Mistress of the Damned

It took everything in me to force the reaction. To force my tongue to move and my throat to close as if I was swallowing, but I managed it, Alan moaning loudly before he released me. His cock slid from my throat as I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as I slowly looked up at the massive man, and the cock that dripped over me as I lay there, the two pieces back together again.

It was then, laying in the shower of his cum that I realized how big he was. How much I wanted that massive cock inside of me.

Everywhere he could fit it.

Including my throat.

“Will you fuck me now?” I whispered from where I lay, wiping some cum from my cheek and licking it off my finger. “I want more of that. Show me what else you can do.”

Alan smiled down at me, his cock beginning to lift as it hardened again.

“What if it hurts?”

“Will you be gentle?” I asked in a whisper, he only laughed.

“As much as I can, for your first time anyway. Now come,” Alan reached down and lifted me into his arms as easily as if I was a child, our sweaty bare skin sliding between us. “Let’s get you good and fucked. I want my money’s worth, and that pussy is mine to ravage.”