My first real experience being facefucked was rather unexpected. I had a met a hot guy in a gay bar one night. We got chatting and then kissing, before he invited me over to his place. We went to his place and he took me up to his room, where we started kissing passionately. After a while, he began to unbutton his shirt and I undid mine. We kissed again and he pressed his body hard up against mine. I could feel his bulge press up against my own hard cock. He undid his trousers and revealed an enormous bulge pushing through his pants. He pulled them off to reveal his 8" thick uncut dick. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and kissed him. He pulled away and smiled cheekily at me. He put his hand on top of my head and pushed down, as if ordering my to go down on him. I knelt down in front of his beautiful cock, surrounded by a bush of dark pubes, feeling nervous, but immensely excited. I slowly began to take his cock in my mouth, trying to relax, so as to take it as far as I could. I managed about two thirds before I stopped and pulled back. I continued, moving back and forth, trying to go a little further each time, but was finding it more difficult than I had anticipated. He started groaning softly, which turned me on. I could smell the manly scent from his pubes, which drove me wild and made me want to satisfy him even more.
He started to push into me, which made it even more difficult. He kept pushing harder and harder and his groaning got subtely louder. At one point I found I couldn't breathe, so pulled back further to allow myself to do so. I was struggling, but the more I struggled, the more I enjoyed it and the more determined I felt.
At this point he put his hand on the back of my head and started thrusting his cock into me. I couldn't believe my luck. How did he know this was what I wanted? I gagged as my nose was buried in his pubes. He held it there a while before pulling back, before thrusting again. I was turned on, but this was getting too much. I couldn't take any more and pushed my hands against his body to pull myself away. I was panting for air. I looked up at him and he smiled.
"Did you like that?" He asked.
"I loved it!" I replied.
"Really?" He was surprised. He hesitated, before asking, "Do you want to take a proper hardcore facefucking?"
I said "Yes." Almost immediately I began to wonder if I would regret what I had just committed myself as I saw the cheeky grin on his face. I realised I had just handed over more control than I had wanted. I had fantasised about being facefucked before, but until now, had not actually experienced it. In fact, the furthest I had been was what had happened a few moments before. Given how much I had been desperate to push his cock out of my mouth after only a few seconds of forceful action, how was I going to take a full-blown facefuck? I began to feel a moment of dread as I had now committed to something I wasn't sure I relly wanted. However, curiosity was strong - after all, other people do it, other people enjoy it. How do I know if I will really enjoy it, unless I really try it? I just needed to be brave and accept what's going to happen to me and then I will know for sure.
He lay down on the bed and beckoned me to come over. I climbed over into position nervously.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.
I nodded, again unsure if this was what I really wanted. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down onto his cock, hard. He began fucking my face hard and slowly, while groaning.
"Oh yeah!" He moaned, "you fucking take it!" Each thrust got harder. Thick gooey slime started to fill my mouth and nostrils.
"SWALLOW!" he demanded as his cock entered my throat. I did as he ordered and felt my throat tighten arount the head of his dick.
"Oh yes, do it again!" He ordered. "And again!" I started swallowing repeatedly as he forced his cock into my throat, which was starting to get sore.
I was choking and splutterung, but fought my temptation to struggle until I could fight it no longer. I pushed him away from me, but he grabbed hold of both my wrists with his hands and pushed them out of the way.
"Take it, bitch!" He snarled at me as he grabbed my hair, pulling it and forcing his cock into my tight throat. He hand was clenched into a tight fist pulling my hair and pressed hard against my head, which hurt. I started to feel something strange - I knew I was being used for his pleasure. I felt a desperate need to satisfy him, as though his sexual needs were the most important thing and I needed to satisfy him regardless of my own discomfort. This was true submission and I had to fulfil my duty. I was torn between wanting it to stop and wanting to give him the maximum pleasure he could want. I had to put his pleasure first.
