Straight Male / 50
When I was much younger, I used to frequent a brothel. I knew most of the girls there were either runaways or drug addicts or had fallen on hard times in some way or other. I used to pay the guy who ran the place a monthly retainer so that I would get first chance with any new girls.
I never wanted sex, only oral. I used to watch as the struggling girl had an o-ring type restraint (if it has a proper name, I have no idea what it is) that would keep her from closing her mouth or biting. Then, if she was really putting up resistance, they'd tie her to a chair. I used to love the look on their faces as I stood in front of their chair, unfastened my pants, showed them my erection and they realised what was about to happen. Then I'd edge forward, hold their heads so they couldn't turn away, line myself up for entry, and watch the look of horror in their eyes as my penis disappeared into their mouths.
They would be literally wild-eyed as I gently moved back and forth, feeling their moist tongues start to bring me to climax. Then....blam! Jet after jet of hot slimy semen splattering against the back of their throats. God how they retched and gagged, writhed and bucked as I came. And I would never withdraw until I was satisfied they'd swallowed the lot. If they tried not to swallow, I'd hold their noses so that they couldn't breathe, and refuse to let them go until I saw it go down the hatch. Then I'd put the stopper in the o-ring so that they couldn't spit out any remaining dribbles of cum, sit on the bed and wait until I was hard and ready to go again.
It was a rare one who didn't start crying as they saw me firming up, ready for action again. Then it was out with the bung, in with the dick, and slowly start the old in-out again as they sobbed. The second time, I'd generally not cum so hard, so a lot of it was dribbled onto their tongues. I've often wondered what it tasted like. When I was finally unable to go again, I'd always look them in the eye and congratulate them on their new life. You could almost see something die behind their eyes and they realised it was going to be night after night of cock, cock and more cock for the forseeable future. God I miss those days.
I never wanted sex, only oral. I used to watch as the struggling girl had an o-ring type restraint (if it has a proper name, I have no idea what it is) that would keep her from closing her mouth or biting. Then, if she was really putting up resistance, they'd tie her to a chair. I used to love the look on their faces as I stood in front of their chair, unfastened my pants, showed them my erection and they realised what was about to happen. Then I'd edge forward, hold their heads so they couldn't turn away, line myself up for entry, and watch the look of horror in their eyes as my penis disappeared into their mouths.
They would be literally wild-eyed as I gently moved back and forth, feeling their moist tongues start to bring me to climax. Then....blam! Jet after jet of hot slimy semen splattering against the back of their throats. God how they retched and gagged, writhed and bucked as I came. And I would never withdraw until I was satisfied they'd swallowed the lot. If they tried not to swallow, I'd hold their noses so that they couldn't breathe, and refuse to let them go until I saw it go down the hatch. Then I'd put the stopper in the o-ring so that they couldn't spit out any remaining dribbles of cum, sit on the bed and wait until I was hard and ready to go again.
It was a rare one who didn't start crying as they saw me firming up, ready for action again. Then it was out with the bung, in with the dick, and slowly start the old in-out again as they sobbed. The second time, I'd generally not cum so hard, so a lot of it was dribbled onto their tongues. I've often wondered what it tasted like. When I was finally unable to go again, I'd always look them in the eye and congratulate them on their new life. You could almost see something die behind their eyes and they realised it was going to be night after night of cock, cock and more cock for the forseeable future. God I miss those days.
