I felt the soft skin cross my lips again, and I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around my teeth quickly, as he pushed past them. I felt a hand pulling my hair, and his cock moved in and out of my mouth, leaking slightly salty but sweet drops of precome everywhere. I licked as much as I could, feeling pleasure buzz through my vulva when he groaned in approval. It was hard to focus on moving my tongue and smelling the intensity of it all and the immense feeling of the other man fucking me roughly. I tried to block out the fucking as much as I could, letting moans pass my lips when they got the best of me. He tightened his grip on my hair, making me worry I had made a mistake.
“Fuck her harder,” he said between his breaths. “Make her moan more.”
The other man reached around to finger through my labia, pushing his finger on my clit the same way he had done before. The nerves crackled in protest, but the feeling of his fingers moving so rapidly made me lose concentration on anything else. I missed the stinky couch I had rested on before as my knees grew weak, and I moaned louder than I expected.
I felt myself gagging when he forced himself deeper down my throat. He pushed his hips harder and grabbed more tightly on to my hair, then he pulled out of my mouth sharply, and I could hear him moving his fist up and down on his cock.
“Hold your mouth open, slut.” I did as he said without hesitation, sticking my tongue out as far as I could. I hated the black blindfold that prevented me from seeing his face. The muscles in my lower back ached as I held myself still. The harder I breathed, the drier my mouth became. I wanted to wet it again, but I didn’t dare close it.
He shoved the head of his cock into my mouth again, knuckles bumping my check frequently as he began to breathe sharply. I closed my mouth around it, feeling the moisture return.
“Do you want this, whore? Do you like this?”
My pussy was starting to burn from the fingers grazing my clit and rubbing my labia. It wasn’t a bad burning, like that of a paper cut or a knee after a particularly rough fall. It was sweet, magnetic, ragged and thorough, and as it intensified, I began to forget about everything.
The hand pulled away from my clit, and a harsh slap to my ass pulled me farther from the burning and made me instinctively tighten. The man behind me groaned just audibly.
“Answer when I speak to you,” I heard from in front of me. “And keep your mouth where it is,” he added, under his breath, through a few groans of his own.
I tried to form the word yes with his cock in my mouth, but it didn’t come out sounding like anything but a grunt. I felt slightly ridiculous, but the burning began to slowly return. “Yes, what?” he growled.
For a second my mind was blank. Inwardly, I cursed, hoping the man fucking me would slow down a little so I could collect my thoughts. A second slap stung my ass. He pulled his cock from my mouth, grazing just the tip over my lips. From his short breaths, I knew what he was about to do. The burning started to kick in further, and I whimpered.
“If you can’t be bothered to address me properly, slut, you don’t deserve to swallow.”
The man behind me ceased thrusting suddenly, causing the burning feeling to plateau. It felt good having him in me, but it didn’t do any good unless he moved. I heard his breaths coming shorter, and I wanted to tear off my blindfold. Now that I could think, I combed my head for the proper way to address him. Just as the idea popped in, I felt warmth falling down my lips and smearing my chin and cheeks, and I felt my pussy clench lightly. He spread the warmth across my face everywhere but inside my mouth as he caught his breath. The man behind me pulled out and pushed in again, grabbing my hips harshly and resuming a quicker pace. The burning came back almost instantly, making me moan loudly. The other man still had my chin cupped in his hand, fingering the drying come on my face.
“You moan so well,” he said through what I knew was a smile. “You’ve had a lot of practice, haven’t you? Tell me…do you come as well as you moan?” He pulled my chin up a little higher, leaning to whisper in my ear. “Are you going to come for me? Are you going to be a good little slut for me?”
Without giving it a second thought, I muttered, “Yes, Officer.”
I could feel fingers slipping down toward my clit again, and I knew it was over.
“Good little slut. Come for me then.”
The burning intensified sharply, running from my clit up through my body, coming out of my mouth without a sound. I heard the man behind me groan loudly as my pussy clenched forcibly. I held my breath, concentrating on the echoes of pleasure vibrating through my body like the deep bass of a loudspeaker. The man behind me pulled out while the man in front of me murmured, “Good little slut, come for me,” making my pussy clinch even harder.