16 comments/ 56189 views/ 28 favorites Mel Meets Rick By: kassysissy A group of people are performing outdoor exercises. It's a truly beautiful and serene environment - there is a golden yellow beach not so far off in the distance, the water is still and tranquil and nature surrounds the vacationers - a bright blue sky, clean air, exotic flowers, plants, and trees, the cheerful chirpings of colourful birds. There is chilled out, relaxing music playing ever so peacefully in the background. This would have to be one of the best spa and fitness themed resorts in the world. Not so far away there is a mysterious man looking upon the fitness group, his gaze fixed with a peculiar intent. The group exercise concludes and the people disperse, off to the many luxuries of the resort that beckon them. Most are older or couples, however there is one really young man amongst them who could almost be mistaken for a boy - he looks out of place and unsure of where he is going to next. This is where our mystery man steps in, from seemingly nowhere, and approaches the boy, two cold drinks in hand. "Care for a beverage?" the mystery man asks and offers the boy. Looking up, he replies, "Err, is that alcohol? I don't really drink" "It's a very refreshing and cold drink. You look like you could use one. You seem very uptight, this is a resort after all, let loose a little." There is a moment of pause. "Wait, how old are you?" Hesitant at first, a reply comes once eye contact is made, "I'm 21. You have to be at least 21 to even be allowed at this resort." "Well then, I don't see a problem here," he pushes the drink into the boy's hand. "Umm, thanks." "Hi, my name's Rick." With our mystery man's name now revealed, he extends his hand. "Hey, I'm Mel." ___________ So as I give this Rick guy my name, not wanting to be rude, I awkwardly switch the hand my drink is in and shake his outstretched hand. It's large and meaty and he's got a strong grip, his hand practically swallows mine. We start walking, without any clear direction or purpose. "What brings you here, Mel?" he asks. "Well, I won a competition online for a trip for two to this place, but I didn't have anyone to take with me. I would have just given it to my parents but they are too busy with work." "What a shame. What do your parents do?" "They are archaeologists. They work together you see, they're on a job in Australia at the moment, so there was no way they would be back in time to make use of this free resort trip before it expires." We're still walking, but I don't know where, I'm sort of following his direction. I must seem so small next to this guy, he is at least a foot taller than me, but I'm not exactly overly short at 5 foot 11 which means he is just ridiculously tall. "What an interesting job to work together on. How long have you been here, enjoying it so far?" "This is only my second day here. This place is really nice, but I don't really fit in here." I finally take a sip of the drink he gave me. I don't usually like alcohol, but this is really nice. It's sweet. "You like it?" he raises an eyebrow, expectantly. "Ah, yeah, it's quite nice actually." I realise that I've already slurped down half of it. Oh my... My face reddens a bit, the alcohol taking on a slight effect already. "Good, good. Here, we'll get some more drinks." We're not too far from a bar and are now approaching it. He orders for us both. "One long island iced tea and I'll have a captain and cola." He gives the bartender what looks like a hint of a smile and a wink, but I can't be sure. He hands me the long island iced tea. It's really nice. The glass is curvy in shape, with a slice of lemon and an umbrella in it at the top and a straw. The drink is colourful as opposed to his, which is dark, and unlike mine it's just a normal straight glass with ice and a small lime wedge. I suppose he gauged my taste for drinks and ordered me a drink he thought I'd like. This tastes different to the first one, but I like it a lot too. "So, this is a long island iced tea. What was the drink you gave me before?" "It was a sex on the beach." He states this as if it wasn't strange at all. I blush in embarrassment. "Oh..." It's all I can manage to say. He cuts the silence as we leave the bar and start walking some more. "You seem a bit lost and lonely here, Mel. I've been here many times, often by myself, between business trips. I can show you around a bit if you like." "Umm, sure, that would be nice I guess." It's a bit weird, I don't usually talk to strangers or make friends, but this guy is really friendly and I may as well make the most of this holiday. We veer off into a spa section of the resort, less than a minute's walk from the bar. Each spa is walled off in a wooden style hut, but with a nice view of the ocean, offering openness yet privacy at the same time. "Nothing more relaxing than a good spa, this one here is my favourite," he tells me as his begins to strip. He glances at me as I just