I began to taste salty pre
which made me feel incredibly hard. He groaned and pushed harder, deep into my throat which was now really hurting. I gagged and coughed and choked and slime poured down my cheeks and out of my nose. I couldn't bear it any more and pushed him out. Again he grabbed my wrists, but this time I struggled and pushed him out of the way and finally managed to gasp for air. He let me catch my breath before pushing me over onto my back. He climbed over me and positioned his cock above my mouth. I knew that what I had already experienced was nothing compared to what was now about to happen. I was excited, but terrified at the same time. I opened my mouth as he lowered his cock into my mouth. He started off gently, but gradually built up until with each thrust his balls were slamming against my chin. I had never experienced anything like this before. I felt like I was being punished as my eyes watered.
"Yes, yes!" He screamed as he was obviously turned on by my suffering. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and this time pinned me to the bed.
"You're not getting out of this. You're gonna take what you deserve." he whispered. I could see his eyes staring into mine as his body towered above me. He knew I was terrified and desperate for this to stop, yet he was determined to continue. I felt a deep sense of regret for agreeing to this and he knew it. But why was he continuing? Did he not have any regard for me at all?
I was helpless. I struggled, but he held me down and pounded my throat mercilessly, harder and deeper than before. He obviously didn't care about me and was going to continue until he came. I felt helpless and weak as tears streamed down my cheeks. I desperately wanted him to stop, but he would not. I heard him groaning louder and louder and then suddenly, thick salty gooey liquid filled my mouth. I struggled to swallow as more and more came out. I kept swallowing as he shouted out "Fucking hell!" at the top of his voice and entered out huge loud groan. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, panting. I felt exhausted as he collapsed on the bed next to me. I had been well and truly used. Then I felt a huge feeling of emotional and sexual fulfilment as I realised I had gone through all that to satisfy his desires and give him the ultimate orgasm. Just moments after wanting it all to stop, I wanted to go through it all again, and more, just to give him pleasure.
He pulled me towards him and cuddled me.
"That was fucking amazing!" He whispered in my ear. After a few moments, he asked me, "are you OK?"
"Yeah, fine," I replied, "Looking forward to round two."
"That's what I like to hear. A good obedient cocksucker who knows his place. I knew you would enjoy it in the end."
"How?" I asked.
"You needed to experience what it's like to truly give up control to really appreciate it."
We lay there together for some time, before climbing into the bed together. As he dozed off, I lay awake, recalling the incredible experience I had just had, which was easy to remember as I had a sore throat as a constant reminder. Eventually I drifted off. I was woken up around an hour later by him.
"Time for more." He announced. I went down under the duvet and knew that this time was going to be no easier. My throat was still quite sore from the previous encounter. Also, now that he knew I could take it, was he going to do it even harder this time? I just knew that I had to put my own fears and discomforts aside. His pleasure was what was important. Nothing else.
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He started to push into me, which made it even more difficult. He kept pushing harder and harder and his groaning got subtely louder. At one point I found I couldn't breathe, so pulled back further to allow myself to do so. I was struggling, but the more I struggled, the more I enjoyed it and the more determined I felt.
At this point he put his hand on the back of my head and started thrusting his cock into me. I couldn't believe my luck. How did he know this was what I wanted? I gagged as my nose was buried in his pubes. He held it there a while before pulling back, before thrusting again. I was turned on, but this was getting too much. I couldn't take any more and pushed my hands against his body to pull myself away. I was panting for air. I looked up at him and he smiled.
"Did you like that?" He asked.
"I loved it!" I replied.
"Really?" He was surprised. He hesitated, before asking, "Do you want to take a proper hardcore facefucking?"
I said "Yes." Almost immediately I began to wonder if I would regret what I had just committed myself as I saw the cheeky grin on his face. I realised I had just handed over more control than I had wanted. I had fantasised about being facefucked before, but until now, had not actually experienced it. In fact, the furthest I had been was what had happened a few moments before. Given how much I had been desperate to push his cock out of my mouth after only a few seconds of forceful action, how was I going to take a full-blown facefuck? I began to feel a moment of dread as I had now committed to something I wasn't sure I relly wanted. However, curiosity was strong - after all, other people do it, other people enjoy it. How do I know if I will really enjoy it, unless I really try it? I just needed to be brave and accept what's going to happen to me and then I will know for sure.
He lay down on the bed and beckoned me to come over. I climbed over into position nervously.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.
