27-08-2025, 10:12 PM
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Here I touched anything else—
Even before fingers moved fully—
I saw it.
Felt it.
Knew it.
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His cock.
It was there.
Standing.
Hard.
Fully.
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Inside the pants.
Pushing forward.
Against the cloth.
Firm.
Solid.
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The shape—
It was clear.
Pointed.
Pressed.
Alive.
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I stared.
And my throat—
It went dry.
Slightly.
Just a little.
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Like my breath paused.
Like the heat went down inside.
Settled at the base.
Thick.
Heavy.
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But I didn’t stop.
Didn’t look away.
Didn’t hesitate.
My hands—
They moved.
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Reached for the belt.
The leather was warm.
Tight.
Tucked inside itself.
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I touched the buckle first.
That tongue of leather—
It was inside the loop.
Firm.
Neat.
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I slid it out.
Slow.
One hand holding the front.
Other tugging the end.
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The metal made a small click.
Tiny sound.
But loud to me.
To my ears.
To my breath.
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I unthreaded it.
Pulled it down.
The belt dropped loose.
Hung on both sides.
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But the pant—
It didn’t fall.
Still up.
Still tight.
Still holding.
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There was a hook.
Tiny one.
Above the zipper.
Sitting flat.
Sitting strong.
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I pulled at it.
Pinched.
Tugged.
It didn’t move.
Not at all.
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I tried again.
Held the cloth under.
Gave a quick jerk.
Still stiff.
Still stuck.
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“Chee… what is this…”
I muttered.
Half under breath.
Still kneeling.
Still looking up.
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Then I heard him.
A breath.
Soft.
Steady.
Calm.
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I looked again—
And saw it.
A movement.
Small.
But there.
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He pulled his stomach in.
Just a bit.
A small tightening.
Subtle.
Quiet.
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And the pant shifted.
Just enough.
The button gave a pop.
Soft.
Click.
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I used the chance.
Slipped my thumb.
Behind the hook.
One quick pull.
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And it came loose.
Smooth.
Clean.
Effortless now.
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One second later—
I unzipped.
Zzzkk—
Dry sound.
Loud.
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That zipper sound—
It echoed.
In that room.
In that moment.
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I held both sides.
Of the waistband.
Pulled.
Gentle.
Then firm.
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The pant began to slide.
Down his thighs.
Slow.
Dropping.
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And inside—
It came forward.
His cock.
Pressed.
Still trapped.
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But pushing.
Straight.
Stiff.
Heavy.
Almost at my eye level.
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I didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Just looked.
Just took it in.
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His underwear—
It was tight.
Thick grey brief.
With one front hold.
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And from there—
That cock.
Was pushing.
Trying to come out.
Fighting the cloth.
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It looked like a tent.
Sharp shape.
Heavy curve.
Pointing up.
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I raised my eyebrows.
Without thinking.
Stared.
Hard.
Focused.
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That innerwear—
It was struggling.
One tiny opening in the front.
Trying to hold back that monster.
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I let out a breath.
Through my nose.
Quiet exhale.
Amused.
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Then I said it.
Low.
Dry.
Without thought.
“…This brief has more job than you.”
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He didn’t laugh.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t say anything.
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Only his jaw—
It tightened.
I saw it.
One second.
Then—
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PAK!
Another slap.
Hard.
On my other cheek.
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The sound—
Sharp.
Real.
It cut through the room.
Through my chest.
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My face jerked.
To the left.
Quick snap.
Stunned.
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I didn’t fall.
Didn’t cry.
But I gasped.
Sharp breath.
“Ahhh—”
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My eyes shut.
Tight.
Instant.
Breath caught.
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That side of my face—
Stung.
Fast.
Burned.
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Sharp heat.
Warm pain.
Spreading.
Flashing.
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I touched it.
With my left hand.
Slowly.
Still kneeling.
Still under him.
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His cock—
Now hanging right in front of me.
So close.
So waiting.
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My face?
Red.
Hot.
Throbbing.
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It hurt.
Yes.
But—
Not the way I expected.
Not rejection.
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There was something else.
Inside that pain.
Beneath the sting.
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A tingle.
In my belly.
In my chest.
Down below.
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Like my body—
Liked it.
Not just tolerated.
Enjoyed it.
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The heat travelled.
From cheek to chest.
To ribs.
To navel.
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I opened my eyes.
Again.
Slow.
My lips parted.
Breathing shallow.
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Still stinging.
Still burning.
But something inside me…
Liked how it felt.
Loved how it hurt.
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My cheek—
It was still red.
Still warm.
Still tingling from that last slap.
Like fire pressed into skin.
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It wasn’t fading.
Not yet.
It stayed.
That heat.
That hum.
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My breath—
It was slower now.
Heavy.
Drawn out.
Like wind through soft flame.
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Air moved in.
Then out.
Through my mouth.
Half open.
Dry lips.
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My knees—
Still on the floor.
Bent.
Soft skin against tile.
Silent.
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Toes curled.
Tucked under.
Like a child kneeling in prayer.
Still.
Small.
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My hands were loose.
Near my lap.
Not gripping.
Just resting.
Soft fingers.
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And his cock—
It was there.
Right there.
Still inside that brief.
Still standing.
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Still thick.
Still full.
Still waiting.
Like a command.
Without words.
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He looked down at me.
From above.
From height.
And I looked up.
Still quiet.
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No smile.
No frown.
Just stillness.
Then his voice—
Finally.
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“Remove it. Why are you waiting?”
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Rough voice.
Not loud.
Flat.
Straight.
Like order.
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I didn’t reply.
Didn’t argue.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t tease.
Not this time.
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I just moved.
Because that voice—
And that slap—
And that heat inside me—
They had all mixed.
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Everything had shifted.
Blended.
Changed me.
Softened me.
Owned me.
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I felt like I was already his.
I didn’t say it.
But I felt it.
All through my breath.
All through my body.
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I reached forward.
Hands light.
Touching his pants again.
They were loose.
Half fallen already.
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I pulled them down.
Lower.
Past his thighs.
Over his knees.
Slow fabric.
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They dropped to the floor.
Soft sound.
Quiet rustle.
His legs were bare.
Exposed.
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Brown.
Strong.
Lightly hairy.
Warm.
Real.
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I looked up once more.
At him.
At what was left.
Just that brief.
Tight.
Holding.
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Holding that cock inside.
