Friday, August 23, 2013

Throat standing

After the sucking, the fucking, the being used hard on the floor, my hands pinned over my head in one of his strong hands, then switching to a grip on my hair behind my head and commanding me to come....

After all that he stood up, placed his foot on my throat and pressed down.   The constriction, the subjugation, him standing over me, my life given over to his control entirely...

I was slick, soaked, down my thighs and ass with mingled come and blood.   He told me to come again, and I thrashed and bucked under his foot. I heard myself making choking, gagging noises, and I came harder and longer even than when he was actually touching my cunt, even more than when he was inside of me.   

As I finished shuddering he told me to stand.  He touched my cheek.  My eyes went up to his, dreamy and hazed, as we shared one more brief powerful moment before he went to get ready for work.  


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