I nodded, again unsure if this was what I really wanted. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down onto his cock, hard. He began fucking my face hard and slowly, while groaning.
"Oh yeah!" He moaned, "you fucking take it!" Each thrust got harder. Thick gooey slime started to fill my mouth and nostrils.
"SWALLOW!" he demanded as his cock entered my throat. I did as he ordered and felt my throat tighten arount the head of his dick.
"Oh yes, do it again!" He ordered. "And again!" I started swallowing repeatedly as he forced his cock into my throat, which was starting to get sore.
I was choking and splutterung, but fought my temptation to struggle until I could fight it no longer. I pushed him away from me, but he grabbed hold of both my wrists with his hands and pushed them out of the way.
"Take it, bitch!" He snarled at me as he grabbed my hair, pulling it and forcing his cock into my tight throat. He hand was clenched into a tight fist pulling my hair and pressed hard against my head, which hurt. I started to feel something strange - I knew I was being used for his pleasure. I felt a desperate need to satisfy him, as though his sexual needs were the most important thing and I needed to satisfy him regardless of my own discomfort. This was true submission and I had to fulfil my duty. I was torn between wanting it to stop and wanting to give him the maximum pleasure he could want. I had to put his pleasure first.
I began to taste salty pre
which made me feel incredibly hard. He groaned and pushed harder, deep into my throat which was now really hurting. I gagged and coughed and choked and slime poured down my cheeks and out of my nose. I couldn't bear it any more and pushed him out. Again he grabbed my wrists, but this time I struggled and pushed him out of the way and finally managed to gasp for air. He let me catch my breath before pushing me over onto my back. He climbed over me and positioned his cock above my mouth. I knew that what I had already experienced was nothing compared to what was now about to happen. I was excited, but terrified at the same time. I opened my mouth as he lowered his cock into my mouth. He started off gently, but gradually built up until with each thrust his balls were slamming against my chin. I had never experienced anything like this before. I felt like I was being punished as my eyes watered."Yes, yes!" He screamed as he was obviously turned on by my suffering. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and this time pinned me to the bed.
"You're not getting out of this. You're gonna take what you deserve." he whispered. I could see his eyes staring into mine as his body towered above me. He knew I was terrified and desperate for this to stop, yet he was determined to continue. I felt a deep sense of regret for agreeing to this and he knew it. But why was he continuing? Did he not have any regard for me at all?
I was helpless. I struggled, but he held me down and pounded my throat mercilessly, harder and deeper than before. He obviously didn't care about me and was going to continue until he came. I felt helpless and weak as tears streamed down my cheeks. I desperately wanted him to stop, but he would not. I heard him groaning louder and louder and then suddenly, thick salty gooey liquid filled my mouth. I struggled to swallow as more and more came out. I kept swallowing as he shouted out "Fucking hell!" at the top of his voice and entered out huge loud groan. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, panting. I felt exhausted as he collapsed on the bed next to me. I had been well and truly used. Then I felt a huge feeling of emotional and sexual fulfilment as I realised I had gone through all that to satisfy his desires and give him the ultimate orgasm. Just moments after wanting it all to stop, I wanted to go through it all again, and more, just to give him pleasure.
He pulled me towards him and cuddled me.
"That was fucking amazing!" He whispered in my ear. After a few moments, he asked me, "are you OK?"
"Yeah, fine," I replied, "Looking forward to round two."
"That's what I like to hear. A good obedient cocksucker who knows his place. I knew you would enjoy it in the end."
"How?" I asked.
"You needed to experience what it's like to truly give up control to really appreciate it."
We lay there together for some time, before climbing into the bed together. As he dozed off, I lay awake, recalling the incredible experience I had just had, which was easy to remember as I had a sore throat as a constant reminder. Eventually I drifted off. I was woken up around an hour later by him.
"Time for more." He announced. I went down under the duvet and knew that this time was going to be no easier. My throat was still quite sore from the previous encounter. Also, now that he knew I could take it, was he going to do it even harder this time? I just knew that I had to put my own fears and discomforts aside. His pleasure was what was important. Nothing else.
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