stand there. This prompts me to start taking some clothes off too. Oh shit... "Err, Rick, I don't have the right shorts for this." "It's ok, underwear is fine. Stop stressing." He smiles and gives off a bit of a chuckle. Is he mocking me? I can feel the effects of the drinks he's given me - it does make me feel more at ease at least. I take notice of his appearance for the first time now that he is stripped and stepping up to enter the spa. His body is tanned and mostly smooth except for the dark hair on his muscly chest, matching his jet black hair. He is very fit and muscular actually - I find it quite intimidating. He's got the right shorts - sigh. I sense his gaze upon me and nervously I take off my clothes, turning my back to him as I do so. I feel really stupid as I am now in just my underwear, quickly sliding my limp, hairless and pale body into the spa. The spa takes away the height difference between us at least as I sit on a higher level than him. I'm grateful for it, but now I can see his shoulders above the water, they are really wide and I still feel really small and weird. Hmm, the water temperature is perfect and the bubbles are nice, though - the smell of this place is wonderful too - the sensations relieve some of my tension. "Ahhh." He gives off a deep breathy sound of relaxation and pleasure as his body sinks in deeper in the water, his incredibly large arms spread out to either side of him. I take one last sip, finishing off the drink he gave me, close my eyes and tilt my head back, my entire body, arms included, submerged in the water. I've been drunk before, but this is different. I feel dizzy and happy and relaxed, intensified to the extreme. What is it about this place, this spa, that drink... My mind drifts in and out of streams of thought as I lay there, soaking in the tranquility, until the precious moment of silence is interrupted by Rick's deep voice. "Relaxed, yet?" "Yeah," I tell him breathily. "This really is a nice place, and very expensive. I'm shocked absolutely no one came along with you." "Well, I don't know many people. I don't have many friends - none actually." I'm surprised that I admit this to him. "Oh, how come, you are a likeable enough young fellow." "School was rough to say the least. Kids used to make fun of me all the time and I became a bit of a social outcast so it was hard to make friends. They used to call me big butt Mel." "They did?" he asks me and looks at me with a curiosity that encourages me to go on speaking, so I do. "Well, I used to be a bit overweight and have a largish butt, or so I was told. People at school made fun of it. But my back has this arch you see and it makes my butt look bigger than it actually is. Oh, well I do suppose it is a bit big, it still is actually. It's quite annoying. After school I exercised and dieted because I didn't want to put up with comments like that. I ate practically nothing for a while and would do body squats and skipping exercises, easy to do within your own house - I hate going out in public and running or going to the gym, it's really uncomfortable. So yeah, I didn't gain much muscle but I got really slim, actually I probably lost some muscle I think." I'm rambling now, I better stop talking. "Hmm, I could give you a few pointers if you like. I know a few things about this." Obviously he does, look at him - he's a specimen. "It's all about calorie intake. The body requires energy to create muscle so diet is crucial and what exercises you do are important. Squats would probably add volume to your bottom if anything, which is quite funny now given the story you just told me." He gives a breathy chuckle. "And well, different people have different bodies which distribute and remove fat differently. Perhaps your body likes to put fat down there." "Wow, you're really knowledgeable on all this stuff." I tell him this even though I'm taken aback by the body puts fat down there comment. "Not really, when you get to my age you pick up a few things here or there." I just realise now how much older he must be. He looks youthful, but does have an older look about him now that I think on it. My curiosity gets the best of me. "How old are you by the way?" "42." "Man, you look good for your age," I blurt out. I suddenly think of how awkward it is saying that to a guy in a private spa with me. He isn't fazed at all. "Thanks, Mel. I think you've got a good pair of legs on you, I mean, your upper body could use some serious work, but those exercises have definitely done your legs some good." "Oh, thanks... I guess." It feels like a compliment but at the same time it doesn't. But he is right after all - I've got no arms or chest at all, I look like a little boy compared to him. "I still don't buy it. Just because people called you big butt Mel, surely that doesn't stop you from getting friends." He interrogates me further. I feel compelled to answer. "Certain things happened... It all started with this one time