“Wait, I want to win the costume contest, don’t mess up my costume.” You plead almost whimpering like the little slut you appear to be.
“Awe if you were thirsty all you had to do was ask.” He says laughing as he slowly draws out his massive rod out of your ass causing you to gasp as your hole flexes still open as if trying to pull him back in once his head pops out. Your ass flexing over and over he turns you around holding you by your hair till you are balanced on the balls of your feet, the heels of your shoes just barely off the ground as you lean in and take his slick cock into your mouth, far to eager for your liking. “There you go, drink it all down.” He adds as he blasts his load right after the head of his cock pushes into your throat causing you to gag briefly before your mouth is suddenly filled with far too much cum. “Ya bitch, gulp it down.” He demands, his bulbous head plugging your mouth completely, the first few drops spurt from your nose as you attempt to gulp it down. Then as if a dam burst your throat opens, his cock inches down farther, and you can feel the rest of his mammoth load running down your throat and filling your belly. Gripping his cock he milks it as he slowly pulls it from your face to get every drop to go into you. “There you go.” He laughs, “You better catch that drop on your face before it messes up your pretty makeup.”
“Oh yeah thanks.” You find yourself answering as you wipe the last of the cum off of your face with your slender fingers and lap down every last drop as you rise to your feet. Looking into the mirror you don’t even recognize the slut looking back at you.
As you open your little handbag to fix your makeup, he is suddenly behind you pressing the bulge in his pants against you. Reaching down he pulls down the back of your latex skirt with a snap, slaps you on the ass, and tucks his business card into your padded bra, “If you ever want to fuck, call me.” Then he turns, unlocks the bathroom door, and slips out. |