Fucking My Tight Mouth

POV: VALENTINA

My saliva coated his thick length as I worked my small hands up and down the hot shaft. The friction felt smoother this time. He let out a low, rough groan. The raw sound proved my touch pleased him.

"Use your fucking mouth, already."

His large fingers tangled deep into my wet hair. He yanked my head downward without warning. I lost all ability to form a rational thought. If I had an ounce of sense left, I would have pushed him away. Instead, my lips parted on instinct. I opened wide to take his thick cock inside. The sheer size of him stretched my lips until my jaw ached. Pain flared along the corners of my mouth, yet a deep, undeniable itch sparked between my thighs. My pussy throbbed with intense heat. The aggressive intrusion of his heavy length past my lips made me horny beyond belief.

"You little slut have a tight mouth, don't you?"

He pushed my face down further, burying his hard shaft deeper into my mouth. I choked a little, struggling to accommodate the massive head. He grunted in dark approval and pulled my face back just enough to let me breathe.

"How small is your mouth, slut?"

His demanding voice sent streaks of heat straight through my core. I grabbed the base of his thick cock to steady my body. I extended my tongue and swirled it over the sensitive tip, tracing the cold metal piercing set into his warm flesh.

"Fuck! Suck on it... Yeah, lick it and suck it like I know you fucking want to!"

I loved the musky taste of him. I loved the heavy weight of his cock pressing down on my tongue. The raw friction made my pussy clench and weep. I let my tongue glide down the underside of the thick veins. A soft moan slipped from my throat.

He shifted his muscular stance above me.

"You are getting off from sucking my cock? Naive but slutty is just about perfect. Get those hands to my balls and play with them."

I obeyed the strict order, sliding my right hand down to his groin. I cupped the heavy sacs and stroked them gently. He threw his head back with a guttural roar. I moved my mouth back to the thick head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the slit, then opened my jaw as wide as possible. Even stretching to my limits, I could barely fit the tip.

He yanked my hair again, pulling my face away. I gasped and winced at the sharp sting. My pussy instantly grew slicker in response. Wet juices soaked my underwear. I gloated in my mind. My pathetic ex-boyfriend had constantly called me frigid. He was so wrong. I was not insensitive to a man's touch at all. I just needed the right man.

The stranger stood up to his full height. His white towel stayed forgotten on the floor. He stood before me like an arrogant, dominant god. I tilted my head back and stared up at his rock-hard length. My saliva gleamed over the thick veins. He stepped closer, closing the distance between us. He swung his hips and deliberately smeared his wet cock directly against my flushed cheek.

"I want to fuck this tight mouth of yours and spread those lips myself. Beg me to do so!"

I froze for a fraction of a second. I wanted him to do exactly that, but my mind scrambled for words. He did not tolerate hesitation. He swung his heavy hips again and ruthlessly slapped my face with his thick cock. The dull smack echoed loud. My breath hitched. The degrading strike turned me on beyond belief. He slapped his heavy length against my other cheek. The last shreds of my dignity evaporated.

"Please fuck my mouth." I moaned the desperate plea up at him.

"That plainly? Were you properly taught, slut? Who am I? Who do you fucking want to fuck your mouth?"

I looked at his massive, dripping cock and let the filthy words slip past my lips.

"I want daddy to fuck my mouth."

"Perfect. Daddy's little sub."

He grunted his dark approval. He stepped in close, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved his thick cock past my lips. He rammed the heavy length straight down my throat. My body shuddered with raw pleasure. My panties dripped wet with warm juices, pooling sticky heat between my thighs.

He slammed his cock in and out of my mouth without mercy. He fucked my face with deep, bruising thrusts. My eyes rolled back. I clung to his firm, muscular thighs just to keep my balance.

"Is this just how tight that cunt is too? Ease up for me, slut. Your mouth is fucking too small. Ease up for daddy."

My nipples tightened into hard peaks against my shirt. The continuous degradation pushed my arousal over the edge. Every time he called me a slut and thrust deeper, my core clenched around an empty ache. A thrilling, twisted realization washed over my lust-addled brain. Being called a slut and treated like one by a dominant stranger was my ultimate kink.

The sharp click of the front door unlocking shattered the heavy, lustful haze.

I scrambled backward in a panic. I pulled my mouth away from his wet cock and gasped for fresh air. We both froze as the doorknob turned. The stranger lunged forward, snatched his discarded towel from the floor, and wrapped it securely around his towering, heavily aroused frame.

"I will get back to you," he promised in a low, breathless growl.

I scrambled to my feet. Standing up only highlighted our massive size difference. I was five feet seven inches, but this imposing man towered over me at six foot four.

"Val?"

Mum called out from the entryway. She flicked a switch on the wall. Bright living room lights flooded the dark space, blinding me for a second.

"Mum."

I forced an awkward, shaky smile. I tucked my wet, messy hair behind my ears, praying the heavy strands would hide my flushed face. I stood there panting softly, trying to control the erratic heave of my chest.

"Val??"

The stranger echoed my name aloud. He turned to face me. His sharp features twisted into an expression of sheer surprise. He stared at me like the ground had just opened up beneath his feet.

I braced myself for my mother's screams. I expected her to panic at the sight of a half-naked, towering man standing in our living room with her disheveled daughter. Instead, Mum beamed brightly at him.

"Yes, Mr. Dragos. This is Val, my daughter. I see that the both of you have met already."

"Fuck."

He muttered the rough curse under his breath. He ran a hand over his face, his jaw tight with unspoken tension.

Mum noticed his tension. Her bright smile faded into a stern, scolding expression as she turned her eyes on me.

"Is there anything wrong? Were you rude to him?"

I clamped my lips shut, unable to form a single syllable.

"Don't scold her. She wasn't rude to me at all."

He covered for me without a second of hesitation. His deep voice sounded strained, but he managed to force out the calm assurance.

Mum sighed in relief and turned back to me with a proud smile.

"Oh, I am glad. Val, meet Mr. Dragos, your father's friend who has been helping us out for years."

My eyes widened in sheer panic. The blood drained from my face, leaving me cold and numb. Horror crashed into the lingering lust still throbbing between my thighs.

The imposing man standing in front of me was not just a nameless intruder. He was the man whose massive cock had just filled my mouth. He was the man who had screamed obscene, degrading words at me and forced me to beg like a submissive slut. He was the man who had left my panties soaked. And he was my late father's best friend. A wave of suffocating dread washed over me as I realized the terrifying magnitude of what I had just done.