Chapter 1: Introduction
Damian had da worst case of blue balls he knocked on da doe to Amelia's crib
ittin' him in months. It was like a fuckin' hammer drill churnin' in his gut, makin' concentration a bitchin' nightmare. A guy could think of only one goddamn thing, and it was as frustratin' as hell.
It started a couple days ago, tucked away after a night at the pub. He'd gone home, cock hard as nails, and yanked his dick till it was red and sensitive as a sunburned ass. But the ache didn't go away. No, it just got worse.
Every Fuckin' twinge felt like a punch to the balls, sending spikes of pain bouncing around his goddamn groin. So, here he was, swallowing his pride, dong in hand, seeking his sexy-as-sin best friend's help.
Amelia, the raven-haired vixen, opened the door with smeared mascara under her sparkling eyes. "Hey there, stud," she teased, winking at him.
"What brings you to my crib this early in the morning?"
"You know what, Melly," Damian groaned, leaning against the door jam. "It's the blue balls from hell, and you're the only one who can make them go away."
Her face softened with understanding. "Ah, poor baby. You've been left hanging again, huh? Come on in."
Damian stepped inside and was immediately hit by the aroma of freshly-brewed tea.
But before I continue wit da story i just wanted to say dis story involves
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[Drool][Spit] [Swallow]Sort of a Heavy-handed Twist On The Buddy Fuck genre, i just want to warn the readers da content can be triggersome if you are not cool with dis cock sucking and cum swallowing type bizniz, da content can be twisted so ye had been warned.
Fuck, back to the action, Melly took his hand and led him towards her worn-down couch, its faded cushions groaning as they settled in.
"Alright, you know I got you, Damian," she said, squeezing his hand. "We'll take care of that persisting problem in no time."
Amelia kicked off her jeans, and her black thong was the only barrier between him and the release he needed. "Let's have some fuckin' tea first, though," she declared, pouring them both a steaming cup of peppermint brew.
"Fuck, I really need this, Melly. It's killing me.
Fuck sakes, why do I have to wait? Damian's cock throbbed mercilessly, the veins corded and flushed as he chugged the scalding tea. But he couldn't deny Amelia's caring nature, her ability to sense his needs like no one else could.
"Slow down, now. No need to rush it," she murmured, her hand gently stroking his thigh.
He forced himself to savor the drink, focusing on the soothing peppermint flavor instead of the fire burning in his balls.
"Ight now dat' we done wit da tea it's time for yo throat to be used as a fuckin' tool," Damian blurted as soon as they put down their cups.
"ight bro remember you can go as hard as you want"
Amelia said as she got on her knees and pulled down his zipper like a fuckin' pro.
His fat cock sprang out, pee-slit glistening with pre-jizz, the head so engorged and purple it looked like it would burst.
She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and gripped the base, her delicate fingers tracing the thick veins, gauging his monstrous size. Fuck, he could tell she was admiring his snake, excited by the prospect of choking on him later.
Oh yeah I forgot to mention earlier Amelia got a boyfriend uhh I think his name Timothy or sum like dat' but anyway. At first Amelia refused ta give meh head cuz she ain't want ta cheat, dat' wuz until I convinced ha it don't count as cheating if
she's just easin' my blue balls.
Dat' fucker Timothy was clueless. I guess dat's dat I like about him, he was a dumb, naive bitch and didn't deserve her but whatever. You ever notice how the neatest cunts are always the dumbest, most oblivious assholes? Yeah das how I liked her, totally unaware. Keeps shit fresh.
Amelia opened her mouth wide. It was fucking amazing, her readiness to help. It felt like she belonged to me, her slutty, warm, pink throat.
I'd ram ha throat makin ha gag n choke on meh
cock, shit like dat.
Fuck, she's lucky I love her enough da keep supressin my urges on da daily, ain't nobody gonna stop me from facestuffing her mouth full of meh load, Amelia was just the dumb bitch who'd let it happen.
She wrapped her lips around the swollen head, her warm saliva wetting it just enough for her to slide the first few inches down her throat, until those perfect fuckin' green eyes of hers were watering with discomfort.
"ah fuck bih" I moaned , closing my eyes as I took in the intense sensation of her lips wrapped tightly around my knob.
Ha tounge swirlin' round ma whole dick as I throat fucked even harda
, making sure dat thick snake stuffed her lil mouth until her eyes watered somethin' fierce.
Fuck, if I wasn't careful I'd be nutting early to her sloppy wet mouth wrapper round my shit, drowning meh baby blue ball.
But Amelia's taken it like a pro, her jaw stretched wide like it's tying a fuckin' knot as I buried every fuckin' inch inside that tight fuckin' throat and gagged her with him.
Her nose was buried in my pubes as I felt her throat muscles ripple along my cock, a reminder that this goddess was mine, at least for this moment.
Their rhythm is like a fuckin' engine, a steady pace that gives him the release he needs while showing her the lengths she's willing to go for a friend. It's surprising how something so extreme could appear so tender, so intimate. The subtle flush on her cheeks as she guided my cock in and out of her mouth and her wet eyes staring up at me showed she was just as engrossed as I was.
