1. Fencing


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: GenuineRedd, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    unnatural, wrong, perverse, bad. Wonderful. What I really love about my gag reflex is when you get to that point where you force your cock deeper, past the coughing and even the squelching. When you push so hard that I can feel your cock go beyond that barrier, past the turn downward, and I can feel it raking up and down my esophagus; the front of my neck bulging as if I have an adam’s apple, my air blocked while you use my throat as a fuck hole. I’m not even there. My mouth is just some other place for you to stroke your shaft until you cum. It’s so erotic, to be lost like that, to just be a receptacle for your jizz. In so much of my life I have to be purposeful. I have to be respected, taken seriously, seen a certain way. Being able to let that go for a moment--to have someone else control even when I get to breathe--is surprisingly freeing. Now you let go of the choke chain, shove your pants all the way down and raise your shirt from over your groin, never removing your cock from my mouth. I hear you breathing hard, almost grunting with each breath. There’s a splat on the ground from my pussy releasing more juice. When you thrust your body against the fence and it makes that clash sound, I flinch. With that, you reach through and grab some hair on both sides of my head, yanking my face into the fence. This is so much better than a real glory hole where the guy’s dick is just sticking through the wall and it’s up to me what to do with it. I don’t have nearly the sexual ...
    imagination that you do. You hold my face hard against the cold fence and pound into it. Clash! Clash! Clash! I never thought that sound could be so erotic. The metal is pushing into the skin around my lips, which protects your dick from getting scraped. My body reflexively starts to pull away from the fence, so you quickly pull the chain through and yank hard, forcing me to stay put while you fuck my face. Clash! Clash! Clash! Now you stop pounding and pull me harder into the fence. It sways toward you and I almost lose my balance. You stab the back of my throat and hold it there for a few seconds then pull out and I cough. You do that again and again. My mouth is so full of thick saliva that each time your cock rams in, the slick juice is displaced and gushes out, washing down the fence and dripping on the ground. You’re now ready for some real depth. You renew your hold on my hair and the choke chain and give one brutal thrust. I feel and hear a sucking pop in my throat and I know you’ve gone beyond that point. My neck is distended, the air can’t move, I feel lightheaded--not from lack of oxygen, which has only been for a few seconds, but from the rush of having your cock buried so deep in me; from feeling your furry groin ground into my nose and lips; from the nasty thrill of all this happening out in the open where anyone can see us. I’m dizzy from the absolute freakiness of it. Suddenly you pull out with another pop and let go of my hair. I fall flat on my ass, gasping, ...
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