Chapter 4 (Accepting My Position)
All my resistance was gone now, my humiliation only burned more deeply as my desire to be used increased in direct proportion to the level of humiliation. Dave pushed me to a kneeling position on the stage and pulled his cock from his pants. It was hard and dripping with precum as I leaned forward and swallowed it whole, I wanted to feel it all the way inside me.
In the back of my mind I heard the group laugh and call me "the mom whore" and other names, exciting me even more.
My pussy now throbbed and I clawed at it with my fingers, digging deeply inside my body trying desperately to trigger that orgasm that lingered there.
I kept on sucking, I wanted my son's cum to fill my mouth and then my belly. As his excitement (and his cock) grew, I sucked more strongly, drinking all of his precum as well.
His hips now began to hump and I felt is cock now slamming into the back of my throat, I gagged a couple of times and then he leaned forward; grabbing my hair and pushed hard as I swallowed it all.
He kept shoving my face into his crotch as it slid into me. I now mouth fucked his cock and felt it expand more. I followed his cock as he knelt and I was now on my hands and knees, serving him with my mouth and wanting him to fill me. I sucked harder as I felt hands on my bottom, pulling it open. I was not sure what was happening, but I did not care, I wanted my mouth to be filled with his cum.
I felt a knob, yes the head of another cock slide into my sloppy pussy moaned at the pleasure, even as it entered me roughly in one deep stroke and slammed into my cervix it felt good. And then it was gone.