after gym class where I was getting changed and someone pulled down my underwear, cut them with scissors and ran off with 'em. I couldn't find my clothes, they were all swiped from under me just moments before and there I was completely naked, my dick was showing and it was pointing straight up to the floor, which was a dead giveaway that I was indeed hard at the time. I was teased and humiliated pretty severely for being so aroused and for having what they called a small dick. I mean, it really isn't that small, it was mainly the angle and lighting in the room and people making up stories, you know." Why am I telling him all of this? I feel so talkative and unreserved all of a sudden, telling a complete stranger such embarrassing things, but at the same time it's great to let go and talk about it all. "That's rough." He sympathizes with me. "Kids can be pretty brutal over petty things." "Yeah," I smile at him. "How big is your dick?" I'm caught off guard as the question takes me by surprise. I am left speechless for a brief moment. He pauses and waits for a bit, I then stammer "Ahh, well, I-it-it's. I've measured it and it's about 5 inches." "Did you measure it properly? A lot of guys don't measure it properly." What the hell is with these questions? Jeez. "I measured from underneath, from the balls to tip." Yeah, that's wrong. You gotta go from on top, so your measurement would probably be under 5. It's definitely small, but things could be a lot worse." Did he seriously just say that - fuck - I feel my face redden with embarrassment. He follows up with, chuckling along the way, "You can still fuck a girl, can't you? Blue eyed, light brown haired, freckled young boy such as yourself - surely you've caught the interest of a few girls." I interject, "Man, I hate these freckles on my nose and cheeks. They make me look so young. I'm glad there are so few of them." He comforts me in that same strange way again. "It ain't so bad. Some people are into that, kiddo. Got any sex stories?" "I've got a few, but they aren't very good." "Go on then." My head is spinning. Girls at school would usually just look at me and giggle, whispering to each other all the time. And just in general, there's this weird, awkward vibe whenever I'm around a girl. I get nervous and they seem as uncomfortable as I do around them. The result is I don't have much of a sex life and very few, really shitty, stories to tell. "Well? I'm waiting..." Oh, shit, right, sex stories. By now I've totally lost all inhibitions and dive head first into another talkative spree. "There was this one time. I was at this huge house party, so many people were there. There was this cute girl and everyone was extremely drunk. I was so off it - dancing like a moron and stuff and she started dancing with me, soon after she grabbed my hand and dragged me into a room where we started kissing and grinding up on each other, it was really hot. I then got so hard and excited that I came whilst we were dry humping. When I couldn't get it up again she got bored and left." He laughs. "Now that's a good story. I don't know what you were on about." I give a weak doubtful smile, his laughter feeling like jabs to my gut. I talk on in an attempt to end the laughter. "This other time, for the school formal I scored a pretty good looking date somehow. Everyone had to bring a date, you see. So yeah, I thought things were going quite well. We ate and talked, had really good conversation and we danced and I even gave her a kiss during a slow song as I held her in my arms. I kept working her and took her to an after party, but then she disappeared. I spent the next 15 minutes looking for her. When I finally found her she was with a guy in the year under me and they were fucking like rabbits, which is when I decided to just go home and forget about her." "What a bitch." I'm glad he agrees with me. "I know, right. So, yeah, that's the extent of my sex stories I'm afraid." "Fuck me, still a virgin then, huh? You've got to get out more." He's right. It's my turn to ask questions. "You married or got any kids?" "I used to be married, but not anymore, too busy with work." He seems so nonchalant about being divorced. He's really close to me in the spa now - I've only just realised, and now his arm is draped over the back of my neck, his hand resting on my shoulder and chest, making subtle movements that see the tips of his fingers lightly touching my skin - it tingles. What the.. Is he fucking gay? Was I not just talking about my past sexual experiences, they were with GIRLS. Neither of us are speaking at this point. A big strong leg comes into contact with my hand accidentally. I can feel his hot breath on me now, but I am looking in the other direction, away from him - I feel too uncomfortable and I dare not look at his face. This situation, all these sensations invoke a stirring in my loins. What the fuck is going on here? My penis is more than soft, I can feel it move and