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Posted on 2011-09-02 08:16:10 Score: -5 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Art & Story by: Majalis [Link: www.hentai-foundry.com/profile-Majalis.php ]
Title: Raquel - Chapter 1

(Story below)

"The Seven was a bar on the tide - a hangout for all the young, vacationing beach-goers, where the waves in the high tide of the evening came mere feet away from the front door. He had gathered something of a reputation for picking up girls that were a bit too tipsy for their own good; they were the type of girls that didn't have very good judgment even when they were sober. So when the bartender saw him flirting with the dark-skinned girl with the wild-colored hair, visible tanlines and the shirt three sizes too small, he knew that the two of them were a few rounds of drinks with umbrellas in them away from walking out of the bar, her stumbling and him grinning. Sure enough, once she started to giggle a bit too loudly, he whispered something in her ear, she blushed, and the two of them stood up, the unscrupulous guy quickly motioning to pay their combined tab. Her blush was luminescent and she tottered on her heels, and as the two walked through the doors of the bar, she tripped, but he caught her fortuitously, his hand so firmly and deliberately placed under her shirt the other bar patrons were sure that even this girl would vocalize a complaint. To their bemusement, she instead grinned mildly, and let him escort her out of the bar and into the night.

If the bar had been a dive, the pay-by-the-hour hotel they ended up in was an ocean-floor expedition. There were maybe three lights in the whole place, and two of them were flickering violently, the third sitting on the front desk, casting shadows on the sunken face of the hotel manager. He barely paid them any notice as he asked for the cash up front, which the gentleman paid as well, though there was a moment of recognition when he looked up and saw the bombshell he was with. He looked between the two of them with a suddenly animate expression of amusement, until he met the girl's gaze, and was cowed, and then returned to his slack-jawed apathy, gesturing towards the room at the far end of the hall. As they passed the other hotel rooms, the sounds of late night revelry were obvious: thumping, banging, mattress springs and moaning. Before they even reached their door, she traced her fingers around the outline in the crotch of his jeans, and even undid his zipper. He froze in place, and she reached a hand inside, deftly moving his underwear aside and grabbing hold with a tight grip of her thumb and index finger around the base. The fabric on her arm-stockings was so thin, it's as if she weren't wearing them at all, to his growing satisfaction. He eyed the door to their room nervously, not wanting the manager to throw them out before they got a chance to really get going, but he couldn't resist slipping his hand once again under her top, grabbing a handful of her large, full breast while she had her hand around his shaft. He did the math in his head: even if she went no further than a handjob in his jeans, she'd have been worth the price of the drinks and the hotel room, as she was a natural 10, and as experienced as the ladies of the night were in this town, it was so much sweeter to have a girl give it up without any strings attached. Still, though, he knew that she'd be willing to go further than a little public display of affection in the hallway of a sleazy hotel, and there was no reason for him to settle for a tug when he could easily get the rug.

He debated pushing her on her uneasy heels towards their room; he paid for two hours, and the clock was ticking. Instead, though, he gave the universal sign for "douchebag wants a blowjob," and as the slut leaned in close to him and started to work her hand up and down, he placed his hand on the top of her head and pushed. She didn't respond immediately to the pressure, but before he made the universal sign for "douchebag wants a blowjob, emphatic," and pushed harder, the realization dawned on her face and a thin smile creeped up on it. She lowered herself to her knees and he fist-pumped in the air, though he stopped suddenly when he heard the manager, who was just out of view, cough. He looked over, but he didn't hear the manager move again, and he was quickly distracted by the girl pulling his cock out through his fly, her hand having never left it. She looked up at him with her big eyes, her cheeks flushed, and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out in the process, keeping her eyes on his. She worked her hand up and down the shaft, the tip inches away from her tongue, and she licked at the air. It was difficult for him to resist the invitation. She closed her mouth, and then opened it up slightly, and bobbed her head forward. He watched as her cheek pushed out, though she was still an inch away from him; it was her tongue, mimicking what she was about to do. She raised her eyebrows in a motion that meant "that, right?" and he nodded earnestly. She smiled again, licked her lips, and opened her mouth wide. She drew closer, closer, and closer still, until just before her lips would have slipped over the head, and then she stopped, looked up at him playfully, and motioned with her eyes towards the hotel room door.

She bounced back up to her full height, which in the heels was slightly taller than he, and walked ahead of him. He followed her, swatting her on the rear once, and then pressing her up against the door in an embrace while he slid the keycard through, and she giggled. A small green light flashed the okay, and he pushed the door open and her through it. The light turned on and he closed the door behind him, and then his eyes fell on her.

Her breasts heaved; she was breathing heavily, although the rest of her was still. She had turned to face him, and her expression, a thinner smile than yet he'd seen, was unreadable. That she was standing unsupported on her heels without the slightest bit of difficulty was his first indication that anything was wrong. The second was when she opened her mouth and said in a sultry, if plain way, "she was right."

He blinked. Who was right? Why wasn't she on the bed yet, or on her knees in front of him? Why was she talking?

"Your girlfriend, I mean. Seriously, you go on a tropical vacation without her, and you think she doesn't expect a thing?"

His heart caught in his throat. His mind worked furiously... there had to be a way out. But then it dawned on him: why was she talking? Why WASN'T she on her knees in front of him? Or, if she wasn't going to go through with it, why hadn't she already left? If her job was to get proof that he was sleeping around, cheating on his girl, why hadn't she just gone to her after the night was over? Was she gloating?

"You are some piece of work," she said, though with more admiration in her voice than derision, "probably the most shameless guy I've met. And that's saying something," she said, her eyes flicking to the right. He followed her stare, and saw a digital camera set up on a tripod. Reacting without thinking, he covered his face. "Oh, yeah, that'll do it. Now it'll forget what you look like," she said, rolling her eyes.

He was speechless. Defeated, he lowered his arms to his sides. "What do you want?" he said, wisely.

"Figured it out, have you? If all I wanted was my paycheck, I'd be on the phone with her right now, wouldn't I?" she said, mimicking a phone with her pinky and thumb. "Look, let's get to it. The name's Raquel. Do you want to do business, or not?"

