Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 36
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 36 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
I stumbled out of the bathroom after relieving myself. I wanted my bladder empty so I didn’t make that kind of mess on the bed. Brad, still conflicted and confused, was next to use the facilities. That left me temporarily alone with a very smug and horny degenerate.
“Ha ha,” he laughed, pressing me up against a wall. One of his hands wormed its way between my legs and stroked my wet pussy. “I thought you were a slut before, but GOD DAMN! You are in another league...”
I groaned as my excited snatch dripped over his fingers. Despite my drunken state, I was excited to keep going. Nothing else matters but sex and pleasure. I didn’t want to deal with anything else, even if that meant submitting to the devil himself.
He continued, his voice a low, angry growl inches from my face. “You’ve given me blueballs all night, and now you’re gonna reap your reward. Luckily, I brought a pill of my own, so you’re gonna earn your pay and I’m gonna make it worth my while, Daddy fucker.”
His head lowered and I felt him lick my neck, starting at my clavicle and moving all the way up to behind my ear. It tickled but was also super creepy, sending confusing shivers down my spine.
He whispered his last words in my ear, as the sound of the toilet flushed in the bathroom. “Awake or passed out, your ass is mine, slut.”
I pressed my pussy against his hand, hitting my clit. “Get me off and I won’t care.”
The bathroom door opened and Brad walked out. He looked at the two of us, me pressed against the wall with Tucker’s hand on my pussy and didn’t seem to know what was going on. I didn’t yell or even look upset, but Brad must have been concerned.
“Everything ok here?” he asked.
“Just making sure she’s warmed up,” Tucker replied, letting go of me.
“It’s all good ... who wants to go first?” I stumbled my way to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed with my legs open. I still held onto the now mostly empty third bottle of Vodka Ice. I don’t know why, but I just felt I needed to finish it at some point. Brad, though, reached over and pulled the drink from my hand and put it on a side table out of my reach.
“Who does go first?” asked Brad.
“It’s your show man, what do you have left in the tank?”
“Enough. But you’ve been waiting, so I’ll let you have at her. Just ... don’t hurt her. I don’t feel good about this as it is.”
Tucker dismissed his concerns, “Nah, she wanted this. You heard her, even before she started drinking ... let’s just have fun here, ok?”
As I listened to the two men discuss who was going to fuck me, I couldn’t help but get aroused. I was wasted out of my mind, but the idea of these two taking turns on me again was a thrill. I’d spent too many days and nights lately looking at the pictures from last time wanting to feel the same raw perverted feeling again. Now here I am again, in that same bedroom with the same two guys, only this time surrounded by cameras recording it all. To top it off, I’m numb to any shame or embarrassment that would usually have come from being in such a situation. I am free to do whatever and to have whatever done to me.
Tucker showed Brad how to use the camera system and the portable ones, then moved over to me on the bed. His hands reached out and pulled me up from the bed. I stood on wobbly legs, needing to hold onto Tucker’s shoulder for support, which he was amused by. He grabbed my head and pulled it to his, our mouths met in a quick sloppy kiss. As he pulled away, he said teasingly, “You don’t have any rules tonight.”
I must have been referring to my original rules I made him follow on our first encounter. I was trying to understand what he actually meant when he jerked the shoulder I was using for support away from me causing me to fall to the ground.
“HEY!” Brad said angrily, nearly dropping the camera.
“Sorry, she slipped,” he said before looking down at me with false concern. “You ok? Well, while you’re down there, might as well take off my jeans and suck my cock.”
I didn’t argue, I just scrambled onto my knees and started clawing at his pants. It took a minute to get my uncoordinated fingers to work the button and then the fly, but soon I was able to pull them down along with his boxers. He stepped out of them, his cock standing out hard and proud. He was going to get what he wanted from me while also proving him right. Everyone had a price, even me.
I gripped it at the base, right above his balls and lifted myself so my face was at the same height. I opened my mouth, ready to accept what was offered. As the head passed my lips, he twisted his hips and his cock slipped from my mouth. Before I could protest, he turned the other way and slapped me hard in the face with his cock. It might have hurt if I could actually feel pain, but thanks to the alcohol, I don’t.
