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Veronica's Cockslut

... but still nervous, Taylor took the massive cock in his hand. He opened his mouth as he moved toward it. The cock smell hit his senses. He let his tongue lick the underside of the huge head, and could feel it hardening and growing, and instinctively he began to move his hand up and down, feeling the rigidity, the sheer width and wight of the thing. He opened his lips around the head and began to let his tongue taste the cock.

Now it was full hard, and Taylor opened his mouth wide. He was ready for this. He took his cock down to the back of his mouth and let the saliva build. He bobbed up and down a few times, then pressed forward, feeling his throat open around the massive cockhead, and pressing through as it squeezed against the walls of his throat. He took it deeply and held it there, hearing deep breathing from above.

"Good girl" said Veronica.

Mr Don took Taylors head in his hands and pushed him a little deeper. He held him there a moment, then let him move back to take a breath. Then, again Taylor went down, and back, and down, beginning to start a long, smooth rhythm of perfect deepthroat on Mr Dons massive cock.

Mr Don took off his shirt and stood up. "Up here" he ordered, patting a long section of the sofa that had no arms or back. On of the guys had been sitting there, and as he stood to move out of the way Taylor saw his pants were undone, and they slid down revealing a huge black cock. The man was stroking himself. In fact, all of the men had taken their ...

... cocks out, all big, black and hard, and were touching themselves as they watched.

Taylor got onto the sofa on all fours, and Mr Don stood in front with his cock ready. He went to throat him again, and Mr Don took charge of his head. He began to fuck Taylor's throat, and while he began with some restraint, soon he was simply holding his head and fucking his skull like it was an object. His body pounded into Taylors face, and saliva ran out of his lips and hung in long strands from his chin.

Taylors training proved essential. He had become used to some discomfort, and had learned to anticipate the pleasure that would follow. Soon he became aroused at the degradation he was experiencing, and his little cock tried to harden but quickly gave up. Instead, his ass began to tingle in anticipation of being violated. All the while, Veronica watched. She sat back on the sofa saying nothing but was incredibly aroused, her large nipples stiff under her shirt.

Mr Don finally grew tired of throatfucking and pulled away. Taylor sat back, breathing heavily as eyeliner ran down his face in slutty tears. Mr Don moved above him and pushed him onto his back, then took his fishnetted legs and held them back over his head, positioning his cock.

Veronica popped up quickly to intervene, taking a bottle of lube from a draw in the coffee table.

"Just a second, honey," she said, moving between them. She squirted lube onto Taylors ass and Mr Don's cock, slathering it with her hand.

"We ...