Swallowed Romane & Geschichten

I gagged violently and tried to twist my head away, but he held my jaw in a relentless grip. “Swallow it,” he growled out, his chest heaving from his release. “Every fucking drop.” I had no choice. Squeezing my eyes shut, tears still falling, I swallowed. Each heavy gulp felt like a direct betrayal of my soul. I thought it was over. I was dead wrong.

"Swallow it all. Leave nothing behind. I want to see your throat move." Tanner didn't move until he saw the woman swallow the last drop. Once he was certain she had swallowed everything, he smirked and helped her rise from the floor.

As he ejaculated, he moaned louder. When he slowly pulled out of my mouth, I finally regained control and swallowed every drop of his cum. I didn't mind swallowing it .I expected to taste something from his juice, but it's just slightly salty and sweet at the same time. "Fuck! I said don't swallow it." Wayne seemed to panic when he noticed I had indeed swallowed it. He knelt in front of me, his face displaying surprise and concern. I smiled playfully. "I don't mind it. Like I've said, it's precious too."

Smack dab in the middle of her good china sat her beloved’s tongue, raw, sliced thin, and swimming in a pool of blood. She crawled on the floor, her hands and knees sloshing through a fetid swamp of steaming vomit. Her stomach clenched. She swallowed and then swallowed again. Her hand, dripping with sick and splattered with chunks of half-digested tongue and bits of cheese and cracker, pressed against her lips, closing her mouth. But it was no use. She gagged, her throat opened, another geyser of yellow and red shooting down her front and onto the carpet. Exploding from her mouth. Squirting from her nose. Tears burning her eyes

Sia knew that she had to eat now, she couldn't do anything. She started to eat, she took one bite, it was tasteless, feeling like vomiting. She started to swallow without chewing it. Tears came in her eyes, every bite made her feel like vomiting but she was still swallowing it.

I sank down slowly, gagging softly as it touched my throat. I started off slowly, but then I started moving faster. I bob my head up and down using my hand for the place my lips could not reach. I could hear the noise of my gagging and his groans as he took my hair in his hands. I went faster as he controlled my head. I slowed down swallowing him whole as I gagged.

"Now you suck." She tried again, with little more success. I put my lips at her ears, whispering. "When he's at the back of your throat and you feel you can't go any further without gagging, swallow and go down a little more, swallow again, and keep swallowing. Swallow more, swallow harder. That's the trick. Down you go, now swallow. A little more, back up, grab a deep breath, back down, swallow twice; get more of him down. That's another inch right there. Better Whore. Another breath, take more of him this time. Swallow, swallow, swallow. One more inch and you've got it."

"Is it true you couldn't deep throat two weeks ago?" I pulled off his stalk, nibbling the tip. "It's true, Master. Nor would I swallow Master's cum. I found it distasteful, not the taste itself, but the slimy texture of it. It felt thick and gooey. On only the most special of occasions could I force myself to swallow." I sucked the crown again. "What the fuck changed? Isn't it the same now as it was then?"

I swallowed around him, savoring his taste as his grip tightened in my hair. A deep groan rumbled through his chest as he thrust deeper, the smooth skin of his length sliding against my tongue. My eyes fluttered closed, losing myself in the sensations as he pulsed and spilled down my throat. Warm fingers stroked my cheek. "Swallow," he commanded, his voice husky. I obeyed, swallowing every drop he gave me. As I did, he slowly slipped from between my lips. A shiver ran through me at the loss of his heat.

I choked, the vile concoction scraping down my throat, burning as it went. Every agonizing gulp was punctuated by a harsh gurgle as I tried to resist. My body convulsed, but they held me still, forcing me to swallow every last drop. The metallic tang lingered, coating my tongue, a physical reminder of the poison I'd just ingested.