Mark Couldn't Get Enough of My Ass

I couldn't help but bite my lower lip as Mark pulled down his boxers and held his dick to my face.
My tongue wet my lips and met his head at the tip of my mouth. I pursed my lips around it and gave it an obedient kiss. I could see his shaft disappear and feel it making its way down my throat. Then Mark withdrew, grabbed me by the chin, and looked me in the eyes.
He moved his hand up his shaft, squeezed out a long string of precum, and used his thumb to smear it across my lips. It was thick and glossy, and it tasted of him--like salty coconut water with a dash of dominance and masculinity.
The taste of his precum made me weak in the knees. If I could, I would drink it from his cock all day long. I licked the last bit of it off his thumb when he slapped my face, held my head up again, and commanded me: "Ready to give me some pleasure?"
He's so good at rhetorical questions.
His thumb was still in my mouth. Before I could moan out an "Uh huh," he grabbed me by the back of my head with both hands and pushed his cock into my mouth. All I could do was keep it wide open, find a way to keep breathing, and try not to choke.
He slid it in, then out, and then back in, testing the limits of my throat, going deeper and deeper until he reached the very back of it. He held my head to his crotch and made my gag on all 11 inches of his dick. My gag reflex kicked in, my throat clenched his dick, and I gasped for air.
My eyes were watering. His dick was throbbing inside me. I was drooling out of the corners of my open mouth. He was moaning from pleasure. I felt like I was about to pass out as Mark kept my head still and pressed his big, cum-filled balls against my chin.
He pulled it out and held it right there in front of demetevler escort my face. I was breathless. Depraved. My saliva was dripping from his shaft down his balls. I looked up at him again, slurped it up, and took his balls in my hand.
I swallowed his cock down to the hilt and squeezed his balls. I felt more of his precum trickle down my throat.
Mark interrupted my blowjob again and slapped his cock repeatedly against my face. "Stand up," he said. "Pull your thong down and bend over on the couch so I can fuck you."
Whenever I'm over to his place, he turns off the A/C so it's no longer cold inside. It gets so hot, I have to strip naked and move around wearing nothing but a thong. When he wants sex--and he wants it all the time--he looks at me with lust, slaps my ass, and holds my cheeks apart.
Mark's such an animal sometimes, he rips the thong right off my ass. But, today, he was in a different mood. He didn't want to submit me; he wanted me to obey him like his private boy bitch.
I slid my thong down, spread my legs, bent over the couch, and arched my back for him. I could see his hunky reflection on the TV. He let a thick glob of spit fall from his lips and it dripped down the crack of my ass.
His spit almost made its wall to my balls when he caught it with his index and middle fingers and worked it into my hole.
His left hand grabbed my balls like a bag of marbles and a third finger slipped inside me. He wrapped the fingers on his left hand like a ring around my balls and stretched my sack so far forward, I smeared strands of precum on the couch.
His fingers started making a "come here" movement and hitting against my prostate so hard, he'd dikmen escort lift my ass up with every stroke. I felt tingles in my body. Chills went up my spine. His fingers were gliding over my prostate, rubbing it like a clit, making me squirm and squeal like a teenage girl getting tongued for the first time.
I was in paradise. I wanted to keep being a good boy so I could live there forever.
But I had to earn it first.
He withdrew his hands and put his cock at the opening of my gaped, spit-dripping asshole. As if he hadn't made me feel like a big enough of a slut, he put his thumbs on my hole and pulled my cheeks apart.
I felt his thumbs going in. He pulled them apart and they spread my hole open even wider. I screamed from pleasure and pain as he gaped it as much as he could, prepping it for his grand entrance.
His thumbs let go.
My heart was racing in anticipation of the giant cock he was about to slide into me.
The tip of his cock touched my hole as it made its way in. My ass embraced Mark's head, then clenched around his girthy shaft as I pushed my body back against him and he pressed his crotch hard against mine.
Inch by inch by inch, his cock worked its way in my asshole. It was wide, veiny, and as hard as a glass dildo. It felt endless... and I didn't want it to end. I shake and moan as Mark's cock rearranges my insides, turning the inside of my ass into his sex toy.
I reached down to start stroking myself and my hand felt the outline of his cock through my tummy. He had shoved it in so deep, it had reached halfway through my body.
My hand grabbed my cock and started moving up and down the shaft. My shaft was glossy and gooey from elvankent escort all the precum that had leaked out of me. All 11 inches of Mark's piece started sliding in and out, leaving my asshole gaping, my dick leaking, and mouth salivating, and my body craving it harder, faster, deeper.
Mark's grip around my crotch tightened and his thrusts intensified. I could tell he was close. I felt the veins on his cock bulging on his dick, teasing the inside my anal walls.
At entry, his head would rub against my prostate, which send shivers through my whole body. When he'd slide his shaft inside me, hiss balls would slap against my ass and I'd feel so full, I'd beg him to never again take it out. But he wouldn't listen and he'd take it out, leaving my ass wide open and my stomach empty. So I'd want his cock inside me again, filling me up to the brim.
Mark's fucking made me cum through my ass. I shot streaks of white, watery cum all over his couch. My ass gripped his shaft so tight, he grunted out like a caveman, thrust it in as hard as he could, and started filling me with his warm and sticky semen.
My hole quivered and my tummy fluttered as his cock sent stream after stream of cum gushing down my insides, splashing back and forth as he continued to thrust his piece in and out, taken over by the urge to unload every last drop from his big balls inside me.
It was like I had a cum hose up my butt with the tap turned to full blast. He must have left a cup or two of his cum inside me before he finally withdrew. His cum was dripping out my ass. It kept coming out, running down my balls, drizzling down my shaft, pooling on the floor in a puddle. It was so thick and clumpy, I could hear it falling like rain drops on a roof.
I felt like a total slut. This was the third time he had fucked me today. My ass was gaping and I could barely walk without leaving a trail of cum drops behind. And yet I still wanted more.
"I'm horny as fuck," he said. "Don't wash up; you're lubed up already. Come to the balcony with me and sit on my dick while I have a smoke on the loveseat."