“Fuck!” he gasped, as the first jet of spunk filled my mouth, and he instantly plunged back into my throat. “Now, lube up that ass, but don’t you fucking stop.” He emphasized his command, by pushing the back of my head with his remaining hand. Really. Each time it hit my prostate, a tingling rush passed through my lower body. Why not go to the door, punch his fucking lights out and be free of his manipulations? But the feel of his hot hard-on in my mouth and the lube on my raging boner was too much. He would press and release then press a little harder each time. That got my head spinning again. I did as commanded, tasting his cum, as he pressed himself into the hilt. The warm, silky skin and slightly-salty taste, sent an electrifying jolt from my tongue to my cock, stiffening me almost instantly. The queasiness in my bowels reminded me of the awkwardness of ‘cleaning’ my ‘pussy’ for him. The musky scent and had my cock throbbing, as I breathed through my nose.