“I thought I said not to hurt her,” Brad said, raising his voice, but I replied before Tucker could.
“I want it. Aaaanything he wants to...”
Tucker knew he had free reign to use me as he wished, which was music to his perverted ears. He pointed his cock back at my open mouth and shoved it in all the way. I choked at first, not expecting it. My eyes watered and I started coughing, he had to pull out until I recovered enough to go again.
“Be ready this time,” he commanded. I sat ready knowing what was going to happen. He grabbed the back of my head, my hair still up from the shower, and shoved himself right into my throat. It went in without issue, my nose buried in his thick tuft of pubic hair. He held me there for just long enough that I had a hard time breathing, then pulled most of the way out.
“Yeah, you are a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
As I tried to respond with a mumbled mouthful, he shoved my head back down onto his cock. He laughed when I looked up at him, my eyes wet with tears and my mouth full of his prick.
“What’s the matter? No snippy comebacks?” he mocked me as he started fucking my face. They were slow, agonizing strokes pulling almost all the way out, leaving just half the spongy head in, then pushing the whole thing in till there was nothing left.
It was deliberately slow. A way to torment me, knowing it was hard to breathe each time he sunk down, blocking my airways. He wanted me to know he was in control, not me. This wasn’t even about him getting off, at least not physically, it was to send a message. He wanted to break me, to humiliate me. I just wanted to be used, feel good, and forget about my life.
Snap!Snap!Snap! Fingers snapped in front of my face, which brought me back to reality. I looked up past the fingers to the person controlling them. Tucker’s eyes blazed with furious contempt. He didn’t seem to like not being the center of my waning attention. He wanted full focus, thereby full control over me.
“Don’t pass out on me yet, cocksucker,” he said with a malicious laugh before thrusting harder into my face.
He was going so fast and deep that I couldn’t do any of the things I usually do when giving a blowjob. I couldn’t lick the head of his cock or slurp the underside. It took a little of the fun out of it, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he enjoyed it quite a bit.
“Fuck, you have a sweet mouth,” Tucker groaned after another couple of minutes. Tears streamed from my eyes and joined the spit running down my chin. I wasn’t crying out of sadness or anything, I was numb. No, it was mainly my difficulty breathing and my nose bumping into him over and over.
“ ... but I think I want that tight cunt now.” As he said that, he ripped his cock from my throat, slapping my cheek with it once for good measure. It left my cheek wet.
He helped me to my feet, as I had difficulty standing on my own. He moved me to the bed, where I managed to crawl to the center alone, while he took off any of his remaining clothes. I was now back in full view of all the cameras that circled the bed.
I lay on my back, my head titled to the side to see what was going on around me. I watched Brad film me with the camera, moving around clumsily trying not to hit any of the other equipment. While Brad is good in the bedroom, it’s evident that Tucker is a better cameraman.
My attention was drawn back to the bed, when I felt someone climb beside me. A hand groped one of my small tits, made even smaller from being on my back. Rough fingers dug into the tender flesh starting from the outside and pulling outward till it reached my nipple. The fingers then pulled on them with all fingers, sending a bolt of pain shooting through me. He then groped the other with the same hand.
“I always love small titties ... feels so young,” growled Tucker through his clenched teeth. I felt his other hand on my stomach at first, but it moved quickly down my body to the V between my legs. His hand pressed in, and pushed my legs apart, two fingers then ran along the length of my slit from my asshole to above my clit.
“Still wet. Good. No one likes a dry snatch, it chaffs too much.”
I didn’t know if Tucker was talking to Brad, or me, or just acting for the camera. All I knew was my pussy was hungering for some action. It needed to be filled. I needed to be fucked. I needed to lose myself in the moment to forget my problems. And I wasn’t going to be choosy who that was.
Tucker shifted, changing positions on the bed, then rolled me onto my side. I felt him grab my leg and lift it up straight into the air. I didn’t know what he was doing, I’d never had anyone do this before.
“Get in here tight, like a good close up of me putting it in her,” said Tucker, directing Brad’s shots. It was like I was not even there. Just a prop on a movie set. I wish I could understand why that turned me on, to be dehumanized like that, but it did.