Barely.
Like a snake trapped in cloth.
Alive.
Pressing.
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I brought my fingers up.
Soft.
Slow.
Touched the waistband.
Held it.
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Both sides.
Firm grip.
Then—
I tugged.
Down.
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Over his hips.
Bit by bit.
The cloth dragged.
Stretched.
Rubbed.
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Against his cock.
And it twitched.
I felt it.
Before I saw it.
Just that tiny jump.
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Then the head—
It pushed forward.
Out of the front hole.
Flushed.
Thick.
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Shining.
Wet light on the skin.
Then—
FLOP.
It came out.
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The whole cock.
Heavy.
Big.
Full.
Alive.
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Bounced up.
Straight.
Hard.
Like it had its own will.
Like it was angry.
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And it hit me.
Right there.
Bottom of my chin.
Solid slap.
“Mmhh—”
I let out a sound.
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Neck tilted back.
Slight.
My body absorbed it.
That weight.
That message.
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That cock.
Thick.
Dark.
Long.
Eight inches.
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Slapped my chin.
Not soft.
But not cruel.
Just… there.
Claiming space.
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Heavy.
Warm.
Still bouncing.
Still alive.
Still mine to face.
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I froze.
Still kneeling.
Still silent.
Eyes wide.
Breath shallow.
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My chest lifted.
Once.
With breath.
With feeling.
With need.
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That thing—
It wasn’t calm.
Not resting.
It was slapping.
Demanding.
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Not with hand.
With cock.
With power.
With message.
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It twitched again.
Jumped.
Then brushed—
The side of my mouth.
Soft swipe.
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Like it was choosing.
Where to land next.
Where to speak next.
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My lips—
Still open.
Still parted.
Still warm from breath.
Still stinging from slap.
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Now—
My face.
Getting beat again.
But not by hand.
By cock.
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And I didn’t move.
Not even one inch.
Not even to flinch.
I stayed.
Ready.
Waiting.
Wanting.
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The cock bounced again.
Softly.
Not angry.
Not hard-hitting.
Just that same heavy bounce.
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That thick, flushed head—
It swung up once more.
And then… came back down.
Not on my lips.
Just below.
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It landed softly.
Right there.
Under my lower lip.
Pressed against my chin.
Heavy. Warm. Real.
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And with that touch—
With that soft weight—
Came a smell.
A smell that was sharp.
That was strong.
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Not a sweet smell.
Not like perfume.
Not like skin.
But something else.
Something bad.
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Urine.
It smelled like that.
Exactly like that.
Like piss.
Fresh. Harsh. Dirty.
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It hit me straight.
Right in the nose.
No delay.
No warning.
No hiding.
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Sweaty.
Sour.
Raw.
Deep.
Like it had stayed there.
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Like that part hadn’t been washed.
In two days.
Maybe more.
The smell was thick.
Strong like smoke.
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My face changed.
Just slightly.
My lips stayed shut.
But my nostrils flared.
I couldn’t stop that.
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That first breath—
It entered me.
Went all the way up.
And made my eyes blink.
One quick flutter.
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My shoulders reacted.
Pulled back.
Just an inch.
Reflex.
No thinking.
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I didn’t say anything.
Not out loud.
But my body said.
Said something.
By that one inch back.
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My lips—
They pressed together.
Tight.
Like holding back breath.
Like sealing the taste out.
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I was still kneeling.
Still down there.
Still facing it.
Still looking.
Still under him.
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That cock—
It was out.
Fully out.
Free.
Alive.
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Twitching.
Like breath.
Like animal.
Veins showing.
Thick and wet and full.
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But that smell…
It stayed.
Didn’t fade.
Didn’t soften.
Didn’t let me forget.
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And yet—
Inside me…
Something.
Shifted.
Changed.
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That shame feeling.
That tight feeling.
The one that hides.
That one.
It woke up.
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Strange heat.
Inside my chest.
Inside my thighs.
Low down.
Quiet but real.
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I didn’t like it.
No.
Not the smell.
Not the touch.
Not the dirt.
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But I wasn’t stopping.
Not yet.
Not fully.
And that…
That made it worse.
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I blinked again.
Eyes wet.
Neck stiff.
Head full.
Chest tight.
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I pulled back a little.
Small move.
Inch of space.
Not escape.
Just space.
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As I moved—
That cock brushed.
Down my neck.
Left a trail.
Of heat. Of smell.
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Then—
His hand.
I felt it.
On my head.
Back side.
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Grabbed my hair.
Tight grip.
Not gentle.
Not pulling yet.
But firm.
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Like warning.
Like hold.
Like signal.
Without voice.
Without need.
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“Prakash—wait—”
I said it.
Soft voice.
Almost whisper.
Trembling.
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But he didn’t wait.
He already tugged.
Not hard.
But enough.
To move me.
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My head went forward.
A little.
Toward it.
Toward the heat.
Toward the smell.
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I turned.
Neck tilted.
To the side.
To avoid.
To resist. Quietly.
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My lips parted.
Only half.
One breath.
Out.
Soft.
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“Stop…” I said.
One word.
One line.
From deep inside.
From my chest.
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That cock—
It touched.
Right at my mouth.
Rested.
Hot.
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I kept lips shut.
Tight shut.
But it was there.
Touching.
Pressing.
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I opened eyes fully.
Wide.
Clear.
Looked up.
At him.
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“It’s too big,”
I said.
Real voice.
Real breath.
Real fear.
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One sentence.
One truth.
“I can’t.”
I told him.
Not joking.
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Breathing hard.
Nose full of smell.
Mouth full of heat.
Head full of worry.
Still kneeling.
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“I can’t take it in my mouth,”
I added.
Soft voice.
Trying.
Holding.
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He didn’t reply.
Not to that.
Didn’t say sorry.
Didn’t ask.
Just looked.
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Then—
He said one thing.
“You can, madam.”
Just that.
With straight voice.
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Like joke.
Like order.
Both together.
And that word—
“Madam.”
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He brought it back.
Like slap.
In a smile.
And it hurt.
A different hurt.
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I looked up.
Eyes half-wet.
Lips half-open.
Heart too full.
Neck too tired.
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His hand tugged again.
Lower.
My face went closer.
The cock now…
On my lip.
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Still hot.
Still smelling.
Still waiting.
Still pressing.
Still wrong.
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I turned my face.
Again.
Neck moved.
Lips moved.
