Throat F*ck Tales

I stared up at Marcus from the massage table, my body still trembling from the second orgasm that had left my thighs slick and quivering. My pale skin was flushed red, my full t**s heaving with every ragged breath, n*****s stiff and aching from his rough mouth. My shaved p***y throbbed openly, dripping a mixture of my creamy juices and his spit onto the sheet below. He towered over me, that wicked grin on his handsome face, blue eyes burning with raw hunger. "Your turn to see what you've done to me," he repeated, his voice thick with lust. He reached down and yanked his black polo shirt over his head in one smooth motion. f**k, his body was incredible. Broad, muscled chest with light definition, a trail of dark hair leading down his flat stomach to the waistband of his pants. His fair skin glowed under the soft lights, and I could see the thick outline of his c**k straining against the fabric. He kicked off his shoes, then shoved his pants and boxers down together. His d**k sprang free, heavy and thick, easily nine inches long with a fat, veiny shaft and a swollen purple head already leaking precum. It curved slightly upward, the balls below heavy and full. "Jesus," I whispered, my mouth watering at the sight. "That's... huge." Marcus wrapped one big hand around the base and stroked it slowly, smearing the precum over the head. "You like that white c**k, Elena? Been rock hard since I felt how wet your slutty little cunt got for me." I nodded, sitting up on the table and reaching for it. My fingers barely wrapped around the girth. It was hot, pulsing in my palm. I leaned forward, my blonde hair falling loose from the bun, and dragged my tongue along the underside from balls to tip. He tasted salty and masculine, and I moaned as I opened wide and sucked the fat head into my mouth. "Fuuuuck yes," he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair. "Suck that d**k like the filthy corporate w***e you are. That's it, get it nice and sloppy." I did exactly that. I bobbed my head, taking more of him each time, my lips stretching around his thickness. Spit ran down my chin as I worked him, slurping loudly, my tongue swirling around the head. I cupped his heavy balls, massaging them while I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks. Marcus thrust gently into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. Tears pricked my eyes, but I loved it, the way he used my face. "Look at you choking on my fat c**k," he growled. "Bet no one at that fancy office knows what a dirty cocksucker you are. Deeper, baby. Swallow it." I relaxed my throat and pushed forward until my nose pressed against his pelvis, taking every inch. My gag reflex kicked in, more thick spit gushing out around his shaft, dripping onto my t**s. He held me there for a long second, then pulled back, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening d**k. "Good girl," he praised, slapping the wet head against my cheek. "Now get on your knees on the table. Ass up." I scrambled to obey, turning over and positioning myself on all fours, my ass high in the air, back arched. My p***y was soaked, lips puffy and open, c**t begging. Marcus climbed onto the table behind me, his strong hands spreading my ass cheeks wide. "Such a perfect pink hole," he muttered. "Look how it's winking for me. You want this big white c**k stretching you out, don't you?" "Yes," I begged, pushing back. "f**k me, Marcus. f**k my p***y hard." He rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, coating himself in my cream, then slapped it against my c**t a few times. The sting made me jolt. Without warning, he slammed forward, burying half his length in one brutal thrust. "Oh my god!" I screamed, my walls clenching around the invasion. He was so thick it burned in the best way, stretching me wider than I'd ever been. "f**k, you're tight," he grunted, pulling back and driving in deeper. "This greedy cunt is sucking me in. Take it all, you dirty slut." He grabbed my hips and started pounding me, long, hard strokes that slapped his balls against my c**t. The table creaked under us. My t**s swung heavily beneath me, n*****s brushing the sheet. Every thrust forced a filthy wet squelch from my dripping hole, juices running down my thighs. "Harder," I gasped. "Destroy my p***y with that big cock." Marcus obliged, slamming into me faster, his hips smacking my ass. He reached around and rubbed my c**t roughly, pinching it. "c*m on my d**k, Elena. Flood it with that white girl cream." I came hard, my vision blurring, p***y spasming wildly around his thrusting shaft. He didn't slow down, just f****d me straight through it, growling dirty words the whole time. "That's right, milk my c**k. Such a sloppy f*****g mess back here." He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my back again, pushed my knees to my chest, and re entered me in one savage stroke. This position let him go even deeper, the head of his c**k battering my cervix. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. He leaned down, sucking and biting my n*****s while he hammered into me. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, my moans, and his filthy grunts. "You love getting railed like this, don't you?" he panted against my tit. "Late night massage turns into getting your cunt wrecked by a stranger." "Yes! f**k yes, I love it," I moaned. "Don't stop. Fill me up." He straightened up, holding my ankles wide apart, watching his thick c**k disappear into my stretched p***y over and over. My juices coated his shaft, frothy white from how hard he was f*****g me. He spat on my c**t and rubbed it in, then slapped my t**s lightly, making them jiggle. "These big t**s bounce so good when I pound you," he said. "Pinch your n*****s for me while I f**k you stupid." I did, twisting them hard as another orgasm built. Marcus was relentless, his balls tightening. Sweat glistened on his muscular chest. He dropped one hand to rub my c**t fast and firm. "c*m with me," he commanded. "I'm gonna pump this tight p***y full of hot cum." I shattered again, screaming his name as my walls clamped down. He roared, burying himself to the hilt as thick ropes of c*m flooded me. I felt every spurt, warm and heavy, overflowing around his c**k and dripping out. He stayed inside me for a long moment, both of us panting. Then he pulled out slowly, a flood of our mixed juices pouring onto the sheet. His c**k was still half-hard, shiny with c*m and my cream. "Clean it up," he ordered, bringing it to my lips. I opened obediently, sucking our combined mess off him, tasting myself on his d**k. It was dirty and intoxicating. Marcus smiled down at me. "We're nowhere near done, Elena. That was just the warm up." He climbed off the table and grabbed more oil. I lay there spent, legs spread, c*m leaking from my ruined p***y, wondering how much filthier this night could get.