The Local Flavour - Sex Stories

The Local Flavour

... didn’t.’ ‘Then why did you fucking cum in my pussy? I hate it when men leave me all sticky with their shit. Nobody cums in my pussy unless I tell them to. Damn!’ Somewhere in the back of my mind I register the contrast with her earlier statement, when she said she hadn’t been with a man since her husband passed away. But there is no time to ponder. She pushes me down on my knees. Before I know what is happening, she grabs my hair and pulls me into her dripping cunt.’ ‘Suck me out, you slimy bastard. Clean out your mess. It’s disgusting.’ I’m inside her fat cunt brow to chin, in total darkness. Her moist flesh burns on my face, and there is a strong smell of stale piss and something fishy. I feel how a thick glob of slime slowly oozes onto my lower lip. ‘I said suck, you sissy.’ I scoop the glob up with my tongue and suck it into my mouth. It feels sticky and slimy, and tastes slightly of chlorine. I almost gag when I swallow it down. I try to pull my head back to free my airways, but Sara tugs me back into her cunt by my hair. ‘You’re not coming out before you haven’t sucked the last drop of your cum out of my pussy. I don’t care if you choke to death in there.’ The shortage of air, together with the moist heat and the rancid smell of her cunt make me feel dizzy. I’ll faint if I don’t get out of here fast. Feeling my way with the tip of my tongue, I locate the wide gap of her vulva and move my mouth over it. Pursing my lips against the slimy flesh, I suck as hard as I can. A ...

... thick flow of slime slides into my mouth. I swallow it down immediately and continue to suck, until there is no more. Sara lets go of my head and sticks a finger up her fuckhole to check it out. I’m relieved beyond measure when she lets go of my hair. ‘I still can’t believe what you just did. I never felt a thing, for heaven’s sake.’ ‘I said I’m sorry. This has never happened before.’ ‘Now what am I to do? I’m horny as hell and you clocked out even before we got started. Are you a virgin or something?’ ‘N-no, of course not.’ ‘Then you’ve never been with a real woman. A real woman would have taught you how to fuck.’ I don’t know what to say, so I just stare at my feet. ‘Get up. I’ll show you how fucking is done.’ When I stand up, she grabs my balls and pulls me behind her toward the door. For a moment I fear she’s going to kick me out of my room naked, maybe even shout her disgust at my poor performance down the hall for all to hear. But she stops by the door where she dropped her bag when we came in. She tugs at my balls. ‘Sit down on your knees and don’t move.’ I cringe with pain and drop to my knees. She opens her bag and pulls out a black leather dog collar with a shiny metal chain for a leash. Before I have time to gather my wits, she has strapped the collar around my neck. I grab the collar and try to remove it, but she reaches into her bag again and comes out with a small horse whip. ‘Don’t touch that!’ She whips my fingers hard and I withdraw my hands as fast as I can. ...