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By *skin OP Man 3 weeks ago
Edinburgh |
"Get back on your knees boy" he sneered. As I awkwardly knelt in front of him, I again felt his hands on the back of my head as my nose was pressed against his pubes. This time, I took it better, only gagging a little as he face fucked me.
He was relentless. His thrusts grew faster and I could hear him muttering "fucking cunt" or "take it bitch" under his breath as he plunged into me. Eventually, the grip on my head tightened and his cock was thrust deep down my throat. He held me there as, with a loud grunt, he started to cum. The first spurt went down my throat, making me cough and gag. He withdrew slightly and my mouth was flooded with the taste of his cum. He pulled out further and coated my face and hair with semen.
I managed to stop coughing and I knelt looking up at him. I didn't know what to do next; if I should say something or if I was excused to go and wipe myself clean. I said nothing. He took his cock and wiped it up and down my face, smearing the sticky mess over my cheeks, around my eyes and under my nose.
"Well done boy", he said. All previous anger seemed to have left him. Although not friendly, the viciousness with which he had skull fucked me was no longer there. "You seem to have enjoyed it". I was astonished. He had roughly used my mouth and throat for his pleasure and I was now sore and covered in his ejaculate. I followed his gaze and couldn't believe what I saw. My cock was rock hard and dribbling precum.
"Dirty boy", he muttered. "Get on your hands and knees on my bed". I did as I was told, my bottom facing him. He reached between my legs and started rubbing my hard cock. It felt like he was milking me. It took very little time before I felt an orgasm coming and I told him so. He stopped wanking me and I could have cried with frustration. He walked into the bathroom and returned holding a small glass. He resumed his milking of my cock and when I came, he held the glass under my spurting dick, collecting my cum.
As I recovered, he held up the glass to the window. "Not bad" he said, "decent volume". Looking directly into my eyes, he said "drink it".
What a mix of emotions. I felt bullied and intimidated by this older, potent, man. I felt used and vulnerable as his seed dried in my hair and every breath I took either tasted or smelled of his cum. I must have been turned on to an extent as I had cum quite a lot and my orgasm had been very intense but now, having cum, the last thing I wanted to do was drink my own ejaculate.
"You will drink this or I will phone my landscaper and complain how his colleague was rifling through my drawer. I will then describe, in detail, how you sucked my penis in an attempt to apologise. How do you think that will look?"
I knew it would be his word against mine. He looked meaningfully to the bedside cabinet and there was a phone, camera app still on. Had he taken a picture as I was on my hands and knees? I had no idea, I hadn't heard the shutter sound but I had no way of being sure.
I knelt before him, closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I felt the glass rest against my lower lip then the still warm liquid contents ran into my mouth. I swallowed it as quickly as I could.
"Well done boy", he said. "Now fuck off".
I left as quickly as possible. I tried to get most of the cum off my face with an old towel in my car. Once home I had a very long shower, scrubbing face, hair and cock with as much shampoo and soap as I could. I brushed my teeth and gargled with mouthwash. Only then, did I start to feel better.
I slept poorly that night, my sleep interrupted by dreams of penises and ejaculate.
The next day I went to work as usual, my colleagues asking several times what was wrong with me. All I could think about was how I had been humbled and used for Jim's sadistic pleasure. I felt emasculated for not putting up much resistance and puzzled at my cock's response to it all.
I was packing up to go home when my cousin's phone rang. He answered, listened, and then I heard him say "OK, I'll let him know. I'm sure he'll pop round soon." My stomach dropped, I knew who had made that call. "That was Jim. He said you've left your jacket at his place" my cousin said. I thought back to what I was doing before he used me. I'd been washing down the patio, my jacket hanging on the fence post in his garden.
My first thought was to abandon the jacket, it was a small price to pay to never have to go back to that house. My second though was that I didn't have a lot of money to buy a new jacket that and I couldn't remember what was in the pockets.
As I drove the short distance to his house, I could feel my cock hardening..... |