wriggle about in my underwear. Thank god the bubbles of the spa hide this. "What did you put in my drink?" It suddenly becomes clear to me as I ask the question. "Don't worry about it. It's harmless. You were too uptight, Mel. You do feel great, don't you?" "Well, yeah... I do, but..." "But nothing," He grabs my face with his other hand and turns it so that I am forced to face him. He looks directly at me. His face is so rugged, such a strong jawline. His dark, obsidian eyes dominate mine. I try to pull my head away and I move nowhere, he has my head squarely stuck in place, squeezing my cheeks and inspecting my face. I look at him, wondering what the hell he is thinking, bewildered. His hand then slides around the back of my neck, brushing through my hair and taking hold, he draws me in closer to him, his other hand pushing me in at the shoulder end of me, and this is when he kisses me. My lips don't move at all - his lips are the only ones moving about. I mumble, through pursed lips, my protest to this predicament and lift both my arms out of the spa and push at his large chest in an attempt to free myself from this beast. Moving my head back away from him is equally as futile as he has the back of my neck tightly gripped. I'm so helpless and weak, there's nothing I can do. I ball my right hand into a fist and hit his chest a few times and receive no reaction, just more kissing. My penis is now hard for some reason, perhaps it's the sensations of touch - intensified by the drug he slipped me and the alcohol. I keep trying to stop this, but it's useless. I try some more and then I finally kiss him back. I did try - I don't want this but it's no use in fighting any further. I'll give him what he wants - I hope it is over soon. I open my mouth ever so slightly and he massages my lips. He is very deliberate and dominant in where he wants to go with this whole kissing thing, he slips his tongue out here and there, invading between my lips and licking at my own tongue. This is nothing like the way I kissed the girls that I've been with before. He's so into it, so decisive and passionate. I'm flattered by his desire for me - this is so very strange, being kissed by a man, a man much older than me no less. He no longer needs to forcefully hold me by the neck, my head just stays there, my face pressed up against his, kissing away as he slides his hand down my back - oh god, it feels electric - his hand is so large, it traces the curve of my spine down the arch of my back and slips down into my underwear. He grasps one of my fat round cheeks, caressing and squeezing it whilst we kiss. It feels really nice and sexy as he holds me and without thinking I drape my arms around the back of his neck, pulling myself in closer and tighter. Both his hands are now exploring the entirety of my body. I'm getting really hot and flustered, my face burns and my heart rate has increased. It keeps going for a good number of minutes, I lose track and then he suddenly lets go - my heart sinks, not wanting it to end. I quickly snap out of it moments later, shaken up and nervous, I speak in a very cracked and high pitched voice. "I-I'm not gay. This isn't for me. Sorry." I edge myself away from him, putting as much distance between us as is possible in the spa. He smiles and looks at me. I feel sick. "Oh, this isn't for you? I'm the one that ended the kiss, sweetheart. Besides, you're more like a girl, which doesn't make it that gay now, does it?" What the hell is this guy's deal? "Errr, I-I," I stutter, struggling to find my words. "Fuck you, man. This is sexual assault!" It was all the courage I could muster. I had to say it. He is taken aback, shakes his head and looks down for the first time ever. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I've misread the cues and have come on a little too strong, I suppose. Let's not get too hasty and involve any form of law suit or anything like that. I sincerely apologise. Hey, look, I've got a lot of money. If you follow me up to my suite I'll make sure you're adequately compensated." He has changed the tone of his voice and genuinely looks apologetic. Hmm. He did say something about him being a business man before. And adequately compensated does sound rather good - I hadn't even considered filing a law suit. "OK, fine." We quickly dry ourselves with the fresh towels supplied at the spa hut and I put my clothes on as fast as humanly possible. Not a word is spoken between us as I follow him to his suite. I can still feel the effects of the drug he slipped. Wait a minute - he slipped me a fucking drug, what does he mean 'misread cues'. Bullshit! "Well, here we are, come inside for a short moment whilst I get some money." Holy shit, this is the most expensive and luxurious suite in the entire resort. This guy is fucking rich. I follow him inside and he enters a different room, closing the door behind him. Mel Meets Rick The suite is so large - it's majestic, luxury to the