Page 14 of Carnal Fantasies

“Say it again. I want to hear it again.”

“I want your cock inside of me,” I say, my voice radiating need. “Please give it to me. Please.”

“Soon,” he says. “But not yet.”

And with that, Chris grabs a handful of my hair and uses it do lead me across the room towards the couch.

Once we’re there, he hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist and picks me up. After spinning me around, he drops me onto the couch. I’m upside down and backwards, my back resting on the cushions with my still-bound arms between them, my head hanging off the front of the couch, where the legs usually go, and my legs draped over the back, where the head usually is.

Once I’m in position, Chris pulls his pants off and drops to his knees. His cock is stiff as a board and resting on the underside of my chin. He grabs ahold of his shaft and smacks me with his cock a couple of times and then slides it into my mouth.

Chris proceeds to fuck my face, going full-bore right from the get-go, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. After a little while, he grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and hammers his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.

With my head hanging upside-down, there’s nothing I can do to stop the saliva from pouring out of my mouth. It’s dripping down my face, getting into my eyes and nose, coating my features, turning me into a disgusting, drooling, coughing mess.

But Chris doesn’t slow down one bit, pumping my mouth a few more times before slamming his cock into me balls-deep, forcing me to deepthroat him.

“That’s right,” Chris says. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock in your throat.”

His cock is deep inside my throat for a full five seconds before I start to gag and try to pull away. But Chris is having none of it. Leaning forward, he forces his cock even deeper inside my throat, something I didn’t think was possible.

“You wanted it rough,” he says. “So now you’re getting it.”

I gag again, a little more deeply this time, and my legs start banging against the back of the couch. I’m doing everything I can to squirm away but I simply don’t have any leverage at all in my current position and don’t make any progress.

Chris holds his cock in my throat for at least another five seconds before finally pulling off. Smiling, he stares down at me as I cough and gasp, searching for air.

“Was that too much?” he asks, letting his tough-guy façade slip for a moment.

“Hell no,” I reply, matching his grin. “I’m loving every minute of this.”

Laughing, Chris shakes his head. “You’re out of control.”

“Just keep it coming,” I say. “I can take more.”

“If you insist,” Chris says.

After getting back into character, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls my legs up further, so my head is lying atop the couch instead of hanging down. Once I’m in position, he steps forward and puts his knees on the couch and squats down, straddling my head so his ass right above my face and his balls are hovering over my mouth.

“Suck on my balls,” says, dropping them down onto my mouth.

“With pleasure,” I say, taking the whole package into my mouth, sucking on both of his balls at once.

Chris moans as I work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue moving around to keep him on his toes.

This goes on for a full minute before Chris is ready to move on. He rises up a bit, popping his balls from my mouth, then spits on my face and uses his cock to rub in the saliva in before smacking me with it a couple of times.

Then, without any further warning, drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.

I immediately go to work on his asshole, licking it up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Chris says. After a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, he says, “Stick your tongue out. I want to ride your fucking tongue.”

I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it out of my mouth.

“There you go,” Chris says, rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Don’t fucking move.”

Chris grinds on my face for a little bit, his asshole getting wider and wider with every pass, until finally it’s wide enough to accept the tip of my tongue inside it.

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