Emasculating Him: Femdom and MM
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The musky smell of Gina’s pussy mingled with the masculine cock smell was just too much for him. As his tongue moved out to guide the cock into his mouth, he knew he was hooked. He obediently opened his mouth and strained his jaws wide enough to circle his lips around the bloated head of her husband’s cock.
Scraping past his teeth, the inflamed, heavy shaft forced its way into John’s mouth. He choked and gasped for breath, his jaws aching as if they would snap. Her husband reached down and dug his hands into John’s head, tilting it up so that his throat dipped straight down into his gullet.
Then, he began to force his pulsating cock deeper and deeper into John’s mouth; sinking it in his throat and making John’s eyes bulge in desperation. Inch after fat inch of heated, dripping cock squeezed down the gulping, tight passage of John’s throat and the room began to spin.
John slobbered happily. The cock banged against the roof of its mouth and John felt the thick veins sliding against his lips while the juicy cock slid down his throat! He sighed as the heavy balls slapped against its chin! Now the shaft was sliding in and out of its mouth.
“Work his balls you disgusting little cocksucker!”
John cradled the heavy balls as they grew hotter. The bulbous cockhead vibrated as it slid down its throat, and he knew he was about to taste his first load. Her husband pumped his cock between Gina’s legs and down John’s throat.
The thick cock was all the way down his throat when it jerked, spraying thick juicy blasts of hot sticky cum into his mouth. John moaned as he sucked and swallowed gob after gob of hot, thick cum!
There was so much hot cream spurting into his mouth that it started running from his nose! Gina rubbed John’s hard little cock with the heel of her shoe as it dribbled out its few drops of satisfaction.
Her husband withdrew his cock from John’s throat and wiped his dripping cock across John’s cum-coated lips.
Gina screamed, “You filthy little cocksucker! You sucked my husband’s cock in front of me. You need to be taught some morals.”
With that, she dragged John over to the table by his hair and bent him over; making him put his hands in front of him. After moving around to the head of the table and grabbing his hands, Gina said, “Darling, he needs a good whipping.”
John started to protest in earnest when he heard her husband pull off his belt with a snap. The first smack was enough to take his breath away. He’d never felt such pain! But the louder he protested and begged, the harder and faster he whipped him. By the time he was through, John was a quivering, sobbing mess.
He was again pulled to the floor by his hair. This time he was pushed in front of a chair, where Gina was sitting with her dress still around her waist. She took a handful of his hair and pulled it toward her pussy.
“Lick me good, you little cock sucker, and maybe I won’t make you lick my ass hole. Suck it like you want it bad.”
John licked and sucked her pussy as hard as he could. Gina came several times and again rubbed her slimy pussy all over his face. Finally, she got down on the floor on her hands and knees and said, “Lick my ass.”
John had thought that he was beyond humiliation but he reddened again as he stuck his tongue out and licked up and down Gina’s ass-crack. All of a sudden, he felt his own ass cheeks being pulled apart.
Her husband’s cock was poised at his tight puckered ass hole, waiting to tear him open. The head was pushing against his tight ring insistently. In front of her, Gina reached back and spread her cheeks saying, “Eat my ass hole, you little bitch. Make your tongue hard and stick it up my ass.”
A pair of hands began to massage his ass, occasionally reaching up to play with his still aching cock and balls. He felt something cold massaged into his ass crack, then, worked one finger up his ass.
At the same time John’s ass muscles gave way and her husband buried his cock in him, balls deep. He was tongue-fucking Gina’s asshole and screaming from the brutal ass reaming at the same time. John’s climax seemed to last hours, by the time he was satiated everyone was lying back gasping for breath.
John looked at the clock and was startled to discover that it was still early. He didn’t know what was yet to come, but he knew that he would love it. Being a cocksucker and an ass-eating slave was what he was meant to be.
The End
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