Breath cracked.
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“Not like this…”
I said it.
Broken.
Low.
Real.
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Then I spoke again.
Sharper this time.
“At least go and wash.”
My voice—
Half-plea. Half-command.
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I raised one hand.
Touched his thigh.
Soft.
Not push.
Just asking.
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“I’ll wait,”
I said.
Voice soft.
Quiet.
Tired.
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Honest.
Real.
Still breathing.
Still smelling.
Still kneeling.
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He didn’t go.
Didn’t wash.
Didn’t move.
Just stood.
Still holding my hair.
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Then he said—
“No.”
Flat word.
No rise.
No fall.
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Final.
Quiet.
Cold.
Still real.
Still there.
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That cock—
Still at my lips.
Still smelling.
Still pressing.
Still waiting.
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And me?
Still on my knees.
Still breathing.
Still thinking.
Still torn between disgust…
And heat.
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He pushed me.
Not hard.
Not fast.
But with weight.
With full body.
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That smell—
Oh god.
That thick, sharp, rotting smell.
It hit my nose again.
Full force.
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Not like before.
Not a hint.
Not in the air.
Now it was direct.
Right at my face.
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Filthy.
Humid.
Like wet heat.
Like something old.
Something used.
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Like rubber and salt.
Like socks after rain.
Like cloth not dried properly.
And underneath that—
A body smell.
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It touched my lips.
That thing.
That cock.
With all that smell.
And I said no.
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No.
Inside my head.
No.
Again.
But quiet.
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I didn’t want to open.
I didn’t.
I held my breath.
Tight.
Like balloon.
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I tightened my lips.
Clenched them.
Made them small.
Made them shut.
Like wall.
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I shook my head.
Just a little.
Little tremble.
Saying no.
Saying please no.
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But my lips—
They betrayed me.
They opened.
Not big.
Not wide.
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Just enough.
One breath.
One soft gap.
And that was enough.
It slipped in.
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I didn’t even know.
I wasn’t thinking.
It just happened.
My mouth—
It opened.
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And then—
The taste.
It came.
Right there.
On my tongue.
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Salty.
So salty.
More than sea.
More than sweat.
Like poison sweat.
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It burned.
Burned my tongue.
Like metal.
Like rust.
Like old tap water.
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Like something stale.
Something sour.
Not food.
Not body.
Something worse.
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My head jerked.
Back.
Just slightly.
Reflex.
Like animal.
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I almost gagged.
It rose.
Inside me.
That gag.
Throat tight.
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“Uhkk—”
It came out.
From my mouth.
From deep inside.
Sound of shock.
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But his hand—
It didn’t let me go.
Didn’t loosen.
Didn’t let me pull back.
Just stayed there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He pushed again.
Forward.
Just one inch.
Then two.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thick.
Dry.
Warm.
It entered me.
Fully.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My eyes widened.
Big.
Round.
I couldn’t believe.
It was happening.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat squeezed.
Tightened.
Reflex again.
But too late.
It was inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Inside.
My mouth.
My jaw.
My breath.
Everything full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mmhhh—!”
That noise.
That small whimper.
It came from me.
Soft and weak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips stretched.
Too wide.
Too fast.
Pain came.
At the sides.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My jaw hurt.
Already.
Just holding it.
Just trying.
To stay there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The taste—
It grew stronger.
Like rust.
Like salt.
Like warm skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My tongue curled.
Back.
Tried to run.
Tried to hide.
But there was no space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The base—
It reached.
Pressed on my lips.
Thick.
Still pushing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still going in.
More.
Not stopping.
And me—
Not stopping either.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Uhhhkk—no—wait—”
I tried.
Tried to say.
Tried to breathe.
But it was inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Half my throat.
Full of it.
Thick shape.
Too big.
Too dry.
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Tears came.
In my eyes.
Fast.
Without asking.
Like pain tears.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried to breathe.
Through my nose.
Desperate.
Panicked.
But—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That smell.
Worse now.
Hot.
Sweaty.
So male.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Filled my head.
My brain.
My chest.
My whole mind.
Flooded.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like a hundred days of summer.
Stuck.
Inside my nose.
No escape.
No mercy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His skin—
Smelled like guardroom.
Like sweat soaked into shirt.
No fan.
No breeze.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked.
Hard.
Dizzy.
My throat pulsed.
I was choking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But not stopping.
Why?
Why wasn’t I stopping?
Why wasn’t I pushing him?
Why was I…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I shifted.
On my knees.
To adjust.
To find breath.
And I felt it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wetness.
Between my thighs.
Real.
Silent.
Thick.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not dripping.
But there.
Sitting.
Waiting.
Present.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No.
No.
No.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this.
Not now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not here.
Not during this.
Not while gagging.
Not while hurting.
But…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was still inside.
Still deep.
Still pushing.
Still there.
Still real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t speak.
Not one word.
Not even breath.
Just his hand.
On my head.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Holding.
Not rough.
But firm.
Like grip.
Like border.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fingers in my hair.
At the roots.
Still.
Waiting.
Pressing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I couldn’t look.
Not up.
Not around.
Just stayed.
Still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked again.
Eyes full.
Then—
I pulled back.
Just a little.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Half inch.
A gasp.
My lips free.
Saliva dropped.
Down my chin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That taste—
Still there.
Still burning.
Still sitting.
Still raw.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My chest rose.
One big breath.
Trying to recover.
Trying to breathe.
But—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Before I could—
He pushed.
Again.
Back in.
Same speed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Two inches.
Same depth.
Same gag.
Same “uhkk—!”
Same helpless sound.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I slapped.
His thigh.
Weak.
Not full.
Not to stop.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just reflex.
Just my body.
Telling him.
Something.
Anything.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But I didn’t stop him.
Not really.
I didn’t pull him out.
I didn’t run.
I stayed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My jaw—
Still open.
Still wide.
Still aching.
Still obeying.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was there.
In my mouth.
Full.
Alive.
Claiming space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I wanted to say something.
Anything.
But nothing came.
Just a whimper.
Soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mhhh…”
That sound.
All I could give.
All I had.
Mouth full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His other hand—
It came.
Touched my neck.
Side of it.
Held me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not kind.
Not cruel.
Just holding.
Just present.
Just there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He stood there.
While his cock—
Sat inside my mouth.
Like it belonged.
Like it lived there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
What was I doing?
Why was I letting this happen?