He sniffed, chuckling to himself. "How much?" he said, sighing, half in frustration and half in relief. The night's expenses would be a certain loss, after all.

She snickered. "I don't want your money, any more than I wanted those non-alcoholic drinks you kept pouring down my throat earlier." She stretched, holding her left arm with her right, arching her back. "I want a favor."

"Yeah?" he said, interest suddenly piqued, "Like what?"

"Well, you see... unlike you, it can be a real pain for me to find someone that'll... satisfy." He boggled. Who did she think she was kidding? She could have had any guy in that bar, or any guy on the beach, even if she DID charge. Slightly amused by his reaction, she continued. "All the locals know me already. I'm a bit... infamous."

He didn't say anything. Was she serious? Whatever she wanted, he'd do it. Isn't that why he spirited her away to a boot-knocking hotel?

He relaxed. "Baby, I'll do whatever you want," he said, his confidence returning, "you look so good... I just want to eat you up."

Her grin was maniacal. "That's sweet," she said, licking her lips, "but I hope you like chocolate. I only come in one flavor."

He took a step toward her before he noticed it. Her hot pants were uneven... her thigh was thicker on one side than the other, and the crease seemed to be getting larger. "Er... so what exactly do you want?"

"How about a blowjob?" she said, plainly.

Something was obviously moving... stirring... under the denim. In the still silence of the room he could even hear the fabric stretching, and what were already very tight hot pants were getting tighter. She put her hands on her hips, and the expression on her face became more and more understandable, and her flush more pronounced. He realized that she had her gaze fixated on his lips, and was licking her own lips, thick and glossy. When his eyes fell down to her shorts again, there was a clear definition to the object hidden inside, which pulsed slightly. The area under her thigh was very snug, more-so than it had seemed before. Her nipples were hard as well, and her eyes didn't leave his until she placed her hand under shirt, as he did, and felt at her own breast.

Suddenly, the look of fear on the hotel manager's face made sense.

Her other hand was on her thigh, rubbing it gently, until to his horror she brought it up her pant leg, and traced with the same two fingers that she'd brought around his shaft along the crease in her shorts, outlining her anatomy, as if he could miss it. She looked back up at his lips still licking her own, and mouthed an "oh god," with a slight shudder. No way was that what he thought it was.

"What is that?" he said, trying to hide the unease in his voice. She giggled.

"My lollipop."

He started to sweat. His mind raced again. Maybe she wanted to give him a blowjob. Maybe he could just ignore her "lollipop" and end the night on a satisfied, slightly confused note. He opened his mouth. Her eyebrow raised as she stared at it, and so he closed it again, before deciding what to say.

"And you want me to-" he started, but she cut him off.

"Suck my lollipop."

With her finger still tracing her secret, she brought the hand that had been massaging her breast up to her mouth, placing the tips of the thumb and forefinger into a circle. She made the same motion she'd made in the hallway, and thrust her tongue at the side of her mouth, as if giving an invisible blowjob.

"No fucking way!" he said without thinking. She looked upset for a split second, but then grinned again.

"Well, you need to keep a secret... and I need my dick sucked. We can help each other."

He fumed. "No way," he said again, shaking his head. "You can find somebody else, and I can take out my checkbook. It's not happening."

She rolled her eyes. "Everyone around here knows about a little boy named 'Ricky,'" she said, with some accent he couldn't place, "and, sorry, the only form of payment I accept is oral services. Unless... you feel like taking a walk on the wild side. I'm a very generous tipper... you can make back that tab and then some. That is, if you don't mind walking back home funny. Fair warning though," she said, ignoring the simple expression of terror on his face, "I didn't bring any lube... so you'd have to bite the pillow," she said baring her teeth in a grit in demonstration, before raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"Are you nuts?"

She rolled her eyes, the hand that had been feeling up the bulge in her pants falling instead between her legs. "No, but I've got some," she said, tapping her crotch gently. "So, what do you say? Tootsie-pop, or a shredded, tear-soaked pillow and a great bar story?"

"I'm not gonna let you fuck me!" he said, emphatically, a bit too loud. Raquel sighed.

"So then am I going to get a spitshine, or is your girlfriend going to find out about our little rendezvous?"

His frustration reached a boiling point. "Look, what do you really want?"

She chuckled. "What do I want? I want to wet my noodle. I want to hear you gag on it. I want to firehose down that tight throat of yours. I want a conquest. If you want to pay me that bad, fine, fifty bucks for a blowjob, a hundred if you want a rear-happy-ending after all."

He didn't say anything or move for a minute. She kept her eyes on him, still feeling around the bulge in her crotch and the crease in her pantleg. Finally, wordlessly, he approached her, staring her dead in the eye, and dropped to his knees. He looked up at her, and she beamed down at him.

The next sound was the loudest he'd ever heard. The silence in the room was broken by the sound of a zipper being fully unzipped, and though he tried to keep his eyes focused up at her face and her tits, he couldn't help but look down at her now-exposed underwear.

He knew she was wearing a thong all the way back in the bar, and so did everyone else. He wished that she'd turn around and show him that side instead, because the front end was not what he'd been expecting back then, sipping his beer.

The only figure on the front of her panties was identical to the stars on the nipples of her shirt. Whereas those stars were stretched around her perfect triple-Ds, this star was pulled oddly to one side. Above it was a small tuft of pubic hair, otherwise it had been waxed. The elastic band of the underwear didn't touch to her skin in the front, as they were too crowded. She was humming to herself, but was otherwise still.

"Do you want to do the honors, or should I?"

He didn't say anything, instead fixing a grouchy expression looking up at her. When he didn't move, she reached behind her and pulled down her shorts herself, pulling them over her prominent booty, and then moving her legs against each other to wiggle them down to the floor. Normally, he would have loved to watch this, but the now miserably obvious bulge in the front of her panties dulled his enthusiasm.

