“Polish my dick, boy.”
His mind quickly flitted to our safe word, wondering if he’d hear it in his mind if I thought it.
“Don’t worry, sir.” I took in as much of his cock as I possibly could, coughing and gagging and spitting up, but holding firm on keeping as much of the length deep in my throat as possible. “I’m far from breaking.”
He smiled down at me, savoring the warmth of my mouth. He caressed my neck, then pushed me back, pinning my head against the bed and angling himself to shove his thick dick down my throat with ease.
“Guess I’m gonna have to put in a bit of extra work, isn’t that right, boy?”
I gurgled in response, which only further aroused him. He didn’t want to hear my thoughts in the moment. He wanted to hear me gag on his cock.
“Don’t worry, baby.” Emiliano bucked harder; his thighs smacked against my face as he wedged his cock deeper. “I’m gonna loosen that throat up real nice.”
Holding me in place, Emiliano spent several minutes face fucking me. I took the brutal pounding down my throat, begging with gagged pleas for him to finish. It thrilled him, made him ram against me faster and harder, choking me until his thrusts became erratic.
“I’m gonna cum.” He groaned. “You want my load?”
I gurgled in response, my glossy eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
“Fucking take it.” He slammed his dick down my throat, holding it there.
It twitched, and Emiliano moaned. Suddenly, a warm spurt hit the back of my throat, and he slipped his dick out, releasing a second spurt on my tongue, and unleashing the rest of his load onto my mouth and chin.
“Fuuuuuck.” Emiliano rubbed the head of his cock against my face, smearing his load everywhere.
With the release, the world came back into sense, and I noticed Milo again. He had Vanessa in doggystyle, fucking her fast and rough, while he yanked her hair back. The pair was entranced in their own pleasures.
“On the bed.” Emiliano snapped his fingers, ordering me up.
As I stood, he stopped me, running his fingers over my cum covered face, and bringing them to my mouth. I sucked his saltyfingers clean, and this continued until he’d wiped away his load from my face.
“Good boy.” Emiliano kissed me, savoring the swap of spit and cum in our locked lips.
Without warning, he shoved me back onto the bed and climbed over me. Using telekinesis, he spun me around, so I faced Milo and Vanessa’s direction. When I looked up at them, he shoved my head down into the mattress and rested his big hand on the nape of my neck. The weight and force kept me obedient.
“Time for your reward.” Emiliano kissed my shoulder, giving me light pecks as he worked his way down my back and reached my ass. Spreading my cheeks with his hands, Emiliano went to work licking my hole.
I shuddered, sinking into the pleasure of the warm bathing. Each stroke of his tongue left me hollowed out, replaced by a calm satisfaction. He’d poke into me, testing me, and return to sweet kisses before running his tongue along the length of my crack.
“Damn.” I moaned, unable to stop shaking. I trembled at his thorough, precise work, basking in the ecstasy of this rim job.
I turned into puddy, letting the work fade away, barely registering Vanessa’s breathy panting or whimpers of pleasure.
When Emiliano had finished working me over, he grabbed a bottle of lube and heavily readied my hole. He ripped open a wrapper, and he slipped on a condom.
“Ready for this?”
I nodded.
He slid in slowly, stretching me further than I’d ever experienced.
“Oooouurrgh.” I groaned, clawing at the mattress to no avail.
“Relax,” Emiliano teased with a sharp thrust.
“Oh, fuck.”
“It’s not even all in, baby.” He slapped my ass, squeezing my cheek. “I can still see plenty of meat.”