Brad moved in with the camera pointed right between my legs, one laying flat on the bed, the other lifted to a ninety-degree angle. Tucker straddled the lower one, a leg on both sides, and pressed the head of his cock against my slit. He let go of my lifted leg, letting it rest on his shoulder as his hands fumbled between us to guide his prick to its target. It didn’t take long, and he entered me just enough that it wouldn’t slip out.
“Now’s when the fun really begins,” he said, right before thrusting himself fully into me. I groaned loudly, finally getting what I needed.
It felt weird, feeling him in me at such a strange angle. It hit a different spot inside me than any other time I’d had sex. When he started thrusting, slowly at first, probably to make sure it didn’t fall out, I moaned at the strangeness of it. After he gripped my raised leg with both hands and jackhammered into me, I knew he was onto something.
“I think she likes it!” laughed Tucker as he pounded roughly into me, as I withered and moaned beneath him.
“Fuuuuckkkk ... mmmmmeeeee...” I cried out, reached down to stroke my pussy with a free hand. Tucker, though, slapped it away.
“Nah ah ah, bitch ... your pussy is mine, not yours. Guess you forgot that.” Tucker was playing with me again, the same way a cat plays with a cornered mouse.
He slammed his prick in hard, really hard. I cried out when it stabbed against the wall of my pussy, it felt like a punch rather than a pinch. Yet, after a second or two, it felt good.
His hand reached down and squeezed my tit hard, pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger. “You’ve got potential, but you still have a lot to learn. I’ll teach you.”
I didn’t have a moment to respond when he furiously began pounding into me again in earnest. He wasn’t holding back at all. It was full force, and as fast as he could. I squealed, a sound not dissimilar to a pig. I was rolling in the muck of my own life, fucking a pig had turned me into one, too.
Low on breath, Tucker couldn’t help but use the little extra air he had to mock me. “You like your new Daddy fucking you? We’re getting this all on camera slut ... and I’m just getting started. Now cum ... cum for the camera.”
I was a puppet and he was pulling my strings. As soon as he said it, I felt it deep in my core, building quickly and powerfully. The constant drumming of Tucker’s cock in my pussy was too much. I didn’t last long.
“Oooooooohhhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkkk!” I cried out, looking directly at the camera Brad was holding. My body exploded, but it wasn’t the eruption I was hoping for. My thirst wasn’t quenched. I needed more.
“Good little slut. Obey your Daddy,” Tucker managed to say. He was sweating and breathing hard, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Cum ... me...” I tried to say, but my words failed me. I too was struggling under the rapid fuck-session of Tucker’s.
He groaned and I expected to feel him thrust deep and plant his seed in me, but he had other plans, other humiliations.
“Not yet,” he growled, then reached for something I couldn’t see from my position. I looked at Brad, hoping to get a hint, but he looked confused as well.
After finding what he was looking for, Tucker yanked his prick from my pussy abruptly. He jerked his cock with one hand while holding something clear in the other ... a bottle. My drink bottle.
He made a throaty growl and pointed the head of his cock at the opening of my drink. Seconds later, his thin white seed shot forth mixing with what had remained of the Vodka drink. Most made it inside the glass bottle, but some missed and dripped down the outside. When he was done, Tucker held still. He was red faced, and breathing heavily. His cock in one hand and a cum-filled bottle in the other.
I sat up, as best as I could, and looked at the scene between my legs. Tucker saw me and grinned his slimy grin, then held out the bottle to me.
“Drink.”
“But you could have-” he silenced me with his hand, but I was going to say he could have just cum in my mouth. He must have thought this would be more humiliating. I took the bottle.
“All of it.” His words were short and cold; orders, not suggestions. I brought the bottle to my lips, looked from Tucker to Brad, and tilted it to empty the concoction down my throat. The taste was gross, but the mouth-feel was worse. It was watery, bitter, and slimy all at the same time. The alcohol made the cum congeal or something and reminded me of those drinks with the floating shit in them like tapioca or whatever. I coughed when the bottle was empty, the inside still partially coated with a white residue.
“Very good.” Tucker patted my head like I was his pet. “At least you know how to obey.”
He stood up and turned to Brad. “Your turn, I kept her clean for you. Figured you should dump the first load in her, since it’s your night or whatever. Here, gimme the camera. Don’t want her to cool off.”