It had a bit more breathing room now, but it was still filling the side of right edge of her pantyline. She pushed her hips forward, so that her lower half lurched forward towards him, and he pulled away. Gently, she placed a hand on his head, and then with more force pulled him forward, which is when he realized that she was much stronger than he was. She brought him forward, and rubbed the crotch of her panties on him, burying his face in it. He was thankful for the fabric that separated his cheek from the hard, springy phallic-shaped object that he'd convinced himself was a realistic dildo she'd stuffed down his pants to have a little fun with him.

When she released him, though, it seemed that her fun was just about to get started. She hooked her fingers in the elastic of her thong on either side and carefully pulled it down over her thighs. It was then that her naked lower-half finally greeted him, and did so with such an excited enthusiasm that he wished it hadn't. There was no doubting now that this girl, this beautiful girl, had a penis, and no question that she was happy to see him. With a soft "yeah," she had pulled the panties down over the bulk of it, and no longer constrained by her tight hot pants or undergarments, it was now facing forward, bobbing slightly, lifted off her body by her unashamed erection. It originated from where her girl-parts should have been, just under the tuft of trimmed hair, just above where the tanlines met, as well as just above her full, aforementioned nuts, which were as round and relatively large as her breasts. The cock itself was arched downward slightly, and he realized to his discomfort that thought it must have already been seven or eight inches long, and plumper than an all-beef hotdog (he would never eat one again), it was not yet fully erect, likely because it had, until just now, been confined. The seams on her pants would have burst had it managed to fully engorge itself. With some morbid fascination and no small amount of disgust, he noted that she was uncircumcised, as her foreskin still covered almost the entire head, so that he could recognize it even though he had never seen an uncut one before, but was certain he'd now see one whenever he closed his eyes, and that it would, in fact, always be plumper than an all-beef hotdog. At a very odd time, it occurred to him that supposedly, it was more sensitive, though he quickly shut out his thought when it then occurred to him that the increased pleasure she was going to be feeling was going to be from the sensation of his lips, his tongue, and his throat pressed up against her rigid anteater.

He noted that, in a girlish sort of way, she hadn't touched herself since revealing her mismatched package. Instead, she'd been observing him, analyzing his expressions, grinning with smug satisfaction at the sheer awe in his eyes, which had grown wide and had stayed wide for the whole time. The amount of time he spent staring at her cock also amused her, as it had now been two or three minutes since she'd dropped her thong to the floor and his eyes had not left her "manhood" for a moment. She even amused herself by waving her hips slightly, so that it moved subtly side to side, and his eyes still followed it, as if she were hypnotizing him with it. She could have continued to bask in the appreciation the whole night, but they were paying by the hour, and she had plenty of time to toy with him later, she thought to herself with an evil sort of glee. She had given him plenty of time to commit to to memory, and she was sure he had, and though she enjoyed the attention, and her cock had kept its stature, her balls urged her forward, to find a place to release her pent up energy. She had a secured a possible dumping point for her full eggs, and it was important that she made good on her promise to her pouch, which had waited too long for a "sucker." The color had already drained from his face and he looked like he might be sick, and she didn't want him to lose his nerve and leave Raquel with swollen, blue balls. She didn't care about the money. What she really wanted all along was a place to blow her load, and a stupid, pretty-boy's mouth was one of her favorites.

She looked down at him, and spoke to break him of his nightmarish reverie. "I've got a big cock, don't I?"

He looked up at her, looked back down at it, and gulped. She tapped his head.

"Yes or no?"

He nodded, eyes still wide. It gave a little jump.

"Big for a girl, right?"

He shook his head.

"Big for anybody, then?"

He nodded.

"Bigger than yours?"

He hesitated. She tapped his head again, and repeated her question, and he nodded.

"A little bigger?"

He shook his head.

"A lot bigger?"

Nod.

"The biggest you've ever seen?"

Of course, he hadn't really seen any other than his own. He nodded. She pushed her hips forward and leaned it towards him, and he tried to pull back she held him in place. It rubbed against his face, and started to stiffen, and she withdrew it.

"Too big?"

He nodded his head emphatically.

"Guess you'll have to open wide then, won't you?" she said, and he looked down at it and realized that it was stiffening more and more, until the foreskin had retracted completely, and it was fully erect. It bobbed and twitched, and the eye glistened with moisture.

"You don't want her to find out, right?" she said, and he shook his head.

"What about a condom?" he asked.

"Why, do you want to wear one?" she said, snickering. He glowered at her. "Oh, fine, I won't make you say it. A condom to put on MY cock, you mean? What's the matter; don't want to taste my lollipop?" she said, smirking. "Fine. But I don't have any on me. So if you don't..." she said, and he rolled his eyes, "didn't think so. Oh well, too bad. Looks like those lips are gonna feel it after all. And I hope you're thirsty, because I'm gonna blow like a whale."

He looked up at her, mortified. His eyes flashed to the door, but she tilted his head back up to her face. "Don't worry about that just yet. It's not like there's anything you can do about it, anyway."

He shook his head. She slapped him on the cheek with something, but he refused to look at it.

"So, do you wanna suck my lollipop?"

He didn't move. She asked him again. Finally, he nodded.

"Say 'Raquel, I want to suck your cock'" she said to him in low, hushed tones. She looked down at him when he said it, and then up at something across the room. He remembered the camera, now.

"Open wide, I'm a big girl," she said, pulling her hips forward and pulling his head forward with her hands. He hesitated, and the tip bumped up against his lip. She pulled back a bit, and a trail of precum connected them. "I said open wide," she repeated, and he did. She inched slowly forward, and just before it touched between his lips he opened even wider, trying to avoid touching it all. With a smaller cock, it might have been possible, but Raquel's massive, girthy meat fit snugly between his lips, the head slipping through with friction. He saw the head disappear between his lips and looked up at her, and she was squinting one eye and pursing her own lips, clearly enjoying the sensation. It had a salty taste to it, and he could feel the foreskin being pulled as she withdrew it partially, to the tip. Raquel did this small motion, pulling apart his lips with her head over and over, dripping precum onto his tongue and moaning softly to herself. To his surprise, she took a small step forward, her heels clacking loudly on the floor, her hips set back so that only the tip was between his lips. And then, she started to feed it in.