I didn’t know.
I didn’t understand.
But I felt it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I moved my thighs again.
Soft.
Slow.
Secret.
Checked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
God.
Still wet.
Still warm.
Still aroused.
Still real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Even now.
Even like this.
While gagging.
While crying.
Still wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pushed again.
One more time.
Small.
Same depth.
Two inches.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat closed.
Again.
Reflex.
Same sound.
“Uhhk—”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My fingers—
Dug into his thighs.
Tight.
But not to pull.
Not to run.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I stayed there.
Still.
Still kneeling.
Still choking.
Still obeying.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That taste—
Still in my mouth.
Thick.
Filthy.
Heavy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My eyes burned.
My lips stretched.
My body trembled.
And my body…
My body was wet.
Soaking wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried to pull back.
My body moved.
My shoulders leaned.
Even a little.
Just to get space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just an inch.
Half-inch also.
Anything.
Any gap.
To breathe.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But he didn’t let me.
His hand stayed.
Firm.
Heavy.
Strong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
On the back of my head.
Fingers tangled in hair.
No pulling.
No hurting.
Just… not letting go.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not rough.
Not violent.
Just unyielding.
Like stone.
Like wall.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I brought my hands forward.
Palms open.
Fingers shaking.
I placed them—
On his thighs.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pushed.
Slow first.
Then harder.
Trying to push myself back.
Away.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But it was useless.
Like trying to move tree.
Like pushing a pillar.
Solid.
Unmoving.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mmghh—!”
That sound came from me.
A struggle.
A groan.
Throat half-blocked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That thick head of him—
Still inside my mouth.
Still hot.
Still full.
Still filling me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He started moving.
First slowly.
Then rhythm came.
One movement.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not fast.
Not thrusting.
Just a slow glide.
Back.
Then forward.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pulled out—
Only a little.
Maybe one inch.
Then pushed again.
Same pace.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And again.
And again.
Like rocking.
Like tide.
Slow and steady.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not deep.
Not rough.
But sure.
Unstoppable.
Soft but strong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Each time—
My jaw stretched.
Wider.
Bit more.
Pain growing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
They burned.
The corners pulled.
Like tearing.
Dry skin aching.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Uhhhhn—”
Another noise.
From my chest.
From inside.
Helpless.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That gag—
It teased.
Back of my throat.
In and out.
Like wave hitting shore.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Every movement—
It tapped something.
Too deep.
Too raw.
Too tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And that smell—
Worse now.
God.
That same thick smell.
It filled me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Old sweat.
Dried piss.
Sour heat.
Cotton left in sun.
Pressed against skin.
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It came back.
Every breath.
Inside my nose.
Like poison air.
Sharp and sticky.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My nostrils flared.
Tried to filter.
Tried to manage.
But it made it worse.
So much worse.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I could smell it—
The line.
Where his underwear pressed.
All day.
Trapped heat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That deep male skin.
Sharp.
Sour.
Hot.
Alive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The back of my neck tingled.
But not nice.
Not pleasure.
But shame.
But sting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still kneeling.
Still gagging.
Still holding his thighs.
Like handles.
Like ropes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still wet.
Still.
Even now.
Even this way.
Still wet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Why?
Why was I wet?
Why was my body…
Still reacting?
Still giving?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried again.
One more time.
This time pushed harder.
Palms against thigh.
Shoulder twisting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My body leaned.
Back.
Like escape.
Like breaking free.
Almost.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Almost free.
One inch more.
Just about.
Then he moved.
Different now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He stopped.
Pulled out halfway.
Sudden.
My mouth empty.
My lips open.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I coughed.
Gasped.
Breath came in.
Big and sharp.
Air tasted dirty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
Soaked.
Drool dripping.
Sticky trail on chin.
Wet mouth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And in that second—
That breath—
I thought maybe…
Maybe it was over.
Maybe he was done.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked up.
Wide-eyed.
Mouth open.
Cheeks red.
Tears shining.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Please…”
I tried to say.
But no word came.
Only air.
Only croak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But his eyes—
Didn’t soften.
Not even blink.
Just fixed.
Still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And in his face—
I saw it.
I knew it.
He wasn’t going to stop.
Not now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That look.
Quiet.
Fixed.
Heavy.
Not angry.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Something else.
More dangerous.
More certain.
Like stone.
Like decision.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was going to continue.
I saw it.
Felt it.
Understood it.
Because—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I had started it.
I had opened my mouth.
Let him in.
Provoked him.
Dared.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And now—
I was facing it.
Facing what I had asked for.
Even without knowing.
Even without wanting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My stomach dropped.
Like falling.
Like something broke.
Down inside.
Heavy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Shame.
It came.
Not regret.
Not fear.
Just helplessness.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hot.
Heavy.
Like iron.
Inside chest.
On skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My fingers trembled.
Still on his thighs.
Still clinging.
Still pleading.
Weak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried again.
One last pull.
One twist.
My body leaned back.
One inch.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His hand—
It tightened.
Quick.
Before I could turn—
Before I could move—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thapp!
The sound came first.
Then the heat.
Slap.
Right across my cheek.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not full force.
But enough.
To sting.
To stop.
To shock.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I froze.
Eyes wide.
Still.
Silent.
Breath stuck.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Heat spread.
Across my cheek.
Like paint.
Like fire.
Red.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My mouth—
It opened.
Not thinking.
Just reaction.
“Ahh—”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And that—
That was all he needed.
One gap.
One second.
He pushed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Harder.
Deeper.
One motion.
Fast.
Full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
It filled my mouth again.
And more.
More than before.
More than I thought.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Four inches.
I felt it.
I counted it.
I lived it.
Inside me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It hit deep.
Roof of my mouth.
Scratched it.
Thick.
Hot.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My tongue flattened.
Underneath.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to breathe.
Just hold.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat jumped.
Panic.
Tightness.
Reflex.
Gag.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“UUHHHK—!”
I jerked.
Forward.
Then froze.
No escape.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tears ran down.
Both cheeks.
Steady.
Warm.
Shameful.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
Stretched wide.
So wide.
They throbbed.
They begged.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My chin—
Dripped.
Wet from drool.
From breath.
From him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His skin—
Hot in my mouth.
Alive.
Pulsing.
Claiming me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Too big.
Too deep.
But still inside.
Still whole.
Still him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And his hand—
Still there.
On my head.