Brad looked uncomfortable as I watched him crawl on the bed beside me. His dick was hard, but it didn’t seem like his heart was in it. I didn’t know if it was my drunken state or my emotional outburst earlier that killed his mood, but I wasn’t going to take it lying down. I had to cheer him up and I knew the perfect way.
I shimmied closer to him, our bodies touching as I reached out to stroke his cock. At first, he looked like he didn’t want me to, but he never stopped me. I leaned over and kissed his neck, trying to tease him to brighten up. I did get a little smile from him when my mouth moved down his body and took one of his nipples into my mouth. That got the desired effect when he moved his hand to my pussy and started fingering me. It was a start, but I wanted more.
I flung my leg over his waist and climbed on top of him, his cock pressed right between my lower lips, splitting it like a hot dog in a bun. I rocked my hips backwards and forwards, watching his manhood appear and disappear between my legs. It was like a game of peek-a-boo with sex parts. It felt good, too, when my clit and his cockhead collided.
“Want me to ride you, cowboy?” I managed to say as I reached between us to slip his cock into me. I was soaking wet, thanks to his grinding on me, so it slid in easily.
“Ride me. Ride me hard, Jane,” Brad groaned. When I lifted my hips up and then down for the first time, I had to keep my hands extended and planted firmly on his chest to keep from falling over, but it still felt really good. I realized that I’m usually not on top enough for how good it feels. I’m usually on the bottom or taken from behind. I made a mental note to ride more cocks in the future.
A “Ride’em slut girl!” came from Tucker standing off to the side with his camera in one hand and his prick in the other. He was stroking it to keep it hard, readying himself for another round with me when Brad was done. I was going to be passed back and forth between the two men, just like last time. The thought excited me and I ground my hips on Brad’s cock, making small circles with my pelvis and grinding my clit on him.
My small tits bounced on my chest as I rode him, and I could feel them flopping around with my movements. I don’t know why, but I hoped they looked good on camera. I’ve heard the camera adds ten pounds. Maybe it would add some size to my chest, too. There were already enough stationary cameras recording. I kind of wished Tucker would drop the camera and stuff his cock into my mouth, and just go crazy.
I rode Brad for a good while, long enough that my arms started to hurt. They were the only thing that kept me upright. When Brad tried to reach up to cup my breasts, I moved one of my arms out of the way and lost balance, faceplanting onto his chest. Brad shifted a bit and I suddenly felt him humping up into me as I pumped down on him. The sound of our wet flesh slapping together filled the room. If I’d been in my bedroom hearing this when I was young, I’d likely have my fingers buried in my pussy.
“Fuck me, Brad. Fuck me like a dirty slut!” I groaned, as another orgasm ripped through me. I was getting lost in the lust again. I didn’t care who was feeding me the cock, just that I was getting served.
Brad replied, “You’re not ... ah fuck it. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” He must have decided to just roll with it at that point. That’s all I wanted. No love. No sweet talk. Just bodies slapping together. It was easier. It was simpler.
“Yeah, fuck that’s hot,” Tucker called out again from the peanut gallery. He seemed to like that his friend was giving up his touchy-feely crap, and just going with the carnal lust. After a little while longer, Brad called out that he was close to cumming. Tucker moved his camera right behind my ass for a closeup of Brad busting his nut inside of me. I made sure it was going to be a good one.
“Cum in me, Daddy. Cum deep in my pussy.” -Brad let out a loud groan and thrust his cock hard up inside me. I was still down on top of him, my chest pressed against his. When he came, he held onto me tightly, his arms wrapped around my back, as I felt his cock twitching. I knew he was blasting ropes of cum deep into my pussy, some of which was soon leaking out and running down his shaft and over his balls. When I knew he was finished, I dismounted him, with more cum oozing out of me, and crawled down his legs. I looked at his cum-covered prick and balls and decided to clean them.
Opening my mouth, I inhaled his still semi-hard cock to swallow any remnants of our sex session, tasting our combined fluids. I licked the base of his shaft clean like an ice cream cone. When there was nothing left, I bent down lower to suck his balls clean. They were kind of hairy and wet from sweat and leaked pussy juice, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I was determined to clean up my mess. As I was bent over though, my ass and pussy were lifted up into the air. It must have been a tempting target for Tucker, because I felt him grab my hips and pull me down hard onto his stiff cock, slamming deep into my cum-coated cunt.