He pulled back when he realized that she wanted to go deeper, but her hand kept his head firmly in place as she slipped more and more of the shaft between his lips and into his mouth. He nearly unhinged his jaw trying to accommodate her, and she moaned her appreciation for his sacrifice, grinning madly all the while. With half of her foot-long in his mouth, she retracted, and he realized that she was about to get into her stride. Having filled his mouth once with her cockmeat, which was hot to the touch and salty, she started to fill it to the same depth over and over again, pulling back about a quarter of the way and then forcing the thick shaft back into his mouth. He realized that the saltiness was not only sweat, but the familiar taste of seasalt, as Raquel had likely been at the beach during the day. Having seemingly noticed that he disliked the taste of her meat, possibly because of the twinge in his eye, she looked down at him and said "you'll suck it off for me, won't you?" casually, as if he had an obligation to do the cleaning with his mouth. "Yeah... spitshine my dick," she said, driving the point home while driving the cock home into his mouth.

At his obvious distress, she attempted to comfort him. "Don't worry... think of baseball. I am getting to third base, after all," she said, smugly. She placed both hands behind his head and picked up the pace, and he could see her tight butt as it made the thrusting motions.

She settled into a rhythm for a bit, uttering only light pillow talk like "yeah, suck it," or "nice lips," or "yeah, baby." Then, she groped her breast with one hand and tilted his head upwards to look at her face.

"You ready to swallow my lollipop deep?" she asked, a wild edge to her voice.

He looked down the length of the shaft. A full half of it was dry. She had pressed up against the entrance to his throat a few times, and it showed no signs of yielding to her thick head. He looked up at her, pleading, the heat of the camera on his back, and shook his head slightly, the best he could while she still had her meat in his mouth.

"No?" she said, her eyes narrowing. "You might want to rethink that," she said, with a few pointed thrusts into his mouth. He looked up at her defiantly.

"Alright, have it your way. If you won't do what I want, I'll just tickle you." Wearing his confusion on his face, he continued to look up at her as she attempted to maneuver in his mouth. He gagged slightly, and she whispered "there it is," under her breath. Suddenly, he felt her press the tip of her cock up to his uvula, and he gagged and retched horribly. She smiled, and withdrew, and then pressed into it again, and though he struggled to free his mouth from her, her hand held him steady while she "tickled his waddle." In between each gag he pleaded wordlessly, but she told him he had no one to blame but himself. She also noted that it felt nice. "I love your waddle," she said as she started to more frequently and rhythmically poke at it, and he started to feel very much like he was going to be sick. At first, he assumed that she didn't realize this, until the sadistic glint in her eye became clear, and she feigned confusion poorly by saying "What? What's the matter, hmm?"

He could feel the precum on his uvula where she kept pressing the eye of her cock. He couldn't hold it any longer, and with tears in his eyes, he made eye contact with her, just as she was about to press into him a final time. She stopped, and he felt his sickness subsiding. "Are you going to be a good boy, or do I need to keep going?" she said, and he nodded subtly.

With both of her hands on the back of his head, she pulled him forward towards her. Her cockhead pressed painfully against the entrance to his throat, until mercilessly, it popped inside. He gagged and she was forced out immediately, but just as quickly she had forced her way back down inside, her cockhead fitting snugly into place. He realized it was impossible long before he thought she had, and she tried repeatedly to push deeper into his throat, unsuccessfully. Her shaft was too big, too long, and he didn't have the practice in suppressing his gag reflex, nor the desire to. If she never got the full length of her cock into his mouth, if she never stretched his throat open with her all-beef hotdog, if she never reached climax and came right into his belly, he would be much better off. Still, she persisted, making him gag and retch in a futile attempt to train his throat for use as a sextoy. If she dreamed of being deepthroated, she had better luck with the sluts at the bar than with a guy who just learned what an uncut penis looks like, and the difference in taste between a cock and an all-beef hotdog.

"You've got an excellent gag reflex... not for long, though," she said.

Finally, in what would surely be another vain attempt, she took another step forward in her heels, bent over him so that her belly rested on his head, and pulled him forward as hard as she could.

Again her cockhead popped into his throat and, predictably, he retched. But her grip was unrelenting, and she pulled him further into her crotch, burying her cock deeper and deeper in his throat. Anyone watching the video that the camera was producing might well never solve the mystery that was Raquel's Amazing Cock Disappearing Trick, but though he could no longer see it, his nose pressed against her tuft of hair and his lower lip on her balls, he had no confusion about where Raquel's shaft had disappeared to as it slid under his nose and out of his field of vision. He tasted the full length of it now, and though he gagged around it, Raquel showed no signs of releasing him. It pulsed, and she swore, and said "unng... gag on it... yeah..." It pulsed more, and twitched, and he was sure that it was pumping more and more fresh precum down his throat each time he gagged. What had been the dry portion at the base was now slimy, coated in his saliva and phlegm. He choked on it, and tried not to think about the fact that he was choking on her dick, when a more pressing concern occurred to him: he couldn't breathe. While Raquel was enjoying the tightness of his lips and throat at two points on her big member, his airway had been blocked. In a panic, he tried to get her attention, bringing his hands up to her hips and trying to pry her cock out of his throat. He couldn't pull her away, so he slapped her ass as hard as he could. She let out a little girlish yelp, and then laughed, and said "bad boy!" She started to thrust in and out, but she never left his throat, and he still couldn't breathe.

Finally, he slapped her on the buttcheeks so hard with both hands that she cried out and brought her hands back to sooth it. In that moment, he withdrew her cock fully from his mouth, and started to sputter, gag, and cough, his hands on the floor.

Raquel looked back at her sore butt as she felt her cock suddenly in the open air, moist and pulsing. She looked back down at her pretty boy and realized that she must have almost suffocated him. She looked down at her cock and saw that it was coated, slick with his throat juices and her precum. She looked back to him as he settled back, and took a step closer again, grabbed his hair and wrenched his head back. It was probably more violent than necessary, but she wanted to get the full effect when she demanded, "open."