Firm.
Holding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not shaking.
Not jerking.
Just still.
Just there.
Just owning.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I stayed.
On my knees.
On the floor.
With that heavy, thick dick buried four inches deep inside my choking, soaking mouth.
Even before fingers moved fully—
I saw it.
Felt it.
Knew it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock.
It was there.
Standing.
Hard.
Fully.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Inside the pants.
Pushing forward.
Against the cloth.
Firm.
Solid.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The shape—
It was clear.
Pointed.
Pressed.
Alive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I stared.
And my throat—
It went dry.
Slightly.
Just a little.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like my breath paused.
Like the heat went down inside.
Settled at the base.
Thick.
Heavy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But I didn’t stop.
Didn’t look away.
Didn’t hesitate.
My hands—
They moved.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Reached for the belt.
The leather was warm.
Tight.
Tucked inside itself.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I touched the buckle first.
That tongue of leather—
It was inside the loop.
Firm.
Neat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I slid it out.
Slow.
One hand holding the front.
Other tugging the end.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The metal made a small click.
Tiny sound.
But loud to me.
To my ears.
To my breath.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I unthreaded it.
Pulled it down.
The belt dropped loose.
Hung on both sides.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But the pant—
It didn’t fall.
Still up.
Still tight.
Still holding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
There was a hook.
Tiny one.
Above the zipper.
Sitting flat.
Sitting strong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pulled at it.
Pinched.
Tugged.
It didn’t move.
Not at all.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried again.
Held the cloth under.
Gave a quick jerk.
Still stiff.
Still stuck.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Chee… what is this…”
I muttered.
Half under breath.
Still kneeling.
Still looking up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I heard him.
A breath.
Soft.
Steady.
Calm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked again—
And saw it.
A movement.
Small.
But there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pulled his stomach in.
Just a bit.
A small tightening.
Subtle.
Quiet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And the pant shifted.
Just enough.
The button gave a pop.
Soft.
Click.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I used the chance.
Slipped my thumb.
Behind the hook.
One quick pull.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And it came loose.
Smooth.
Clean.
Effortless now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One second later—
I unzipped.
Zzzkk—
Dry sound.
Loud.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That zipper sound—
It echoed.
In that room.
In that moment.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I held both sides.
Of the waistband.
Pulled.
Gentle.
Then firm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The pant began to slide.
Down his thighs.
Slow.
Dropping.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And inside—
It came forward.
His cock.
Pressed.
Still trapped.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But pushing.
Straight.
Stiff.
Heavy.
Almost at my eye level.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Just looked.
Just took it in.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His underwear—
It was tight.
Thick grey brief.
With one front hold.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And from there—
That cock.
Was pushing.
Trying to come out.
Fighting the cloth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It looked like a tent.
Sharp shape.
Heavy curve.
Pointing up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I raised my eyebrows.
Without thinking.
Stared.
Hard.
Focused.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That innerwear—
It was struggling.
One tiny opening in the front.
Trying to hold back that monster.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I let out a breath.
Through my nose.
Quiet exhale.
Amused.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I said it.
Low.
Dry.
Without thought.
“…This brief has more job than you.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t laugh.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t say anything.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Only his jaw—
It tightened.
I saw it.
One second.
Then—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
PAK!
Another slap.
Hard.
On my other cheek.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The sound—
Sharp.
Real.
It cut through the room.
Through my chest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My face jerked.
To the left.
Quick snap.
Stunned.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t fall.
Didn’t cry.
But I gasped.
Sharp breath.
“Ahhh—”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My eyes shut.
Tight.
Instant.
Breath caught.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That side of my face—
Stung.
Fast.
Burned.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sharp heat.
Warm pain.
Spreading.
Flashing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I touched it.
With my left hand.
Slowly.
Still kneeling.
Still under him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His cock—
Now hanging right in front of me.
So close.
So waiting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My face?
Red.
Hot.
Throbbing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It hurt.
Yes.
But—
Not the way I expected.
Not rejection.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
There was something else.
Inside that pain.
Beneath the sting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A tingle.
In my belly.
In my chest.
Down below.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like my body—
Liked it.
Not just tolerated.
Enjoyed it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The heat travelled.
From cheek to chest.
To ribs.
To navel.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I opened my eyes.
Again.
Slow.
My lips parted.
Breathing shallow.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still stinging.
Still burning.
But something inside me…
Liked how it felt.
Loved how it hurt.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My cheek—
It was still red.
Still warm.
Still tingling from that last slap.
Like fire pressed into skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It wasn’t fading.
Not yet.
It stayed.
That heat.
That hum.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My breath—
It was slower now.
Heavy.
Drawn out.
Like wind through soft flame.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Air moved in.
Then out.
Through my mouth.
Half open.
Dry lips.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My knees—
Still on the floor.
Bent.
Soft skin against tile.
Silent.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Toes curled.
Tucked under.
Like a child kneeling in prayer.
Still.
Small.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My hands were loose.
Near my lap.
Not gripping.
Just resting.
Soft fingers.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And his cock—
It was there.
Right there.
Still inside that brief.
Still standing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still thick.
Still full.
Still waiting.
Like a command.
Without words.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He looked down at me.
From above.
From height.
And I looked up.
Still quiet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No smile.
No frown.
Just stillness.
Then his voice—
Finally.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Remove it. Why are you waiting?”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Rough voice.
Not loud.
Flat.
Straight.
Like order.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t reply.
Didn’t argue.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t tease.
Not this time.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I just moved.
Because that voice—
And that slap—
And that heat inside me—
They had all mixed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Everything had shifted.
Blended.
Changed me.
Softened me.
Owned me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I felt like I was already his.
I didn’t say it.
But I felt it.
All through my breath.
All through my body.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I reached forward.
Hands light.
Touching his pants again.
They were loose.
Half fallen already.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pulled them down.
Lower.
Past his thighs.
Over his knees.
Slow fabric.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
They dropped to the floor.
Soft sound.
Quiet rustle.
His legs were bare.
Exposed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Brown.
Strong.
Lightly hairy.
Warm.
Real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked up once more.
At him.
At what was left.
Just that brief.
Tight.
Holding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Holding that cock inside.
Barely.
Like a snake trapped in cloth.
Alive.
Pressing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I brought my fingers up.
Soft.
Slow.
Touched the waistband.
Held it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Both sides.
Firm grip.
