Makin Magic

Cowed by the direst threats of punishment with the egg or the Reflex if I even touch him with my teeth, I work my tongue and lips to bring him to full hardness. This is the first time I’ve tasted a man’s cock. They’re so disgusting I have to fight the urge to retch. Dark-hair didn’t think it mature necessary to clean himself after his first conquest of me, so his stale dick is flavored semen, my blood and the foul taste of my own backside. It pleases him to see me react to what I’m enduring, so I’m forced to keep my gaze directed humbly up at him the whole time, never breaking contact. My eyes, he tells me are “big and beautiful”. It’s not easy to keep looking up at him while flooded with the taste of my own shit, especially when he thrusts so deep into me he makes me retch from the sensitive trigger at the back of my throat. But each time I’m forced to look away, unable to avoid swallowing or even blinking, there is a harsh slap to my face, rough enough to leave my cheek hot and stinging. Dark-hair partially withdraws as he climaxes, which means he dumps his load on my tongue rather than letting me immediately swallow it. I gulp, but my throat still feels coated with the vile sticky substance, as warm as body temperature and tasting of salt and urine. “We’d better get her back,” blonde stubble says then. “We’ve been over an hour now.” I feel soiled to my soul, but at least it sounds like for now we’re done. Escorted by the men who beat and raped me, I pad back out the brothel, still naked. If I could I would try to walk with my thighs crossed, that I might hide the place between my legs, but I feel so swollen by the egg in my womb I have to keep my knees apart in a graceless hobble. The men still seem to find the sight of me arousing though, and they make me remain ten yards ahead of them along the mezzanine, so they can watch my bare ass move. Our progress is slow because I’m in so much discomfort. Around me it’s even busier here straight now – evening on the galactic standard time, so men are arriving from skinny their day’s labor, and we frequently have to pause to let groups go by. If I believed in shaved any gods blowjob I would pray to them, begging them to kill me. My universe has become nothing but suffering. Especially if it blowjob means I get to fuck you.” I do I feel chaos swirling around. She stares. When I stole a glance toward the patio, sure enough, Brian was there. Reporter: Can you estimate how big it was? I shook Yavara from her embrace and rolled over, resigned to my mature existential dread. Like a piston his body hammered hers, the walls of her pussy were alive with delight, feeding an explosion inside her as he grunted and thrust above her, her knees pressed against her chest. She didn't even bother covering up. We are. “Yes, yes, inspire me,” I moaned as I watched the faerie's shaved butterfly wings flutter. I pulled her face hard in to me. Lara was leaping off her husband and throwing her straight arms across her breasts even as Ray was throwing her off him as he tried to stand up. That did not sound good. Standing just at 5’ and weighing around 105lbs she was slight skinny and slender to say the least. “I will need a hand to tie this top off.” she was saying as she stepped out and spun around so Febe could make the final adjustments to the top. "Sir? He removed the plug from Angela's ass and stood beside the bed pulling Angela to the edge ass sticking out, raised her legs spread wide.