Chapter #4Her 12-inch cock. by: weirdo   Khloe’s painfully erect cock leapt out of the confines of her pants, causing John to immediately recoil. Of all the horrors he expected to find between Khloe’s legs, he wasn’t quite expecting to find a dick, let alone one as big as hers. It was as long as John’s forearm, and it had girth to match too. Khloe was also sporting golf ball sized testicles, as well as thick, bushy pubic hair that engulfed the base of her cock. Much like the rest of her body, Khloe’s shaft was glazed with sweat, and looked (and smelt) like it hadn’t been washed in weeks, maybe even months.
“Like what you see?” Khloe taunts. “You’ll like it even more when it’s buried in your throat.”
John’s blood runs cold.
“N-no way. I don’t w-want to do this.” John says meekly.
“Well it’s a good thing what you want doesn’t fucking matter then.” Khloe says furiously. “You’re going to suck my cock, and you’re going to fucking enjoy it, got that bitch!?”
“Remember John, you’re getting an awful lot of money for this.” Mia chimes in. “So do what she says will you?”
I really don’t want that foul dick anywhere near my mouth, John thinks to himself, But It’s this or be kicked out onto the streets.
“And put some effort in, or you’re not getting paid.” Mia added.
Reluctantly John inches forwards, grabs Khloe’s dick with his right hand, and begins stroking it. He then presses his mouth against the tip of her cock and starts licking it, swirling his tongue all over the head. After 30 seconds of stroking at licking, John tilts the dick up and starts running his tongue up and down the underside of Khloe’s dick.
“Is that it?” Khloe asks. “You’re going to have to put more effort in than that, whore.”
Despite Khloe’s aloof appearance, she was having a hard time staying composed. Khloe was a virgin, and the only pleasure she’d ever felt before came from jerking off. So to have someone servicing her, feeling their hot breath and wet tongue smother her cock, was insanely arousing.
In response to Khloe’s (faux) blowjob-apathy, John began vigorously stroking Khloe’s cock with one hand and caressing her balls with another. At the same time, he buried his face into her hairy crotch and began licking and sucking around the base of her dick, bathing Khloe’s crotch and pubes in saliva, while her heavy pot belly rested on his head. The taste was nauseating, and his nose and mouth were filled with unwashed pubic hair, but John knew it was worth it when a couple soft moans crept out of Khloe’s mouth.
“There’s a good cock-slut,” Khloe says softly, “now put it in your mouth and suck it.”
John obeyed, withdrawing from her crotch and opening his mouth. He slowly moved his head forwards, filling his mouth with thick cock-meat. His jaw was already aching from having to accommodate the girth of Khloe’s shaft, and he’d only managed to fit the head in. John bobbed his head back and forth, trying to get enough of her phallus in his mouth to appease her, but could only fit in about 4 inches before he started gagging. Khloe was growing impatient.
“Deeper… Go deeper you fucking slut…” Khloe whispered, clearly agitated and in need of release.
John tried desperately to fit more in, fighting his gag reflex as hard as he could, but it was no use. There was no way he could even fit half of the immense shaft in his mouth, let alone the rest of the sweat-coated shlong.
Khloe had reached her breaking point. With both hands, she clutched John’s head with an iron grip, before throwing her pelvis straight into his face. It was near instantaneous, and shocked John who was now gagging and choking on the impossibly thick and lengthy cock. His esophagus, stretched out by Khloe’s dick, squeezed and squirmed to try and resume its original shape, yet only succeeded in pleasuring the member. Khloe let out a guttural moan while John was suffocating, tears streaming down his face and into the thick pubic bush currently invading his nose. He tried to escape, placing his hands on Khloe’s thighs and pushing, punching, slapping her, but she wouldn’t budge.
After 10 seconds Khloe pulled back, removing her shaft from John’s abused throat, but leaving the head of her cock still in his mouth. John was just happy to breathe again, but that was short lived as another thrust came barrelling towards him, filling his throat with cock-meat once again. Khloe’s heavy ballsack slapped against his chin, and his face was once again buried in grimy pubes and fat. Khloe withdrew her cock once again, and then plunged it back into John’s throat.
“Fuck… Your throat… It’s so fucking tight.” Khloe gasped, struggling to get out words between moaning and gasps for breath. “This… This is what you were made to be… a… a cocksleeve… a living fucking fleshlight.”
John could barely register Khloe’s derogatory remarks, he was focusing solely on breathing, sneaking in short breaths while his throat wasn’t being filled with a fat dick.
“I-I’m about… I’m about to cum!” Khloe shrieked. “Take it you fucking whore!”
She slams her pelvis against John’s battered face one last time, harder and deeper than ever before. She orgasmed, letting out a deafening moan while pumping copious amounts cum down John’s throat. Stepping back, she removed her cock from his mouth and held his head back with one hand, and with the other pumped her cock violently over his tear-stained face; Thick strings of cum shot out of Khloe’s shaft, coating John’s face in her fluids and filling his agape mouth with her spunk. She let go of her victim and he collapsed backwards onto the floor. Khloe stood above him and squeezed the last of her cock-juice onto John’s face and body.
“Y’know, I was expecting that to feel good, but I wasn’t expecting it to feel that good.” Khloe says, visibly pleased at John’s performance. “You’re a great cocksleeve”
John is dazed from the whole ordeal, and simply lies on the ground and tries to recuperate. He swallows the bitter-tasting cum Khloe had shot into his mouth, and wipes the spunk out of his eyes and nostrils. How am I going to walk home looking like this? He thinks to himself. John sits up and turns towards Mia, who’s still behind the camera. Why is she still filming, aren’t we done?
“Hey, can I get something to wipe all of… This… off?” John asks Mia.
“Huh? We’re not even close to done yet.” Mia responds.
John’s heart sinks further than he thought was possible. He turns around and notices Khloe sitting on the mattress at the far end of the room, now completely naked. She was erect already, stroking her cock and eyeing him over.
“B-b-but I… I can’t… I can’t handle anymore” John mutters pitifully.
“If you want that money, you’re going to have to handle some more.” Mia says sternly. “If you quit now, all that choking, gagging and crying, all that cum you swallowed, it would’ve been for nothing. Is that what you want?”
She was right. John had already weathered a sloppy facefuck, he could probably handle a little more abuse. After all, if he doesn’t get that money, he’d likely die starving, cold, and alone on the streets. John got up and wiped as much spunk off his face as he could, then walked over to Khloe.
What was in store for him next?
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