He did, and she was about to stick her cock, full-mast, back into his mouth when he noticed how ridiculously hard she was and how much her cock was coated, and hesitation sank in again. He closed his mouth just in time, but just as quickly she pinched his nose. Not keen to go airless for any longer, he opened his mouth, and she released his nose as she slid back inside, and started thrusting into his face, leaving his throat alone.

"Don't back down now," she said, impatiently, "or not only will your girlfriend know about all the times you wet your whistle with the local slut fauna, but she'll get to watch the video of you sucking your first cock."

He stopped fussing. She was pumping in and out earnestly.

"By the way, for a first time... you're really good. Don't get me wrong.. you're not the BEST cocksucker... but I'm sure you'll get better with practice." She let what she was implying sink in. He wasn't going to let her keep blackmailing him just to keep with his girlfriend... but his girlfriend finding out was now the least of his worries. "You've got a nice big mouth, so I fit fine, a tight throat... and such a fiery expression! If you're so angry, take it out on my cock... suck it so hard it hurts... you're not being a very attentive lover... no surprise there. You need to lick more... and suck more... come on now, suck it, or the deal's off. Mmmm... yeah..." she moaned, as the sound of sucking filled the room. "Now... blow. Yeah, look at those cheeks, all puffed out... play my pipe... you know how to please a lady..."

She took turns pulling his head up and down and just pushing herself between his lips while holding his head still.

"See? It's not so bad to swallow your pride... there are worse things to swallow. Come to think of it... you'll be swallowing plenty tonight." He looked up in horror, and she looked down at her meat disappearing between his lips. "Oh, don't look at me like that. It's your fault! You got me all excited with your sexy gagging and slurping... I need to let it out so bad..."

He tapped the side of his face with his hand. "On your face? You sure you want the camera to see a money shot? I thought not" she said, as his hand fell to his side. "No, you're gonna get a taste of your own medicine... a big dosage..."

"Look up at me," she said, and he met her gaze. "Ever been bi-curious?" He shook his head. "Me neither. I only fuck cute boys," she said, continuing to fuck his face.

"I've gotta admit... I never intended to get anything from your girlfriend. She showed me your picture... and I just HAD to get that. This is like a dream come true... more of a nightmare for you, huh? I knew you wouldn't hone up. Say it with me now... 'honesty is the best policy.'"

He muffled the phrase around her member, and she grit her teeth in ecstasy. "Say it again," she gasped, and before long she had him trying to recite a phrase over and over again that he was never going to say properly with his mouth full of her dong, though she didn't seem to mind. She closed her eyes and muttered "honesty is the best policy" to herself while he continued to hum it around her, so incredibly grateful that he wasn't at all an honest person. If he would have just faced the consequences of his actions, she'd be a little richer, but her dick would be a lot dryer.

She tilted his head up, and pulled him back and forth while staring down at his face. There was a mocking, condescending grin on hers, and she licked her canine teeth and giggled. She stuck a finger in his mouth around her cock, as if drawing his intention to what he was sucking on, and laughed some more. That she was "looking down" on him was both literal and figurative, as he recognized the expression on her face: it was the face of someone watching a cock-sucking slut do what they do best. Her eyes would gleam whenever there was a popping or sucking sound. She was enjoying getting a blowjob from someone that didn't want to give blowjobs. She stretched her arms above her head again, and thrust her hips forward, burying her cock in his face, but he made no motion to expel it.

"How's my lollipop? Keep sucking on it and you'll get to the creamy center."

His eyes went wide, but she kept pumping it into his mouth, hands-free. She held onto her breasts, and he looked up at them in between thrusts, and wished that he hadn't been so distracted by them. Still, they were perfect.

"My balls are so full, this is gonna be messy..."

And suddenly, he gagged, as she forced it into and out of his throat with longer and longer thrusts. Her balls were resting on his chin when she finally put grabbed hold of his hair again and started to force him onto her cock. She was sweating and moaning more and more... and her cock was getting even stiffer. Her precum spat off into his mouth more and more, and he realized that she was definitely building towards something.

"Oh, you're gonna TASTE my sperm count. I'm gonna impregnate your tonsils... Don't give me that face, smile... there, now you look so happy with my penis in your mouth... THAT'S about to change."

His faux-smile didn't leave his face even as she got more and more extreme in her face-fucking, taking his head into both of her hands and full-thrusting without pause. It wasn't until she started holding it in his throat, forcing it down while his face was buried in her crotch that he started to fight, though she only released him to get air. At one point she held him for so long that he started to black out, but then she withdrew almost all the way, continuing to put it to his lips even as he recovered his breath.

"I'm gonna fill your belly to the bursting... you'd like that, wouldn't you? A tummy full... a belly full of boiling spunk..." He moaned his protests. "No? No, my cock's not gonna spit until your stomach looks like a balloon? Or no, you wish it wouldn't? Well that's too bad... make a wish on my cock that your friends don't find out what I fed you for dinner tonight."

He growled in protest, but she wasn't listening. She had a far-off look in her eye.

"You're gonna suck my spooge right out of me... yeah... you're gonna drink my spooge."

He looked up at the evil girl with a cock, who he was being forced to blow, and who was blowing air between her lips while she beamed down at him, steadily building herself to orgasm by using his face like a blowup doll, and he knew that soon she would flood his mouth with her semen, make him drink the foul stuff down, and he tried to think of a way out of it as she pistoned between his lips. No matter what she looked like, he knew exactly how she felt, trying to blow down some slut's gullet. His hands were on her hips, and he started to rub her tush, in the hopes that he could convince her to take it in the ass instead. All that did was coax out more of her precum.

"You know what it means, right? The tensing... my twitching... my body's getting ready... it feels warm... I'm gonna have a big O... but you know what that means, right? I'm gonna blow..."

Her thrusting grew sloppier and sloppier. Her dirty talk was getting more pointed. "I see cum burping in your future," she said, before letting out an unladylike moan. Of course it was unladylike; she was no lady. He would do anything if he didn't have to swallow her filthy gunk, but his head was empty. Of ideas, anyway.

