"Do you like the way that feels Mark?"

 

He answers my question by reaching down and cupping his hand behind my head, then slowly pulls my head toward him. He is standing still and I open my mouth to accept more of his erection. His shaft inches toward the back of my throat, tickles the back, then moves along the roof of my mouth and down my throat as he continues to pull me onto him. My mouth is shoved against his groin and I have to turn slightly to breathe through my nose. I grind my face deeper into him and I can feel his cock inch further down my throat.

 

He moves his hand from the back of my head and grabs my pony tail at the base. He slowly pulls my head back so that his cock slides back up against the bend in my throat, then just before he leaves my mouth he stops, waits for a three-count, then guides me down again to swallow his rod. He slides me in and all the way down, up and almost out, again and again and again. He likes to be in charge. He is forcing me to throat fuck him and I love it.

 

Finally I gag.

 

He is still holding onto my pony tail, and when he hears me start to choke he pulls me by the hair so that my head is all the way back and my throat reluctantly releases his cock. I choke and I gasp for air, and there is saliva coming out of my nose and dribbling from my mouth and dripping down my chin. I look up at him, look him in the eye, so that he can see what he has done to me. And what I have done to him. His dick is slick with my spit and the drool is making its way down his shaft and onto his balls.

 

"That's beautiful baby, just beautiful," he says as he uses his thumb to wipe most of the dribble from my face. I am still on my knees, looking up at him with my newly teared eyes, and I can feel that some of my saliva is still coating me. I turn my attention back to his erection and start to slowly jerk him off with one hand.

 

"Is this hard enough?" I have to ask, because his rod is still covered with my spit and I'm not sure if my grip is firm enough.

 

"Perfect doll. You're doing fine." He is more focused now and I can tell he is enjoying the show. I don't want him to cum just yet so I slow down my stroke, lift his cock with my hand and move my mouth to his balls. The drool from when I gagged is still dripping down his sac so I use my tongue to thoroughly clean him.

 

I suck one of his balls into my mouth, and then the other, slowly working them one at a time with my suction, and he starts to groan. "I think he likes it," I say out load, but really to myself. My t-shirt is mostly dry now, except for the spots that are soaked from my spit when I gagged, and my nipples are like little peaks through my shirt. Inside my bikini bottom, between my legs, I am warm and wet.

 

I am ready to make him cum in my mouth.