“Oh yeaaaah!” groaned Tucker as he started fucking me hard from behind. “I’ve got to give it to you, Brad, you lucked in with this one.”
“Why’s that?” asked Brad, who was still enjoying my mouth cleaning up the mess around his cock and balls. I’d just licked clean a small pool that had formed below his belly button when I first dismounted him. It was a little harder to get to some of the leftovers, with my body bouncing on Tucker’s dick.
“Cause this cunt’s still tight and she’s desperate for more.” He laughed before adding, “Any chance I can lease her from you ... Yuki would love a toy for herself.”
Brad didn’t seem amused. “She’s not my slave and she’s not for sale.”
Tucker laughed again, “Well, you’re half right. She might not be a slave but ... she has a price, don’t you fuckdoll?”
SMACK! SMACK!
I felt the palm of his hand land hard against my ass twice as he continued to roughly use me for his own twisted pleasures. My ass was still sore from Brad’s prior spankings, but the alcohol numbed some of the pain. Tucker was loving this. I didn’t know if it was the sex or my broken morals he loved fucking more. In his mind, he’d won, which was the biggest turn on for him. For me, all I was feeling was cock in my pussy. That’s all I wanted and could think about.
“OOooooooOOOoooo” I howled like a dog when I came again. They were coming more frequently now with only a brief window in between. My body was burning and I was sweating like a pig. A lot of that had to do with the lights set up around the bed, but the constant sex didn’t help matters. Tucker only cared that I was wet. He didn’t care where from, as he thrust himself into the sticky mess his friend had left inside me.
Now mostly clean, Brad shimmied away from under me and left to get a drink. That left me alone with Tucker and his whims. A hand reached out and pulled the elastic from my hair that I’d used to keep it up, my hair fell loose over my shoulders and back. I felt a weight shift as Tucker leaned over my back.
“You look better with your hair down.” I could hear the mocking sneer in his voice. He moved a hand down my side and around to my chest to grope one of my hanging tits. “I wonder what you’d look like in pigtails. You’d have handlebars for your head,” he chuckled to himself while he pulled on my breast. It felt like what I’d imagined a cow felt being milked, only I was dry.
“Whatever,” I said back. I wanted him to shut up. I’d given him what he wanted, I’d admitted my sluttiness. I just wanted to drown myself in the feeling of fucking.
He didn’t like that answer. I felt something grab my hair and then my head was painfully yanked backwards so hard I was jerked upright. My back was pressed into Tucker’s chest as he continued to fuck me hard from behind, and he wasn’t about to let up.
“Don’t be rude to a customer. Remember, I’m paying for this. What would Crystal say if she heard you talk that way in the store?”
I struggled a bit, but I didn’t have the coordination to fight back. Worse still, I felt a thrill at the way he was manhandling me. Through the fog of my brain though, I did register what he said as a potential threat. I didn’t know if he was serious, but he could get me in trouble with Crystal. I decided to apologize.
“I’m sorry,” I said meekly.
“That’s right, you are a sorry excuse of a whore,” he laughed. “Now where was I?”
I knew he wanted me to answer. “My hair. Pigtails.”
“Oh right. Good slut.”
He released his grip on my hair but wrapped his arms under my armpits to hold me upright in that position. His hands crossed over my chest and latched onto a breast each, like a handhold. They weren’t even a handful, but they seemed to do the trick. He was now thrusting up into me at another different angle, which hit another new spot in me. For all his grossness and perversions, he did know what he was doing. I was building towards another strong climax, and he knew it.
“Yeah, I bet you’d look cute in pigtails,” he continued from his earlier thought. “Put you in your little St. Augustus uniform, and you’d still look like a freshman.”
“You don’t remem- Ouch!” he pinched my breasts hard.
“Talk out of line and I will punish you. Got it?” he growled in my ear. “After we met, I looked you up in the school’s records. You were cute then too. Not as outgoing or sexy as the other girls, but you had your charms.”