nth degree. I'm stunned for a moment, but my head is still swimming with fucked up thoughts. I keep thinking about that kiss in the spa, the way he touched me. It's so shameful and disgusting, but I think I liked it - Ugh, I just dunno what to think anymore. He returns with a big wad of cash in his hand. He is dressed in a business shirt and trousers now - I guess this little escapade is over. It's relieving, but a part of me is disappointed. Is that a bulge in his pants? What the fuck, it's huge. "Alright, I've got business to attend to now. You'll have to get going." "What?" I kind of half object. "You've got business all of a sudden?" I query him with suspicion and disbelief. He gives me a cursory glance, raising his eyebrows and dipping his head, he replies, with a simple "Yes." He steps into my space, right in front of me. He is really close now, looking down at me. "Is there a problem, Mel? I have $10,000 here." gesturing the cash in his hand. I start to walk backwards but he follows me, I can feel his bulge push against me. I keep backing away until I hit a wall in a thump. He stops. "Then take it and get the fuck out." He tosses the wad of cash on the floor right next to me. I look down and drop to my knees to pick it up, wishing he would back off and give me some space. With the money in hand I look up. His crotch is right in my face. The entire space around my head is filled with his lower body - the smell of the fabric of his pants and aftershave, the black colour of his trousers, the bulge... The bulge, it feels so daunting being this close to it now. This is when I notice how it presses against his pants, the fabric barely containing it and revealing his fly, the zipper strained and jutting out, pointing right at me. A part of me is taken by curiosity, mixed with an obsessive compulsive urge to let it free. I have an irrational desire to just unzip it and - what the hell am I thinking? It's... oh fuck, what should I say? Actually, I'll say nothing — it's better if I say nothing at all. I'll just do it. My heart begins to beat a little faster at the sudden realisation of what I'm about to do. Everything happens so fast, my hand moves up to the zipper of his fly and - ZIP! His equipment pushes and bulges through the fly, still contained by a pair of black briefs. Without thinking I undo the button at the top of the fly which then parts the top part of his pants, relieving the bulge in his pants even further, as it drops forward, no longer restrained. Oh my, he was so close that the bulge drops forward and is now literally resting on my nose. Not only my nose, but my chin, my lips and my forehead - it's that large. I jerk my head back a bit but he quickly moves forward and snickers. I move my body backward, so that I am more comfortable and he then backs off an inch - thank god for that. It's so freaking damn huge, I've just got to see it. I yank at his briefs and pull it down just enough so that it pops out. I quickly let go as it slaps me in the face. The slap takes me by surprise - I wasn't expecting it to spring out like that. It... isn't even fully erect, I can tell because it still looks kind of soft. Wait, his cock just fucking touched my face, uughh! What a terrible idea this was. I may as well have a look now, though. It's pointing slightly to the left and really thick, ridiculously thick, and incredibly veiny too. He is uncut and I can see half the head, it's very smooth and pink and glistening and I can see the large slit at the tip of it. Oh my god, his balls are huge, they're shaven smooth and just hang there, dangling about. I look up a bit and see jet black pubic hair, trimmed and neat, but very thick. He grabs the side my head and swings his cock right into my cheek, creating a loud slapping sound. He does it again and again and I yell "what the fuck are you doing, stop it, what the hell, man?" as I feebly attempt and fail at pushing him away. I try standing up but he places a hand on my head and pushes me back down - ouch - it fucking hurts. Not saying a word, he then grabs his cock with his hand and vigorously pumps it and then lets it hang there, on full display. I stop struggling. Looking at his cock sends me into a trance. My eyes widen like saucers. It's long and large and so very, very hard now. The veins encase it, pulsating and alive. I can see his entire head now too, it's centimetres away from my face — it's throbbing and smooth. I don't know why, but after having unzipped his pants and pulled down his briefs, after having seen his cock, I have a sudden and irrevocably deep respect for the man. I can't explain it. His cock, it just demands respect. It's to be admired and revered. Fuck, he knows how small my penis is -- I feel so intimidated, and my cheeks burn as they undoubtedly flush with a bright red as I'm overwhelmed by its presence and size. I don't know how much time has passed. The silence finally breaks. "Well? Do you have anything to say?" he asks