Her body started to spasm. She was rubbing the same part of her cock on his lips, sweating in anticipation of the load she was forcing him to coax out of her. He knew she was close to orgasm, but it wasn't until she had already started to grunt that he realized how close she really was.

"Cheers, bitch!"

She tensed and grunted, her lips curling into a sneer as she tried to force out whatever was clogging her pipe. And then his nightmare became reality, as a truncated grunt gave way to an unmistakable orgasmic "unnnggghhhh..." and Raquel's cock ejaculated powerfully, and from the slit in the tip of her cock spewed forth the first thick glob of cock goo, a thick, ropy wad which splattered onto his tongue with so much force that it stung, and now that the most viscous blob had spurt out, her second spurt of ejaculate, boiling hot to the touch, shot right into the back of his throat, where it slid down. Her briny ejaculate spat out in gobs into his mouth while she orgasmed blissfully, a rush of fluid thick with sperm spurt by spurt. It tasted incredibly bitter, and he could tell she'd been right: he could just imagine the white goo suspended in the runny semen and knew that there was more sperm than not. Each pulse of her cock sent another torrent of semen, his tongue and teeth were coated in it so thoroughly he thought it might be permanent and he had swallowed enough for a lifetime. She could feel how much she was making him drink, as well.

"Chug, chug chug! Nnn... guh!" she said, splatting another over his "waddle." He would have been impressed with that sort of sharpshooting if it didn't involve her cock and his throat-hole. "Yeah... I love scumming with a mouth wrapped around my cock... don't act like you don't too. You've probably plugged more throats than I have. Guess that makes you the bigger man, huh?"

It was all too surreal. An hour ago he was flirting with the hottest girl in the bar, at the top of his game. Now, he was on his knees in a sleazy hotel room, choking on the business end of a cock bigger than his, his mouth was being pumped full of vile, mucosy cocksnot by a bona-fide cock that belonged to a crazy shemale with a fetish for pretty, straight guys, who was now going to blackmail him into sucking the spunk right out of her whenever she wanted him too. Even if she was gorgeous, the sight of her offloading baby batter into his already overfull mouth was not a pleasant thing to see. The stirring in his cum-filled belly wasn't any better.

The hotel manager banged on the door to let them know time was up, but she assured him that she was nearly finished, that she was finishing up in his mouth at that very moment, loud enough for the whole hotel to hear. He could taste it in his throat, and it and his lips were sore. He couldn't wait to wash his mouth out, as the briny taste was making him nauseous. She demanded "gulp it down, you whore... yeah... drink my spooge." There was so much of it that it sounded like he was drowning. In a moment he had dreaded, the pressure in his cheeks became too great, and it started to seep out of his mouth in thick, visible gobs which would be visible clearly in the video. He now regretted trying to hide it; had he agreed to a moneyshot to finish off his humiliation, he would have undoubtedly resembled a heavily glazed doughnut, but he would have been spared the taste and the shame of gulping down so much spunk that he could swear he had more sperm in his belly than in his balls.

"Fuck... that's good... sorry, I've got a dirty mouth," she said, forcing air between her lips and shuddering, "maybe not as dirty as... nnng... yours..."

She was still dropping loads on his tongue when the manager opened the door. He looked like he was going to be sick, and slammed it shut. Raquel grabbed hold of her shaft and jerked some more fluid into his mouth before finally, mercifully, the last of it had shot out. She didn't withdraw yet, and it instead turned to the camera, flashing the "victory" sign.

"The bad news is that your boyfriend is a cheating asshole. The good news is that he's an excellent cocksucker. Trust me," she said, her hair wet with sweat. She looked down at him. "If you don't want this little porno getting out," she whispered, so the camera wouldn't pick it out, "you'll say thank you when I pull out of your mouth. And you'll swallow it, from now on, whenever I want you to. Understood?"

She withdrew. His mouth was still full of the slimy stuff, and for a second he considered spitting her salty seed on the floor, but the look she gave him informed his decision. With tears in his eyes, he swallowed obediently whatever cum she had so generously filled his mouth with, and she seemed smugly satisfied, even as her cock started to droop. Her breasts were rising with every heavy breath, as she had exerted herself, and his breath was coming uneven because he had just had her cock in his throat. He looked from the still-beautiful girl standing over him to her slick, satisfied cock and suddenly felt sick. He coughed, and some cum came up. "Thank you," he said, his voice hoarse. His throat was sore. He burped, and the taste was so strong, it was as if she were cumming in his mouth again. She laughed.

"Get used to the taste," she said, detaching the camera from the tripod, "there's plenty more where it... came from."

Then she took the camera over to him, sat him on he bed and had him lay down with her... while she played back the video she'd just recorded. By the time they got back to "Cheers, bitch," she had wrapped his hand around her cock, which was slowly stiffening again. By the time she got to him half-lidded, burping up cum, she was watching the video alone, and he was mournfully jacking her off into his mouth, dutifully drinking her second helping."

Doodily_Doo >> #22292
Posted on 2011-09-04 19:13:02 Score: -6 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Chapter 2 - Morning, Sunshine

(Story below)



He was woken by a tap on the head. He was face-down, and the room was dark. He still felt hung-over, and it couldn't be past 3 AM. He looked up to see Raquel sitting back against the headboard.

"I got bit by a snake. You need to suck the poison out."

He looked down to see that her legs were spread, and that her little secret was stiff and energetic. In his half-druken half-exhausted state, his brain was too hazy to refute it, although a small part somewhere behind the alcohol and the fog of sleep was crying out something that he could't hear. Still, though, he didn't have time to listen; this was urgent. He crawled forward, approaching her, and she welcomed him between her legs, her fingers working her way through his hair. Her toothy grin was visible even in the dim light, as she watched his half-open eyes try to focus on her full mast. She raised an eyebrow as he instinctually opened his mouth, but made no motion to swallow it. She urged him forward gently with her hand, trying not to startle him awake too soon.

