Simon Jillson - Driven To Depravity

Her tongue was hot and exciting as it bathed his cock. The feel of her probing his urethra, the narrow tube along which his urine and his semen exited, sent a rush of fire through him.

Judy pursed her lips and lowered her mouth to the erect penis.

Carefully, she circled the point of his cock with her lips, then drew her head back, molding her lips to his phallus. Lowering her head again, she took more of his organ into her mouth, and drew back a second time. He both tasted and felt different from her husband.

Bending forward again, she took another inch of his phallus in between her jaws. She pressed her tongue against the underside of his organ, massaging the nerve-laden triangle just beneath the cap. She swirled her tongue around the pulsing, hot shaft of living flesh. She pumped her head on it, fucking her mouth with McCarter's towering, quivering sexual organ.

Judy took a little more in her mouth with every pump of her pretty head. Finally, when she felt her throat knot up, she stopped. Circling the base of the prick in her mouth with her fingers, just below where her lips were, she began moving her head in a steady fucking motion.

She pushed and pulled with her fingers as she sucked and pumped with her mouth. Saliva oozed down to smear the base of the hot phallus in her fingers, adding a welcome slick lubrication.

McCarter grinned tightly down at the cock-sucking woman. Unfolding his arms, he gripped her head by taking handfuls of her hair. Gently, but firmly, he pushed her head down further on his cock, drew her head back, then urged her down still further.

Trapped, Judy tried to resist, but he was too strong for her. She gagged, her stomach heaved, her throat knotted. Her eyes filled with tears. The rubbery head of the man's cock battered against her soft palate where it dipped toward her throat. She had to swallow the flood of saliva filling her mouth, and her throat closed on the monster bulk of his cock.

McCarter felt her swallowing, felt her throat close on the head of his loaded prick. The sensation of having his glans gently squeezed by a working throat brought a rush of hot semen to his groin. He lifted Judy's head and jammed it down on his steaming hot phallus again, hard, forcing her to take still more of his towering organ in. He felt the head of his cock ram the back of her throat. He saw the way the cords of muscle stood out in her neck as she fought his dominance of her, and her spasming gagging. Her graceful back was writhing from the humiliation of it all.

Judy thought she must be being destroyed by the ravening, huge pounding cock in her gullet. The few times she had sucked Mark's cock she had been able to control the amount of penetration. This huge man was giving her no choice, was brutally slamming her head down on his titanic phallus. And now, too, his hips were heaving at her, driving his huge blunt spike down her throat. In self-defense, Judy angled her head and neck like a sword swallower. She fought to time her breathing so she could gulp fresh oxygen when cock wasn't corking her throat.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks and spit was coating her chin.

McCarter's face was twisted with a tight, triumphant grimace as he looked down on Judy's working head. The sight of her pretty face being raped by his monster organ was exquisite. He felt his ejaculation drawing closer and closer and closer and speeded the fucking of his hips.

Judy was a dazed, bewildered passenger on the final ride to McCarter's climax. She felt battered and abused as her head was whipped wildly up and down, her throat bludgeoned by the battering-ram cock slamming down it. It was all she could do to swallow the endless flood of saliva the invading cock triggered.

Bitter, gooey, thick cum slammed into her throat without warning.

McCarter held her head impaled on his pumping, pulsing phallus. Wad after thick wad of semen blasted from his recoiling cock, spattered her throat, and poured toward her stomach. Judy's throat contracted and pulsed around the head of the throbbing prick in a way no vagina ever could. It felt like gallons of semen were pooling in her belly.

McCarter himself was rigid with ecstasy. The feeling of his balls unloading sperm into Judy's throat was pure pleasure. Her swallowing massaged his nerve-loaded, sensitized cock and increased the power of his cumming to the borderline between pleasure and pain. His entire body convulsed, heaving the copious shots of sperm-laden semen deep into her desperately working throat. Then his reservoirs were empty and his convulsing became dry and painful. His muscles falling limp with exhaustion, he let go of Judy's head.

Judy flopped backward, too dazed, exhausted, and oxygen-starved to actively spit out the cock that had ravished her. Her mouth tasted of cum, a clinging, cloying taste that was slowly being sluiced away by her saliva. She kept swallowing and swallowing, even though her throat was bruised and sore. Finally, she heaved herself up into the chair and sat slumped over, while she fought the urge to retch.

"Well?" she ventured finally, lifting her head, making no move to cover her bare breasts.

McCarter didn't answer. Instead, he poured a glass of water for her from the carafe on his desk.

Judy drank it gratefully, used it to wash out the last of the semen from her mouth. Then she dabbed her face with the tissues he handed her, wiped the semen and spit off her chin, the tears off her cheeks.

Finally, she sat back in the chair, still bare to the waist.

"Well?" she repeated.

"Mrs. Penncroft, you are an amazing and marvelous woman," the redhaired man complimented her. "You are also quite beautiful." His eyes boldly raked her nude torso.

"Thank you."

Pulling his desk calendar over, he flipped to Friday and made an entry.

"Friday at ten, at Milton Caldwell's office," he agreed.

"Thank you," Judy said courteously, twisting around to straighten out her blouse. She slipped it on and buttoned it, then stood and carefully tucked the tails into her skirt, drawing the thin material tight across her breasts. Her nipples were still hard and tense with a perverse excitement.

"What's Mrs. Shein like?" McCarter asked as Judy turned toward the door. "I've never met the woman."

"She's tall, blonde, and quite beautiful," Judy replied. "She is also uninhibited. Oh, yes. She also tastes good." Judy unlocked and opened the office door. "Good-bye, Mr. McCarter. Until Friday."

Judy sat in the bank conference room, trying to stay calm. Inside, her heart was racing. The silence in the room was so thick, the occasional rustle of paper seemed to have to force its way through.

Seated around the big table were all the principals to the sale. They were all carefully studying mortages, deeds and other papers. Judy, at this point, had nothing to do but watch them as they slowly turned pages.

Her job, she hoped, was done. She had gotten buyer and seller together, gotten them to agree on price, and helped arrange the mortgage.

Theoretically, there was nothing more for her to do except collect her commission.

She wondered how Mark was doing. She had made another of those gutwrenching drives to the hospital with him shivering and shaking beside her. By now he had been on the kidney machine for close to an hour. His agony should be subsiding.

Judy felt reasonably confident that everything was going to be all right. No one at the office had gotten wise to what she had done. All the terms of the sale had been agreed on. Even though Mark only had two more times on the hospital kidney machine, there should be no trouble.

Those two treatments would give them enough time to get their own dialysis unit and get it set up.

He was going to live! It all had worked out, all the worry and sweat and filth and degradation and risks had paid off, had been worth it.