Backroad Bill

I'd meet Bill on a gravel backroad not far from my small town. Bill would pull out his donkey dick and choke me with it. He'd gag me, call me a bitch and make me lick his ass. His hairy big balls would rub against my face as I tongued his hole.

He'd grab the back of my head and control my rhythm, force me down, skull fuck me and laugh when I gagged and tried not to puke. I loved it. I lived for it. I wanted his thick shaft forced down my throat. I wanted my face covered in spit and slobber as I worked his cock. I wanted him to call me a slut, a bitch, a hole.

He'd push me down onto the front bench seat, rip down my jeans and fuck me bare. I had to come pre-lubed because he would fuck me rough. He wouldn't ask if it was ok, he'd take care of his needs. He'd hold me down and cover my mouth so nobody would hear me squeal. He'd cum in my ass and then make me clean off his cock before kicking me out of his truck.

We did this for 4 years or so until he moved away. I haven't been able to find anyone to fuck me like he did.