Then—
I tugged.
Down.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Over his hips.
Bit by bit.
The cloth dragged.
Stretched.
Rubbed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Against his cock.
And it twitched.
I felt it.
Before I saw it.
Just that tiny jump.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then the head—
It pushed forward.
Out of the front hole.
Flushed.
Thick.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Shining.
Wet light on the skin.
Then—
FLOP.
It came out.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The whole cock.
Heavy.
Big.
Full.
Alive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Bounced up.
Straight.
Hard.
Like it had its own will.
Like it was angry.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And it hit me.
Right there.
Bottom of my chin.
Solid slap.
“Mmhh—”
I let out a sound.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Neck tilted back.
Slight.
My body absorbed it.
That weight.
That message.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cock.
Thick.
Dark.
Long.
Eight inches.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Slapped my chin.
Not soft.
But not cruel.
Just… there.
Claiming space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Heavy.
Warm.
Still bouncing.
Still alive.
Still mine to face.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I froze.
Still kneeling.
Still silent.
Eyes wide.
Breath shallow.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My chest lifted.
Once.
With breath.
With feeling.
With need.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That thing—
It wasn’t calm.
Not resting.
It was slapping.
Demanding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not with hand.
With cock.
With power.
With message.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It twitched again.
Jumped.
Then brushed—
The side of my mouth.
Soft swipe.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like it was choosing.
Where to land next.
Where to speak next.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
Still open.
Still parted.
Still warm from breath.
Still stinging from slap.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Now—
My face.
Getting beat again.
But not by hand.
By cock.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And I didn’t move.
Not even one inch.
Not even to flinch.
I stayed.
Ready.
Waiting.
Wanting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The cock bounced again.
Softly.
Not angry.
Not hard-hitting.
Just that same heavy bounce.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That thick, flushed head—
It swung up once more.
And then… came back down.
Not on my lips.
Just below.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It landed softly.
Right there.
Under my lower lip.
Pressed against my chin.
Heavy. Warm. Real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And with that touch—
With that soft weight—
Came a smell.
A smell that was sharp.
That was strong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not a sweet smell.
Not like perfume.
Not like skin.
But something else.
Something bad.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Urine.
It smelled like that.
Exactly like that.
Like piss.
Fresh. Harsh. Dirty.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It hit me straight.
Right in the nose.
No delay.
No warning.
No hiding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sweaty.
Sour.
Raw.
Deep.
Like it had stayed there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like that part hadn’t been washed.
In two days.
Maybe more.
The smell was thick.
Strong like smoke.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My face changed.
Just slightly.
My lips stayed shut.
But my nostrils flared.
I couldn’t stop that.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That first breath—
It entered me.
Went all the way up.
And made my eyes blink.
One quick flutter.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My shoulders reacted.
Pulled back.
Just an inch.
Reflex.
No thinking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t say anything.
Not out loud.
But my body said.
Said something.
By that one inch back.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips—
They pressed together.
Tight.
Like holding back breath.
Like sealing the taste out.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I was still kneeling.
Still down there.
Still facing it.
Still looking.
Still under him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cock—
It was out.
Fully out.
Free.
Alive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Twitching.
Like breath.
Like animal.
Veins showing.
Thick and wet and full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But that smell…
It stayed.
Didn’t fade.
Didn’t soften.
Didn’t let me forget.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And yet—
Inside me…
Something.
Shifted.
Changed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That shame feeling.
That tight feeling.
The one that hides.
That one.
It woke up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Strange heat.
Inside my chest.
Inside my thighs.
Low down.
Quiet but real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t like it.
No.
Not the smell.
Not the touch.
Not the dirt.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But I wasn’t stopping.
Not yet.
Not fully.
And that…
That made it worse.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked again.
Eyes wet.
Neck stiff.
Head full.
Chest tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I pulled back a little.
Small move.
Inch of space.
Not escape.
Just space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As I moved—
That cock brushed.
Down my neck.
Left a trail.
Of heat. Of smell.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
His hand.
I felt it.
On my head.
Back side.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Grabbed my hair.
Tight grip.
Not gentle.
Not pulling yet.
But firm.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like warning.
Like hold.
Like signal.
Without voice.
Without need.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Prakash—wait—”
I said it.
Soft voice.
Almost whisper.
Trembling.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But he didn’t wait.
He already tugged.
Not hard.
But enough.
To move me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My head went forward.
A little.
Toward it.
Toward the heat.
Toward the smell.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I turned.
Neck tilted.
To the side.
To avoid.
To resist. Quietly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips parted.
Only half.
One breath.
Out.
Soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Stop…” I said.
One word.
One line.
From deep inside.
From my chest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cock—
It touched.
Right at my mouth.
Rested.
Hot.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I kept lips shut.
Tight shut.
But it was there.
Touching.
Pressing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I opened eyes fully.
Wide.
Clear.
Looked up.
At him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“It’s too big,”
I said.
Real voice.
Real breath.
Real fear.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One sentence.
One truth.
“I can’t.”
I told him.
Not joking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Breathing hard.
Nose full of smell.
Mouth full of heat.
Head full of worry.
Still kneeling.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I can’t take it in my mouth,”
I added.
Soft voice.
Trying.
Holding.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t reply.
Not to that.
Didn’t say sorry.
Didn’t ask.
Just looked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He said one thing.
“You can, madam.”
Just that.
With straight voice.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like joke.
Like order.
Both together.
And that word—
“Madam.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He brought it back.
Like slap.
In a smile.
And it hurt.
A different hurt.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I looked up.
Eyes half-wet.
Lips half-open.
Heart too full.
Neck too tired.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His hand tugged again.
Lower.
My face went closer.
The cock now…
On my lip.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still hot.
Still smelling.
Still waiting.
Still pressing.
Still wrong.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I turned my face.
Again.
Neck moved.
Lips moved.
Breath cracked.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Not like this…”
I said it.
Broken.
Low.
Real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then I spoke again.
Sharper this time.
“At least go and wash.”
My voice—
Half-plea. Half-command.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I raised one hand.
Touched his thigh.
Soft.
Not push.
Just asking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“I’ll wait,”
I said.
Voice soft.
Quiet.
Tired.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Honest.
Real.
Still breathing.
Still smelling.
Still kneeling.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t go.
Didn’t wash.
Didn’t move.
Just stood.
Still holding my hair.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then he said—
“No.”
