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More Than I Bargained For

... pushed his hard cock in my mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around the shaft as he continue to push it in. He then grabbed my head with both of his hands, one on each side as he began to forcefully thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. He just held my head tightly in his hands as he bucked wildly fucking my mouth with abandonment. He would pull it out till just where my full lips encapsulated the purple head of his cock then ram it in till the head smashed into the back of my mouth till it pushed its way down my throat as his tight balls banged off my chin. I could do nothing but take it, as he used my mouth for his pleasure. It was going in and out of my mouth so quickly that my excess saliva was pumped out of my mouth by his rigid cock. My chin was coated with my own saliva as it ran down my chin. Then suddenly he stopped pumping my mouth. He clenched my head tighter between his hands as I felt the head of his cock pulsated and as it began to spasm. I then felt thick globs of his cum shoot out every time the head of his cock flared up, quake and spit its salty thick sperm in my mouth. His cock finally finished dumping its cum in my mouth. I knew he was finished as his grip on my head loosened. He pulled his softening cock from my mouth as I looked up at him. “You’re a good little bitch.” That was all he said, and with that he tucked his limp cock in his pants and walked into the bar. As for me, I stood up, and pulled my skirt down feeling suddenly exposed and used. I ...

... stood for a moment as I tried to reason what all had just happened. I could hear them inside the bar laughing as I heard them talking. “What a good little slut she is.” “You mean a good cock sucking little slut,” as I heard them laugh. “I wanted to tit fuck the bitch, but once she wrapped those lips of hers around my cock, I just let her go to town.” “A perfect little cum slut. Big tits, tight ass, pouty lips and loves to suck cock.” “She must have swallowed a quart of cum today.” The last thing I heard through their laughter was, “Nothing better than treating someone who dresses like a slut, acts like a slut, a slut.” I have at times often contemplated that last statement. Did they know that I was a crossdresser? I lean to the side that they did not know because of the element that I placed myself in. If found out, it could have been much, much worse. Yes, it was much more than what I bargained for. It was my own fault to the position I put myself in. Yes, I went with it because I believed I had no choice. I would not jeopardize my safety again. Did I enjoy myself at the time? Yes. I still enjoy the memory of it, too. When I finally decided it was time to leave, I could still hear them laughing as I opened the door of my car and sat down. I looked at myself in the mirror. My make-up was wreck. I still had cum on my face and forehead and globs coated strands of my hair. My blouse was stained with more than one man’s cum. My jaw was sore as was my throat. It was the most assorted ...