I loved it when men got so excited and talked nasty. The thought of sucking his dick outside under the stars was exhilarating.
“No hands. Just use your mouth. Yeah like that!” Carl said.
Carl grabbed my head and slowly began exploring my warm mouth. His cock was throbbing, I could feel the different veins as he continued using my mouth for his pleasure.
He pushed in and out, varying the motion and depth, then suddenly I felt the head of his cock as it began to enter my throat.
I loved giving head and long ago learned that I really got off the rougher it was. Deep throat was a favorite oral pleasure for me and I would often wind up with bruised lips for days.
The lingering feelings of being physically used and controlled for someone else’s pleasure always brought back intense flashes of previous sexual adventures.
Kneeling there on the beach before this arrogant man, I realized that I missed being a slut for other men. It was something I hadn’t enjoyed for many years and it stirred something dark in me. The desire to submit to his will, to do things that other people said were wrong.
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