Flat word.
No rise.
No fall.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Final.
Quiet.
Cold.
Still real.
Still there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That cock—
Still at my lips.
Still smelling.
Still pressing.
Still waiting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And me?
Still on my knees.
Still breathing.
Still thinking.
Still torn between disgust…
And heat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He pushed me.
Not hard.
Not fast.
But with weight.
With full body.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That smell—
Oh god.
That thick, sharp, rotting smell.
It hit my nose again.
Full force.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not like before.
Not a hint.
Not in the air.
Now it was direct.
Right at my face.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Filthy.
Humid.
Like wet heat.
Like something old.
Something used.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like rubber and salt.
Like socks after rain.
Like cloth not dried properly.
And underneath that—
A body smell.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It touched my lips.
That thing.
That cock.
With all that smell.
And I said no.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No.
Inside my head.
No.
Again.
But quiet.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t want to open.
I didn’t.
I held my breath.
Tight.
Like balloon.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tightened my lips.
Clenched them.
Made them small.
Made them shut.
Like wall.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I shook my head.
Just a little.
Little tremble.
Saying no.
Saying please no.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But my lips—
They betrayed me.
They opened.
Not big.
Not wide.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just enough.
One breath.
One soft gap.
And that was enough.
It slipped in.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I didn’t even know.
I wasn’t thinking.
It just happened.
My mouth—
It opened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And then—
The taste.
It came.
Right there.
On my tongue.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Salty.
So salty.
More than sea.
More than sweat.
Like poison sweat.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It burned.
Burned my tongue.
Like metal.
Like rust.
Like old tap water.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like something stale.
Something sour.
Not food.
Not body.
Something worse.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My head jerked.
Back.
Just slightly.
Reflex.
Like animal.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I almost gagged.
It rose.
Inside me.
That gag.
Throat tight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Uhkk—”
It came out.
From my mouth.
From deep inside.
Sound of shock.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But his hand—
It didn’t let me go.
Didn’t loosen.
Didn’t let me pull back.
Just stayed there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then—
He pushed again.
Forward.
Just one inch.
Then two.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thick.
Dry.
Warm.
It entered me.
Fully.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My eyes widened.
Big.
Round.
I couldn’t believe.
It was happening.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My throat squeezed.
Tightened.
Reflex again.
But too late.
It was inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Inside.
My mouth.
My jaw.
My breath.
Everything full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mmhhh—!”
That noise.
That small whimper.
It came from me.
Soft and weak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My lips stretched.
Too wide.
Too fast.
Pain came.
At the sides.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My jaw hurt.
Already.
Just holding it.
Just trying.
To stay there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The taste—
It grew stronger.
Like rust.
Like salt.
Like warm skin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My tongue curled.
Back.
Tried to run.
Tried to hide.
But there was no space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The base—
It reached.
Pressed on my lips.
Thick.
Still pushing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Still going in.
More.
Not stopping.
And me—
Not stopping either.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Uhhhkk—no—wait—”
I tried.
Tried to say.
Tried to breathe.
But it was inside.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Half my throat.
Full of it.
Thick shape.
Too big.
Too dry.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tears came.
In my eyes.
Fast.
Without asking.
Like pain tears.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried to breathe.
Through my nose.
Desperate.
Panicked.
But—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That smell.
Worse now.
Hot.
Sweaty.
So male.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Filled my head.
My brain.
My chest.
My whole mind.
Flooded.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Like a hundred days of summer.
Stuck.
Inside my nose.
No escape.
No mercy.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His skin—
Smelled like guardroom.
Like sweat soaked into shirt.
No fan.
No breeze.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked.
Hard.
Dizzy.
My throat pulsed.
I was choking.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But not stopping.
Why?
Why wasn’t I stopping?
Why wasn’t I pushing him?
Why was I…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I shifted.
On my knees.
To adjust.
To find breath.
And I felt it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wetness.
Between my thighs.
Real.
Silent.
Thick.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not dripping.
But there.
Sitting.
Waiting.
Present.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No.
No.
No.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this.
Not now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not here.
Not during this.
Not while gagging.
Not while hurting.
But…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was still inside.
Still deep.
Still pushing.
Still there.
Still real.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He didn’t speak.
Not one word.
Not even breath.
Just his hand.
On my head.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Holding.
Not rough.
But firm.
Like grip.
Like border.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Fingers in my hair.
At the roots.
Still.
Waiting.
Pressing.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I couldn’t look.
Not up.
Not around.
Just stayed.
Still.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I blinked again.
Eyes full.
Then—
I pulled back.
Just a little.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Half inch.
A gasp.
My lips free.
Saliva dropped.
Down my chin.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That taste—
Still there.
Still burning.
Still sitting.
Still raw.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My chest rose.
One big breath.
Trying to recover.
Trying to breathe.
But—
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Before I could—
He pushed.
Again.
Back in.
Same speed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Two inches.
Same depth.
Same gag.
Same “uhkk—!”
Same helpless sound.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I slapped.
His thigh.
Weak.
Not full.
Not to stop.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Just reflex.
Just my body.
Telling him.
Something.
Anything.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But I didn’t stop him.
Not really.
I didn’t pull him out.
I didn’t run.
I stayed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My jaw—
Still open.
Still wide.
Still aching.
Still obeying.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was there.
In my mouth.
Full.
Alive.
Claiming space.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I wanted to say something.
Anything.
But nothing came.
Just a whimper.
Soft.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Mhhh…”
That sound.
All I could give.
All I had.
Mouth full.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
His other hand—
It came.
Touched my neck.
Side of it.
Held me.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Not kind.
Not cruel.
Just holding.
Just present.
Just there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He stood there.
While his cock—
Sat inside my mouth.
Like it belonged.
Like it lived there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
What was I doing?
Why was I letting this happen?
I didn’t know.
I didn’t understand.
But I felt it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I moved my thighs again.
Soft.
Slow.
Secret.
Checked.
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God.
Still wet.
Still warm.
Still aroused.
Still real.
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Even now.
Even like this.
While gagging.
While crying.
Still wet.
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He pushed again.
One more time.
Small.
Same depth.
Two inches.
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My throat closed.
Again.
Reflex.
Same sound.
“Uhhk—”
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My fingers—
Dug into his thighs.
Tight.
But not to pull.
Not to run.
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I stayed there.
Still.
Still kneeling.
Still choking.
Still obeying.
