Chapter 2 - Cuckold Cruise

He was impressed and said, “Good girl, you’ve been practicing. But you have a long way to go. When I’m done with you, I expect to feel my balls on your chin and all of me down your sissy throat. Is that clear?” I gave as much of a muffled agreement as possible with him filling my mouth to the limit. I felt a sharp stinging slap on my face. “Look at me when you suck a real man’s cock, Sissy.” I obediently looked up into his eyes as I continued sucking him. With each inward stroke he held my head and pressed deeper inside me. I couldn’t help but gag on him but he seemed to like that. I concentrated on stroking his hardening shaft and hoping to get him to cum quickly but I’d witnessed his incredible stamina with my wife so I resigned myself to being impaled on his cock for a long time. He fucked my mouth for at least fifteen minutes but it seemed like hours. I could tell by the wet line of my saliva how far down his shaft my lips had reached and was amazed when he pulled out that I had taken nearly half of him. He rubbed his hard cock all over my face but my relief was short as he pushed back into my mouth and continued to fuck my throat faster and deeper each time. I frantically stroked his shaft and swirled my tongue around his head on the outstroke. I tried hard to relax my throat and let him in. I could feel his thick round head stretching my tight throat with each stoke and popping in and out of my esophagus. He treated my throat as his pussy and I had to little time to breathe between thrusts of his massive organ. My attentions finally paid off because just as my wife stepped out of the bathroom, I felt him stiffen and grunt as a torrent of his thick semen gushed into my mouth, most of it pouring straight down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed but it just kept coming. Some of it escaped from the sides of my mouth and ran down my chin. I pulled back and licked his sweet cum off the shaft and scooped thick, creamy pearls from my face into my mouth.