Heath slaps his cheek. “I said no more fucking words. Now open that pretty mouth wide for me.”
I’m buzzing at the thought of what’s about to go down here, thighs slippery. I’ve never known the dynamic like this between them before.
Josh opens wide and with one hand gripping his cock, Heath pushes slowly into Josh’s mouth.
“Take it all, bitch,” Heath says, and eases his cock further and further and fucking hell it’s amazing, seeing Josh’s throat bulge with the thickness.
“All… the… fucking… way…”
Our idol pushes all the way in until his balls are tea-bagging Josh’s eyes and my fingers slide easily into my wetness.
“Ahhhh,” Heath says, nudging his dick back and forth. “I’ve missed this so fucking much.”
It makes me flinch to see Josh’s throat bulging so bad, his spit dribbling down his cheeks.
Heath glances at me, his icy blue eyes alive. He smirks when he sees my hand up my dress.
“Looks like our horny curva missed this too,” he says and pulls his cock back just enough to allow Josh to take a gulping breath.
“Ready for the show?” Heath asks me and I nod, almost breathless myself as my fingers find my clit.
“Me too,” Heath says. “Lights, camera… action!”
And with that he pushes his cock deep and fucks my boyfriend’s throat.
Heath’s hips piston like he’s out to drive his cock into Josh’s very soul, cutting off his air supply until my boyfriend has to grip the sheets to stay composed, cheeks reddening.
“I was at your fucking mercy,” Heath tells him. “Now you’ll be at mine.”
Josh’s abs are tense and ripped, his knuckles white as he fights the need to protest. Heath uses my boyfriend’s mouth like a plughole, jamming into his throat so hard it’s verging on torture. But it’s beautiful. The passion in the power is stunning beyond measure, and my clit sparks like crazy.
This is why we are hardcorers, me and Josh, because we love it.
This is why Heath is a client, because he’s a filthy bastard, like we are.
I play with myself as I watch them, teasing my clit with my thumb. My eyes are fixated on my boyfriend’s mess of a face as he gives himself up to the full extreme of the onslaught.
Josh will never baulk when it comes to taking what he’s given. He’ll never fight back against a challenge. Heath would have to throat fuck him unconscious before Josh would break.
“It fucking hurt me so fucking bad,” Heath says. “My best interests or not, it fucking hurt.”
I can see from the rage in his thrusts that he’s venting. He’s channelling the pain through his lust.
My empathy blooms. Rejection is savage. Goodwill or not, it doesn’t matter. Josh rejected him. He pushed Heath away with the click of a button.
Heath swears like a bastard when he finally unloads, his hand gripping Josh’s hair as he slams balls deep and holds in position. Josh splutters, gagging as he tries to swallow.
Even through the humiliation and the brutality, my boyfriend is still desperate for more. He needed this as much as Heath. He needed a throatful of cum in beautiful retaliation.
I’m ready for our fuming client to pull out one barbell at a time, keen to see the glistening metal of his piercings covered in cream and spit, but Heath doesn’t budge, just stays balls deep as he catches his breath. Josh’s eyes are watering, his throat heaving as he struggles to breathe, but still he doesn’t protest.
The tension is prickling. The way Heath stares down at Josh’s willing throat gives me goosebumps on top of goosebumps.
“Fuck you, Josh,” Heath says. “Fuck you!”
I don’t know what’s going on at first when Heath leans backwards, his cock still buried deep in Josh’s throat. It’s only when I see the piss spurting from Josh’s lips, bubbling in his nose as it streams down his upturned face that I realise what’s happening.
Jesus Christ!
