the way down my throat and holding it there.

I’m able to take him for a good ten seconds without any problem before gagging. But instead of pulling his cock out Johnny just uses my vulnerability to force his cock even deeper into my throat. I gag again, a little harder this time, and follow it up with a heavy cough that expels some deep-spit from my mouth.

On a purely rational level, I know I have plenty of air in my lungs to survive for quite a bit longer, but my body doesn’t listen. It thrashes and bucks of it’s own accord. But Johnny knows just as well as I do that there’s no danger yet, so he doesn’t let up one bit, keeping his cock planted firmly in my throat as I continue trying to squirm away.

My legs start banging against the back of the couch and I do everything in my power to get away from him but it’s all in vain. I simply don’t have any leverage.

And still Johnny isn’t letting up on me at all. If anything he’s using my distress to try and force his cock even deeper inside my throat. My hands fly up and try to push him back but he’s too strong and no matter how much effort I put into it I can’t get him to budge one bit.

“Stop fighting it,” Johnny says. “Just relax. You’re fine.”

I know he’s right but I still can’t stop my body from thrashing.

“I’m not going to let you breathe until you can get control of yourself,” he says. “Stop fighting me and I’ll give you what you need.”

I try to get control over my body but it’s difficult. Not getting air makes it act on it’s own. I manage to quell most of my flailing, save for the occasional gag. But that’s probably due more to my body starting to shut down the non-essential parts more than me getting control over it.

My world has started to turn gray around the edges and I’m filled with a strange euphoria. I seem to float out of my body, up near the ceiling. I’m looking down on Johnny leaning into me, his cock still planted in my throat. I can hear his voice but it’s distant and tinny, like it’s coming from an old transistor radio.

“That’s better,” Johnny says. “Five more seconds and I’ll let you breathe.”

He starts to count down.

“Five,” he says, his voice barely audible.

Then, “four.”

But I don’t hear the rest.

The next thing I know the world explodes in color. I’m gasping for breath and coughing and squirming and trying to make sense of things. I’m pretty sure I passed out but I’m not positive. The only thing I know for sure is my pussy is open wide and soaking wet and I’m hyper sensitive throughout my entire body.

Johnny’s been here before; he knows exactly what to do. He doesn’t waste any time, spinning me around so I’m facing him. He pushes on the back of my thighs, lifting my ass up to give himself a better angle. I know exactly where he’s going and hook my arms under my legs, holding them in place.

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