I said nothing. I didn’t want to feel his wrath again. I couldn’t see where Brad was. I couldn’t see if he’d come back into the room, and there wasn’t a floating camera hovering around us. I didn’t expect him to protect me, I had accepted my fate tonight as Tucker’s whore, but I just felt better knowing he was around.
Tucker continued, “Poor social skills. Lacks enthusiasm. Introverted. Those were a few things written in your file. If they could see you now, huh?” He laughed at his own joke. I tried to focus on what mattered to me and zoned out to the rhythm of sex. With a pinch, he brought me back.
“Don’t space out on me, either. Yeah, you were a cute girl, now turned into a cute slut.” His lips moved to my ear so close I could feel his breath on my earlobes. “Would Daddy like to see you in pigtails? Maybe if you dressed up in your little uniform, he could relive the days when you were his little girl and not a filthy slut who craves his cock. Or maybe he’d finally fuck you like everyone else does.”
His words set me off. My body tightened and I cried out, my climax hitting harder than any other so far that night. I felt a chill run up and down my spine and my muscles spasmed. If Tucker hadn’t been holding me upright, I’d have fallen over onto the bed; reduced to a quivering mass of throbbing flesh. This seemed to amuse him greatly, as he fucked me even harder. I’d pushed him toward the edge, too.
“Yeah you want ... Daddy’s approval ... don’t you,” he groaned, his hands kneading my tits hard. I suspected they’d leave marks or bruises for a couple of days. “Now ... you get ... other men ... to fill that void.” From how his words were broken up, I knew he didn’t have long. I was right. “I’m ... gonna fill ... that void now ... Daddy’s girl...”
I felt him tense up, his hands were crushing my tits so hard I flinched. He lodged his cock inside me and began unloading his balls inside me, adding to what remained from Brad earlier. It was my second load in my pussy that night but certainly wouldn’t be the last.
When Tucker finished cumming inside me, he pulled out abruptly and let go of the hold he had on my arms. I flopped over, my face hitting the soft bed, while my pussy leaked his load onto the bedsheets below. I stretched out and rolled over onto my back, taking a moment to catch my breath and see what was going on around me. Brad was there, a beer in his hand, looking down on me with a mix of pity and shame. I didn’t need either of those things. Tucker had left the room to get a beer of his own. He held it when he returned a short time later.
“She’s primed. I can feel it,” said Tucker between swigs. “How much do you have left?”
“Not a lot,” replied Brad. He looked tired. We’d been going at it for so long I’d lost track of time. “Can you take the next one?”
“Sure, I’ll suffer another ride,” laughed Tucker. “I’ve got an idea for later, if we can’t get her to pop, and I want you rested.”
“Ok, thanks. I think she’ll be happy if we can get her to squirt,” Brad said, still looking down at my sweaty, cum leaking body. For me, I still wanted to make Brad happy by squirting for him. It was his last request for the night, and it was something to focus on. Anything beyond that, meant thinking about my life after this, and I didn’t want to do that. Here, I could just be a plaything.
Tucker moved around the bed, almost circling me like a shark, until he reached my face. He looked down at me, upside down from my perspective, and grinned his creepy smile. He’d come up with another plan to fuck with me.
“Looks like it’s you and me again, sweetheart,” he crowed.
I didn’t say anything. I was tired. I didn’t know what time it was or how long I’d been going at it since I arrived at eleven. The alcohol and my mental state made it so I didn’t bother to check. I just waited to see what he was going to do with me. His hands tucked up under my arms and pulled me to the edge of the bed, my head hanging off. I let it drop and I was looking at the world completely upside down, which was how I felt it was already.
“Since you’re a student, I’m gonna teach you something new,” he said malevolently. He was really getting off on the teacher-student thing. I felt the blood slowly pooling in my head. I caught sight of his still mostly hard cock, still somewhat wet from fucking me a few minutes ago. It was crusted in drying cum and my creamy cunt juices; a mix of two different cums and my own lubrication.
“Open wide,” he commanded, positioning himself in front of my mouth. He slid the slimy, sticky gross cock over my face leaving a wet trail, just for his own amusement. Because I was laying upside down, it started at my forehead and slid upwards between my eyes and then nose before stopping at my lips. I obediently opened my mouth, and he slid it in, but he didn’t stop until it was lodged in the back of my throat.