"Hurry," she whispered, breaking the silence in the room that she soon hoped to fill with the sounds of sloppy deceit. He seemed to respond to this, as he yielded to her hand, and drew closer to her. "Here," she said, emphasizing where the snake bit her, as she held it up for him on the end of a finger. She watched with growing anticipation as the gap between them closed, and she had to resist the urge to let the excitement take control of her.

Finally, she felt something close around her, and she shuddered, victorious.

"Yeah... now... suck," she said. She figured that her amateur hypnotism wouldn't get her any further than this, but then she felt him take a big pull on her cock, and she nearly burst into a fit of laughter. Instead, she moaned, as it was an intense sucking, probably moreso than she would have preferred, but she thought it was funny that he was so eager, and that made it much more enjoyable.

"Just like that, baby... suck it hard for me... suck it all out..."

She pulled him by the hair, up and down so that he sucked most of her cock like a true professional. He wondered why he was sucking on the snake, and how sucking it out of the snake was going to help, but she assured him that if he kept sucking, he was going to get it all out of her.

She snickered, finding it difficult to hide her amusement at the thought of someone giving sleep fellatio. She was sitting on the bed, and he was bobbing his head up and down on her crotch, shining the length of her shaft without even a hint of complaint.

She considered waking him up, just to see the look on his face, but she decided instead to see how far she could get him to willingly gobble her down. He was starting to nod off, so she thrust lightly up into his mouth.

"You need to suck harder... no, harder... fucking slut..." she said, and he tried to say 'what?' around her cock in his mouth. "Don't worry about what I said, just suck. Yeah, cock-sucking slut... Just suck it!" she said, when he seemed aware again for a second. "Suck it all out... every last drop...."

At that point, she had her legs wrapped around him, resting on his back, immobilizing him, and both her hands were on his head, guiding up him through the full motion. Her back arched and her cock twitched, and then...

"swallow... it..." she groaned, and instantly filled his mouth with "venom," shooting off without warning. She giggled when she saw that he was swallowing it unconsciously, and let him fall back off to sleep between her legs.

He was finally woken up an hour later, finding himself with a big cock lodged in his throat. She looked down at him, her knees astride his head, and blew him a kiss. She'd apparently been face-fucking him in his sleep for a while, because after a few more sharp thrusts down his throat, he felt her tense up, and before he could even register what was happening he realized she was firing off into his stomach. When she'd finished, she pulled it out of his throat, rolled over beside him, and fell asleep, having said not a word about the load she'd just blown down his throat. Reluctantly, he coughed like he had a throat cold, and then turned away from her, before fading off back to sleep.

He woke up in the morning to a familiar sensation: a woman caressing his dick through his pants. He looked over at said woman, and saw that Raquel hadn't been a dream after all. "You can still taste it, can't you?" she said with a smile.

He felt off, somehow. She was still stroking him playfully, but her gaze was fixed on his face.

"You remember, right? You gagged on my cock all night."

He vaguely did remember; the night was a haze of sucking, blowing and swallowing. He had dreamt that he'd won a hotdog-eating contest, and he woke up with a funny taste in his mouth, next to a deflating Raquel, who deadpanned "congratulations." He had won the contest by eating over a hundred hotdogs, and he tried not to think about Raquel counting them off and laughing herself silly whenever he "swallowed" another one. He also definitely remembered gargling what was almost certainly not saltwater. Coming to more concrete senses, he realizes his face is wet.

"Oh, yeah, you were so cute sleeping... couldn't help myself. One of my best works, I'd say. It's rare you can get the eyelashes and the lips at the same time. When I got some in your nose, I was really surprised it didn't wake you up. Then again, last time I blew right up his nose, so he had to wake up or drown, basically," she said, putting a finger to her lips in contemplation, clearly remembering the time she'd woken upsome poor guy by "accidentally" pushing her cock up to his nostril and then holding his head still while she blew, pumping a searing, naughty mess right into his brain, laughing all the while. "Anyway, you were the perfect little angel. You looked like a glazed donut, though. I took a picture right after I finished, if you want to see." She showed him without waiting for his reply, and he had to admit that she'd done a fairly thorough job; his face was positively coated with her surprise sleepy-time humiliation, and he could imagine Raquel scrunching her face up while she worked it out over every inch of her unsuspecting prey.

"Come on, kiss me," she said, leaning in closer. They kissed, and she idly lead his hand to the same place that she had her hand on him. "Be more assertive, girls like that," she giggled, and he felt her stiffening at his touch under the fabric.

"Hope your belly's not too full... I was going to get us room service." He groaned. After a night of gagging down both cock and cum, he wasn't too keen on putting anything else in his mouth. She rubbed his tummy, no doubt thinking that her sperm must be swimming around inside. It certainly felt like her nut jelly was still coating his throat, as the thickest of it was difficult to dislodge and there was no part of his throat that hadn't been sprayed with girlcum. He could see she was eyeing him while he looked more and more sick thinking about it, a smug satisfaction making its way to her face, like she was thinking about how he'd never get the taste out of his throat. It was so thick, it'd be a miracle if he could get all of the cum dislodged.

"Unless," she said, stroking her cock with his hand while simultaneously reaching for his through the fly in his boxers, "you'd like breakfast in bed... and you don't mind a little more Raquel butter in your diet."

"How are you still in the mood?" he said, pushing the thought of all the Raquel butter he already had filling his stomach aside, because he'd prefer to keep it there.

"I'm a girl, remember? As long as you can keep going..." she said, deftly pulling him up onto his knees. With fluid motion, she positioned his head properly, held his nose and spread her knees so that she was at the right height, and the moment his mouth opened in protest in went her mostly flaccid tube. He held it on his tongue and looked up at her, and to his surprise, she blushed.

"Alright, well, you swallowed a LOT of cum. Just... give me a minute..." she said, and he could already feel the little cockette swelling in his mouth. He hoped she would have a problem getting it ready, but soon enough it was plump and long enough to start the in-and-out motion he had grown accustomed to. It still hadn't totally left the foreskin when he felt it enter his throat, but once it did it quickly hardened. She lifted his hands and placed them on her ass, which meant that his weight was thrust forward into her crotch, which she abused to get the amount of deepthroating she wanted out of him. Eventually, she popped out abruptly, and just as capriciously tossed him over so that he was lying on his back.