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That taste—
Still in my mouth.
Thick.
Filthy.
Heavy.
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My eyes burned.
My lips stretched.
My body trembled.
And my body…
My body was wet.
Soaking wet.
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I tried to pull back.
My body moved.
My shoulders leaned.
Even a little.
Just to get space.
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Just an inch.
Half-inch also.
Anything.
Any gap.
To breathe.
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But he didn’t let me.
His hand stayed.
Firm.
Heavy.
Strong.
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On the back of my head.
Fingers tangled in hair.
No pulling.
No hurting.
Just… not letting go.
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Not rough.
Not violent.
Just unyielding.
Like stone.
Like wall.
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I brought my hands forward.
Palms open.
Fingers shaking.
I placed them—
On his thighs.
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I pushed.
Slow first.
Then harder.
Trying to push myself back.
Away.
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But it was useless.
Like trying to move tree.
Like pushing a pillar.
Solid.
Unmoving.
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“Mmghh—!”
That sound came from me.
A struggle.
A groan.
Throat half-blocked.
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That thick head of him—
Still inside my mouth.
Still hot.
Still full.
Still filling me.
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Then—
He started moving.
First slowly.
Then rhythm came.
One movement.
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Not fast.
Not thrusting.
Just a slow glide.
Back.
Then forward.
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He pulled out—
Only a little.
Maybe one inch.
Then pushed again.
Same pace.
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And again.
And again.
Like rocking.
Like tide.
Slow and steady.
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Not deep.
Not rough.
But sure.
Unstoppable.
Soft but strong.
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Each time—
My jaw stretched.
Wider.
Bit more.
Pain growing.
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My lips—
They burned.
The corners pulled.
Like tearing.
Dry skin aching.
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“Uhhhhn—”
Another noise.
From my chest.
From inside.
Helpless.
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That gag—
It teased.
Back of my throat.
In and out.
Like wave hitting shore.
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Every movement—
It tapped something.
Too deep.
Too raw.
Too tight.
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And that smell—
Worse now.
God.
That same thick smell.
It filled me.
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Old sweat.
Dried piss.
Sour heat.
Cotton left in sun.
Pressed against skin.
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It came back.
Every breath.
Inside my nose.
Like poison air.
Sharp and sticky.
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My nostrils flared.
Tried to filter.
Tried to manage.
But it made it worse.
So much worse.
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I could smell it—
The line.
Where his underwear pressed.
All day.
Trapped heat.
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That deep male skin.
Sharp.
Sour.
Hot.
Alive.
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The back of my neck tingled.
But not nice.
Not pleasure.
But shame.
But sting.
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Still kneeling.
Still gagging.
Still holding his thighs.
Like handles.
Like ropes.
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Still wet.
Still.
Even now.
Even this way.
Still wet.
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Why?
Why was I wet?
Why was my body…
Still reacting?
Still giving?
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I tried again.
One more time.
This time pushed harder.
Palms against thigh.
Shoulder twisting.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My body leaned.
Back.
Like escape.
Like breaking free.
Almost.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Almost free.
One inch more.
Just about.
Then he moved.
Different now.
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He stopped.
Pulled out halfway.
Sudden.
My mouth empty.
My lips open.
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I coughed.
Gasped.
Breath came in.
Big and sharp.
Air tasted dirty.
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My lips—
Soaked.
Drool dripping.
Sticky trail on chin.
Wet mouth.
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And in that second—
That breath—
I thought maybe…
Maybe it was over.
Maybe he was done.
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I looked up.
Wide-eyed.
Mouth open.
Cheeks red.
Tears shining.
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“Please…”
I tried to say.
But no word came.
Only air.
Only croak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But his eyes—
Didn’t soften.
Not even blink.
Just fixed.
Still.
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And in his face—
I saw it.
I knew it.
He wasn’t going to stop.
Not now.
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That look.
Quiet.
Fixed.
Heavy.
Not angry.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Something else.
More dangerous.
More certain.
Like stone.
Like decision.
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He was going to continue.
I saw it.
Felt it.
Understood it.
Because—
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I had started it.
I had opened my mouth.
Let him in.
Provoked him.
Dared.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And now—
I was facing it.
Facing what I had asked for.
Even without knowing.
Even without wanting.
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My stomach dropped.
Like falling.
Like something broke.
Down inside.
Heavy.
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Shame.
It came.
Not regret.
Not fear.
Just helplessness.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hot.
Heavy.
Like iron.
Inside chest.
On skin.
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My fingers trembled.
Still on his thighs.
Still clinging.
Still pleading.
Weak.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I tried again.
One last pull.
One twist.
My body leaned back.
One inch.
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His hand—
It tightened.
Quick.
Before I could turn—
Before I could move—
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Thapp!
The sound came first.
Then the heat.
Slap.
Right across my cheek.
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Not full force.
But enough.
To sting.
To stop.
To shock.
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I froze.
Eyes wide.
Still.
Silent.
Breath stuck.
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Heat spread.
Across my cheek.
Like paint.
Like fire.
Red.
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My mouth—
It opened.
Not thinking.
Just reaction.
“Ahh—”
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And that—
That was all he needed.
One gap.
One second.
He pushed.
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Harder.
Deeper.
One motion.
Fast.
Full.
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His cock—
It filled my mouth again.
And more.
More than before.
More than I thought.
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Four inches.
I felt it.
I counted it.
I lived it.
Inside me.
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It hit deep.
Roof of my mouth.
Scratched it.
Thick.
Hot.
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My tongue flattened.
Underneath.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to breathe.
Just hold.
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My throat jumped.
Panic.
Tightness.
Reflex.
Gag.
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“UUHHHK—!”
I jerked.
Forward.
Then froze.
No escape.
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Tears ran down.
Both cheeks.
Steady.
Warm.
Shameful.
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My lips—
Stretched wide.
So wide.
They throbbed.
They begged.
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My chin—
Dripped.
Wet from drool.
From breath.
From him.
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His skin—
Hot in my mouth.
Alive.
Pulsing.
Claiming me.
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Too big.
Too deep.
But still inside.
Still whole.
Still him.
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And his hand—
Still there.
On my head.
Firm.
Holding.
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Not shaking.
Not jerking.
Just still.
Just there.
Just owning.
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And I stayed.
On my knees.
On the floor.
With that heavy, thick dick buried four inches deep inside my choking, soaking mouth.
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