She ain't kno it but she ma
property, my own fuck object, fuckin' muse, and sure, she's got a high IQ but when she was on her knees, gagging and choking on my shaft, she ain't no scholar, and she damn well sure ain't no lady, she ain't even a feminist, she's just a whore who deserves everything I'd give her, and I'm the kinda fucker who give it harder n' anyone else, just because I can, because I know she'd take it too.
Amelia wrapped her hand around the base, pumping on my shaft as she swirled her tongue around the tip. It sent electric jolts through my spine, the good kind that was enough to give me a goddamn heart attack if I weren't careful.
She worked me with focused intensity, and despite her being a tomboy, I marveled at her skill, at the perfection of her technique, at the way she could took in my thick cock like it was a fuckin' Popsicle, making her mascara run down her cheeks in a sexy-ass streak.
As I brutally face fucked ha ruinin ha throat n jus usin ha as a flesh destroyin ha neck
breakin goddamn fuckin slut what she was in dis moment. I knew it, she knew it, her eyes said it. I could be rough with her, and she'd take it, swapin her skirt for a slutty-ass apron and wipin her lips on it after swallowin my load, still wrapped around my throbbing cock, still takin it without complain.
Amelia was incapable of lying when it came to this, her mouth told the truth, fuck, what I was doin with her mouth was the truth.
Da way she wuz violently gaggin it sounded like I wuz killing ha
all while I made it clear to her she wuz my personal fuckin toy, it's all she craves, that kind of rough, throat-tearing, dominating sex that proves who da boss is, and I happen to be her fuccin master.
Damian's muscles tensed, a sign that his orgasm was imminent. He gave Amelia a chance to pull away, but she stayed put, her throat open and militarized, welcoming the eruption.
I wuz finna cum I held ha down not lettin up. Oh shit I saw ha struggle as I busted deep in ha throat.
her little pink tongue still swirling as I fed her... thick, hot ropes pulsed through my shaft, one after another, lazily filling her, each spurt coating her throat with a film of salt and warmth.
I looked down into those sparkling green eyes, admiring their depth, how entrancing they'd become as I choked her with my cock. My head fell back in violent pleasure, and I relished the burning sensation of my release, Amelia's swallowing reflex the only relief in sight.
"Ahhh fuck yess bitch you betta' swallow ery' mutha fuckin you dirty Bitch!!" I moaned
, pulling my cock from her mouth,
spit strings tickling her lips and chin.
I wasn't done yet doe I needed to be completely fuckin drained.
"Damn bro you fucked ma throat so hard" Amelia sed massagin ha neck .
I knew she'd done it before but fuck, I wanted ta feel her lips on my shit again, feel the vibration of her voice as she dished out some dirty fucking talk.
"You wanna make it up to my balls?" I asked as she licked her lips.
"Anything for my boy"
she replied and pulled on her mascara-streaked cheeks.
She took my shit again, her demonic throat wrapping around my pulsating cock. I couldn't take it anymore. I fucked her mouth like a madman possessed, her spit-covered chin a work of art in front of me.
"You fuckin whore, choke on it, bitch! Ya know you love every inch," I grunted, having mercy on the poor soul.
And, she did indeed like every carnal thing she did for me.
Like how she took my dick down her throat like a legendary head-slut, gagging on it, swallowing her pride, and my spunk. Or how she pleasured herself while I playfully spanked her booty.
Amelia loved serving her boy like a stupid, sexy, embarrassingly devoted bitch.
Ha veins were poppin out on ha forehead n on ha neck
as I kept poundin her face deep, Her mascara smeared cheeks were a testament to her slutty devotion.
She loved it when he was raw and demanding, and he loved her submissive filthiness.
He stroked her hair away and gripped her neck tight as he emptied the last few drops down her throat.
Choking and sputtering, she pulled back, tears streaming down her cheeks, mascara blending with her spit.
"C'mon bitch take it deeper I want eyes rolled to da back of yo fuckin head" I demanded
aanded
, brutally fucking her face despite her visible discomfort.
But, in between gasps and chokes, her lips slid back around my shaft and down her throat, that glorious, tight throat.
My balls tingled, throat-juice dripping from her chin, and with a forceful thrust, I painted her esophagus in hot ropes, the power behind it pulsating and thick.
"Dats a good bitch", I grunted, rubbing her hair roughly as she swallowed and coughed, fresh tears slipping down her reddened cheeks.
Ha spit drenched ma dick spillin on ma balls n thighs aws. I wiped her face with the back of my hand, feeling a deep grizzly need, as her body purged the evidence of her worship.
Yah see, weeks piled up n experience tumbled, we crossed boundaries and let depravity reign. But dere was sumthin odder between us, something more twisted n weave den the legends of, 'why junkies love heroin' or 'how alcoholics worship booze'. Sure, I knew it wuz bad but fuck me, I luv draining dat slut n she luvs bein drained.