I 've been having a relationship with Ken for about six months now. We met on the internet at one of those internet site where you advertise for romance. We spoke on the speech sound for over an hour the first time we talked. He said he was strictly a top and that he likes his sex difficult and emphatic. I invited him right over ...

well, turns out that when Ken said strictly a top, he meant he does n't suck tool or take in the ass ( no surprisal so far, eh ), or even impact cock in any fashion at all. I was to be his cum-catcher yet if I want to get off, I 'd have to consume thing into my own hands. It made me sense sleazy, flashy, like a meat golf hole. Fuck, I love being treated like that !

Ken was married. His married woman was a veridical twat. Jewish princess type, you know. Would n't blow him on a bet. She used to, until the day after their foremost wedding anniversary, when she announced that she found sucking dick to be horribly disgusting, that the last two old age she spent trying to get to like it, for his saki, but she just could n't keep on doing it anymore because it always make her stinker afterwards.

He was tickled to destruction to find out that I like to be brass fucked. He had always fantasized about fucking a mouth and he took to it like a cowhand to a sawhorse. I 'd been fucked in the mouth before, but this guy was quite serious when he said he liked it hard and forceful. Once he got charge up, he was jibe have intercourse my pharynx at such a rate that my mouth was literally gushing saliva to try to protect itself. It took me what seemed care forever to get his beat and I was on the verge of passing out when I finally settled into a matching pace for breathing.

One of his favorite activities is to slam hump my ass and after blowing his freight in my fuckhole, stuffing his hammer back down my throat to clean my anal fluid and his cum from it.

This was a dandy relationship, he 'd make out to my office, fuck me silly and leave.

One day things got very different ...

The bitch told him she was divorcing him and taking him to the cleaners in the process. He came over furious ! After all has had done for her, she takes his money and his nephew Eddie ( another history ) and leaves. The nerve of her ! There is attack in his eyes, like he is going to explode ! I started to say something comforting. He backhanded me across the mouth so hard every tooth on the left side of my sass sheared into the flesh of my internal cheek. Blood gushed into my sass. As I bent forward to ptyalize out the blood, he backhanded me on the other cheek. I spit more blood out. Ken still had that look and I started to support away when he grabbed me by the auricle, shoved his turncock into my mouth and started fucking my face with a vengence. I had all I could do to avoid swallowing rip while trying desparately to breathe. He was possessed. His pelvis bounced of my face so hard, I got a poke bleed as well.

Suddenly, Ken pulls his cock out of my mouth so fast that it makes a crop up phone. He grabs me roughly by the shoulder and spins over. He threw me across the dorsum of the sofa, leaving my ass in the air. He crammed his tool into me with nothing More than some of my saliva and blood to lube me with. Gawddd that hurt ! His putz seemed to experience twice it 's pattern size, like it was ripping me apart. Thankfully, at least, I could complete spitting out the blood and catch my breath. Ken was pounding my ass so hard that my wretched cock felt like it was going to get the hide rubbed from it against the couch fabric. It seemed the more I moaned, the harder the next knife thrust would be. Ken was using my pain as a way to lessen his own pain.

I heard a familiar tempo to his breathing and knew Ken was going to bollocks his load any 2d. Suddenly, he pulled out of my hole so fast I could feel a rush of cool air in my intestines. I did n't have any time to ponder this new sensation though as I was getting my mouth yanked open and Ken stuffed his shit/blood covered dick into my mouth and continued look fucking me for all he was worth ! His balls bounced violently against my olfactory organ. He let a very primal sounding scream as he stuffed his cock as far down my pharynx as it would attain and took two More abruptly, quick jab to fetch up firing his cum cannon and buried his cock all the way down my throat and held it there for what seemed an timeless existence while I struggled against his weight to try to breathe around Ken 's massive tool. He just pushed harder, until he had my flight path completely blocked and I passed out from want of air.

Things have never been the same since that day. Ken does n't deal my like a swinger anymore, now he treats my like a masturbation toy. He calls me slave and ties me up frequently. Last month, he brought three stain new vise-grips to bed. While I was on my back and he was raping my mouth, he suddenly took the gravid vise-grip, adjusted it to the lowest setting and clamped it onto my putz. The two smaller pliers were clamped one to each nipple. I could n't guide the pain ! I tried to remove them and he tied my hands using his knock. I tried to scream, but his cum gun was effectively muffling any phone from me. `` You want these off ? '' he asked while he shoved himself as far down my throat as he could. He thenstarted pulling both the smaller tools ( on my inadequate angonized savor ) twisting back and forth at the same time. He continued until the tools finally tore the skin and pulled loose. He immediately re-secured the clamps right on top of the already damaged skin. My renewed attempt to call seemed to both anger him and plow him on even more. He continued thrashing in and out of my

Next, he turned his attending to the bench vise grip on my now totally blunt cock. ( I ca n't believe I had more painful sensation from my nipples than the abusive clamping of my poor phallus. ) He tied a clothesline corduroy to the pliers, and started whipping the corduroy back and forth violently. Just as I started to shout ( yes wow, like a fucking miss ! ) The pain was more than I could take, suddenly, he is shoving his hammer past my shrieking and plugs my throat with the biggest hardon I 've ever seen him have and starts humping like a dog on a bitch in heat.

Amidst all these other adept, I suddenly realized he was sticking my decently nut with something very sharply. A needle of some form. Just as he was driving the needle out the far side of my glob, his cum carom fired a long, powerful volley deep inside my pharynx. I could n't trust how long he came. He came so arduous his cum started backing up and coming out the face of my sass fully assorted with the effervescing saliva.

Without ever taking his hump tool from my mouth, he ordered me to jacklight off until I cum. But, I must give all the vise-grip pliers clamped to my pinnace variety meat and the needle stoppage in place as well. Through all this pain sensation, I suddenly realized I was about to give birth the considerably climax of my 35 years. As I came, I screamed in unbelievable torment. Just as I blew my lading, I had to ingest all the torturing devices removed from my ravaged sex ! The pain seemed to get ten sentence big ! The trouble was, Ken was not going to collaborate. Quite the reverse, actually. His cock grew. It seemed to make no limit ! For the next, I do n't experience how recollective, he would alternately worm, pull, and bat the vise-grips. What felt alike hours like hour later, my sensing of time was currently very distorted, Ken just yanked all the locking pliers from my tender sex, leaving much more discredited skin in the cognitive operation. Seeing all the blood must 've been a real number turn on, because I immediately felt him buck as he shot still another heavy consignment down my already battered and raw throat.

Yet through all the pain, I had this enormous signified of accomplishment at having given my original so much pleasure. My skipper. I like the sound of that ...