She put her knees on either side of him and crawled forward, and for the first time he saw her backdoor, clear as day even in the dim light of the hotel room. On the other hand, he also got his first good look at her balls, which were hanging defiantly inches from his nose. In spite of this, he felt a surge in arousal, more than he had been at any time, and realized that regardless of what she'd done to him, he still wanted badly to wet HIS noodle. He wondered if it would be willing to offer up a little compensation for his troubles. Before he could elaborate on this delusion, she had plopped her nuts down on his forehead, her cock draped abreast his nose and over his mouth. "Open," she commanded, and he did, but he hadn't expected her to then dip her balls into his mouth. She gyrated her hips and told him to lick around her, which he did for a turn, until she withdrew. He knew what was coming next.

"Open," she demanded again, and he did, and immediately she adjusted her hips and her knees so that she could shove her cock down his throat, which she did, before rearing up into a near sitting position with her balls on his nose and his throat bulging amazingly from her cock. "Unnngh!" she exclaimed, hands on her neck and face, as she rocked back and forth to throatfuck him deeply. He gagged, and she withdrew it partially, and fell forward so that looking up again he could see her appealing booty. From this position she started to thrust downwards, pounding his mouth more tolerably, though deliberately, and he was becoming more and more familiar with her testicles by the thrust. This distracted him momentarily, and so for a fleeting instance he didn't notice what machinations she had begun, until he felt her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, and then something moist and wonderful kissing at the tip. Finally, the slut he'd so valiantly brought to a fuck-hotel was using her talented lips, though it was difficult to feel victorious when she had him pinned to the bed, her cock buried in his throat to the balls, which rested on his nose, her thick, rigid member prying his throat open more than it had ever been before. It was hard to contextualize the context he felt when she finally slipped his head into her mouth while he gagged helplessly, patting her politely on her tight tush in the hopes that she'd be merciful in her face-fucking, knowing he was powerless to stop her entirely. If he was face up on the bed, and she was straddling his head, he simply had to open wide and hope she spewed her satisfaction before he choked on her. And wanting her to spew her satisfaction down his throat made it difficult to enjoy her mouth.

Repeatedly, she pressed her pouch into his face, causing him to hold his breath for as long as he could before she relented. Her own sucking pace increased until it became obvious that she wanted him to cum, but he had difficulty concentrating on his own cock when one was held deeply in his throat. This was compounded by her only sucking and taking him deep enough to bring him to climax while she choked him, which he quickly surmised was intentional. She was pinning him to the bed, forcing him to cum while she face-fucked him, and it was only a matter of time before he gave it up.

As he shot off, she held it in between her lips, totally perfunctory, as he offloaded into her mouth. He could tell that she wasn't swallowing, and was instead allowing it to fill her mouth. He didn't have time to enjoy the sensation, however, as she started to furiously thrust herself into him, holding him by the knees while she forcefed him her dick. She called crude things back at him, but he could barely hear them over the sound of her balls slapping him, coated with his saliva, as they repeatedly squashed up against his nose. For once, it wasn't the twitching in her cock that warns him of the upcoming deluge, but instead the feeling of them pulsing against his face, followed quickly by her own hoarse moan, as she shoots off. He ran out of air midway through, as the visible bulge in his neck expands with each jerk, depositing what he hoped was the last of Raquel's considerable stored-up sperm into his belly. He slapped at her backside, hoping to get her to relent now that she'd finished, but she lingered just long enough for him to start turning blue before withdrawing, eliciting a gag and a strained gasp for air.

She climbed off of him, and then reversed and crawled until they were face to face. Her cheeks were puffed out, and she had a big smile on her face. She held his nose until he opened up, and then spit it into his mouth.

"Only sluts swallow," she explained. "And if you ever tell anyone you came in my mouth and I'll knock your teeth out. And trust me, I'd love to have a reason to get rid of those pesky things."

Utterly dazed, he lay there in a trance while Raquel dismounted him and, to his relief, started to get dressed. Amazed that he even managed to survive the encounter, he had nearly completely forgotten about the camera, which she had apparently set up some time in the night again, and was now dismantling. She carried it with her as she slipped through the door, which closed behind her with a satisfying finality.

That is, until he returned a few minutes later with a cup of coffee. By then, he'd sit up, but was still immobilized by shock. He took the drink half-mindedly and started to sip at it, but stopped when he saw the way Raquel was watching him.

"Hope you take it light," she said, winking. He considered spitting it back out, but it seemed completely pointless. Raquel left without another word (though a parting glance said all that needed to be said), and he was left alone, quietly sipping at his tainted coffee, hoping that was the last he'd see of Raquel.

orangeglasses >> #40984
Posted on 2012-03-05 01:09:31 Score: -3 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Note to all guys: if a girl comes on too fast you, she may be packing.

Anonymous >> #244074
Posted on 2016-08-23 13:40:27 Score: 12 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Who the fuck is gonna read all that shit?

Anonymous >> #244083
Posted on 2016-08-23 18:02:57 Score: -6 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
So not do you provide a link and cave in to the idiots that would've spammed the same comments asking for the source but you type out the entire chapters word for word.. NO ONES going to spend the entire day reading this shit!

Anonymous >> #244092
Posted on 2016-08-23 20:27:29 Score: 5 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
#244074 no one is going to read all of that its just that Doodily just wants to be a dick and spam the comment section with each chapter knowing that it'll just take up the entire screen and is going to ignore everyone and will post more chapters just because

Anonymous >> #250568
Posted on 2016-10-25 18:22:12 Score: 0 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Yes, cause gay stuff and being gay is so fucking disgusting and all, this stuff's a big fucking A+! Sureeee.

Anonymous >> #250577
Posted on 2016-10-25 19:06:06 Score: 0 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Love how all the comments complaining are from 2016, you silly little weiners

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