of me. I stay silent and pause for a short moment, as I slowly process that he did in fact just speak to me. I nervously stammer, in my state of wonderment, and in a slightly higher octave, "It's... it - is - so, it's so big!" That's it, pathetically, that's all I have to say. It's slowly moving towards me, ever so slightly closer each and every second. I can smell his odour, a strong musk — I can see a clear, transparent white sheen of pre cum on the head of his cock. Everything becomes a blur, everything except for his cock. The velvety tip gently presses against my lips, it's so soft and smooth, it's turgid, it's hard but it's soft at the same time and it's throbbing and I kiss it. I kiss it passionately — I part my mouth and massage it with my lips, tasting him for the very first time, my tongue flickering over it. It's slippery and has a light taste to it, a strange mix of sweet and bitter, but mostly sweetness. It's lovely. The warmth, oh the warmth and hotness of it as I now embrace the entirety of the head in my sticky, wet mouth, it slides along my tongue and I taste his skin. My hand lets go of the wad of cash I was still holding on to. This is all so wrong, it is wrong, I shouldn't be doing this, but it feels so right and I don't know why and I can't stop now. I must explore and have more. He isn't stopping it — why should I stop? He isn't protesting at all. He's hard and he likes it. Am I really pleasing him? This impressive piece of meat is inside me, it's satisfied by my mouth! I widen my mouth and push my head forward and I grasp those strong muscular legs on either side of him. The head grows in my mouth - oh my god, this is just the head - it's so big!! Every extra centimetre that enters my mouth feels like an accomplishment, I don't know why, but the taboo of what I'm doing right now is an unreal thrill. It hits the back of my throat. I'm still short of half way. Panic now sets in at the realisation that I cannot take the fullness of his manhood in my mouth. I choke a bit and am forced take it out. I cough and reassess the situation. It hangs above me, waiting. I look up in awe and then my eyes make contact with his. All in one glance, so much is translated between us, he smirks a sinister smile and gazes at me with judging and knowing eyes - waves of embarrassment, guilt and shame crash over me. I am left speechless and quivering, I want to disappear, but more than that I want to... Without thinking I stick my tongue out and lick the entire underside of his shaft, I open mouth kiss it and massage it with my tongue, wetting his tool as much as I can. And I look up at him again whilst I lick, this time I feel better when I look at him, his lips are pursed and he is smiling, he looks down on me and gives a slight nod of his head. Stupidly and involuntarily, I smile back. I grab his cock with my right hand and am suddenly reminded of my penis, I'm now harder than I've ever been. It's so hard that it hurts. No girl has ever made me like this. But I like women so much - their hair, their face, their tits and ass. This hardness, this feeling is on a whole other level but - my penis is tingling and shaking about and is taught with excitement and tension - yet I'm the one sucking HIS cock. The size of mine to his, the comparison becomes more of a reality with his cock in my hand. His cock points straight out, dipping downwards at a slight angle — the enormous weight of it affected by the earth's gravity, whereas my cock points straight upwards, pointing at my face. This hand of mine has gripped my penis countless times before. The full grip of my hand would cover my entire shaft — I can touch my thumb with my index finger when I hold on to it. This is not the case here, no, it would take more than two grips to cover the length of his shaft and I can't even see the tips of my fingers wrapped around his girth. I feel my face flush even more and I'm taken by very strange emotions I don't quite understand. This is so pathetic and disgusting, what makes me like this - like such a weak, submissive bitch in front of this man, I feel like a little girl and it just further compounds my arousal. It makes feel so small and inferior, yet it only serves to turn me on more. Oh my - there is a wetness in my underwear at the tip of my penis - oh my god -- I'm dripping with precum and it's seeping through, it's never been like this before... I lift his heavy cock up a bit to reveal the balls, those large gorgeous shaven balls. Gorgeous? What makes them gorgeous, fuck... I have access to them now. I lick the sack, oh my, it dangles so low. I take one of his balls into my mouth and suck on it. It's inside my mouth. What a sensation this is. I want more — the other ball can't be left out! I squeeze it in, barely, and my entire mouth is filled. The taste of his skin, I love it. My tongue has a mind of its own as it plays with them in my mouth. What the fuck, I'm suckling on a grown man's balls like it's providing me sustenance, sucking away like a baby would a mother's tit. My little penis tingles and spits its approval. "Hmph, ahem," he grunts. "Time for the main course," he says and grabs me by my hair and lifts his balls out of his mouth. I squeal, stupidly, when his balls are stolen from my mouth. He chuckles and continues, "Relax, bitch." He repositions my head in front of his cock. I look up at him, my eyes glassy and crazed with want and lust. He speaks. "There is no going back after this, cocksucker." I've lost all self control. My eyes water up as I wrap my lips around his cock and move my head down the shaft. He quickly takes control. He's right, there is no going back now. He thrusts hard and pumps my mouth like a pussy, his hand still tightly holding me by the hair, I have no choice in the matter - I have to keep up to his pace. Oh, shit, it's smashing the back of my throat - deeper and deeper. I start to cough and splutter, barely able to breathe through my nostrils. I try to brace myself by tightly grabbing on to his legs and slowing down the pace "Hands off, cunt," he yells at me. It was no use anyway - he is too powerful. I let go, my arms dangling to the side of me. He's using my mouth like a fleshlight. As he overpowers and uses me, with his thick slippery engorged phallus pumping in and out of my mouth, there is a deep swelling in my anus that I've never felt before - my penis is still harder than ever and continues to leak. I can't believe it. I just can't. I... I-I-I I love it. I LOVE sucking his COCK! His grunts get breathier. "This isn't for you, huh? You're not gay?" He laughs out loud. "You FUCKING LOVE it! Don't you, slut. Go on. Tell me how much you love it." I let out a squealy "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" in a muffled scream as his cock still fills my mouth. "Yeah, that's right." "MMMMmmhmmmmm!" I respond. He pulls out his cock now. I gasp for air and cough, saliva is dripping everywhere. "More?" He looks at me with an evil stare. "YES. Mmmoore," I shriek back at him, my mouth quivering as I look back into his eyes. The evil stare becomes a very satisfied grin and he shoves it in deep, deeper than before. I'm barely able to take a big enough breath before it goes back in. My eyes feel like they are about to pop out and drool drips from the sides of my mouth as he fits the entirety of his wonderful cock in my mouth - my nose reaches his pubic hair and is assaulted by his strong manly, alpha male smell. This mixture of pleasure and discomfort is like nothing I've felt before - my eyes roll back in ecstasy. Just as I'm about to pass out due to a lack of oxygen going to my brain he releases and pulls out. I take deep gasps of air, coughing and spluttering once more. He gives me just enough time before sticking his cock back in my wet hole of a mouth. "Take that cock, take it. Grrr." His voice is so manly. He even fucking growls at me - what a beast! "I'm about to cum." He growls again. I try to mentally prepare myself, but it happens all so fast, no more than a second later hot liquid blasts through the tip of his cock, spilling his seed inside my mouth, splashing into the back of my throat and filling my mouth so my cheeks expand and the cum starts seeping out of my mouth. It's so warm and thick, and it has a much stronger taste than his precum - I find it to be an odd mixture of sweet and bitter and salty, but it's so yummy. What a man, he is still ejaculating when he pops his cock out of my mouth. It splashes into my face. I quickly shut my eyes as streams of it jet all over me in glistening white strings. I'm swirling the cum in my mouth, I swirl it all around and savour the flavour before I go on to swallow it. I swallow everything I can, but bits are still dripping from my mouth onto the floor - there is too much of it. "Open your mouth." I open my eyes and look up at him. I stick my tongue out. He squeezes his cock and the last droplets of his cum drip down on my waiting tongue. I stick it out even further. My tongue is still sticking out many seconds after he is done - What has become of me? - He gives his cock back to me, which I gladly receive and suck dry. "Good girl, Melanie." He pats me on the head and gives an affectionate stroke of my neck as I look up at him. He leaves the room. What? It's over? I can still feel the sticky goo all over my face. This is real man juice and I milked it out of him. As stupid as it sounds, I feel proud of myself whilst I indulge in the reward of my efforts and gather up, salvaging, whatever is left of his seed on my face with my fingers and lick them clean, slurping up every morsel. Here I am. Left alone in the room, horny as fuck and shaking uncontrollably. I spit into the palm of my hand, release my penis from the saturated underwear and start rubbing. What the hell just happened? What have I become? I think of Rick and his powerful cock and masturbate like never before. PART 2 COMING SOON...