His cum came out my nose.

It was Monday and I was enjoying a quiet morning on the computer and Maintenance was puttering around my entryway when I got an unexpected text from David:

david text david text 2

He said he’d come over and wait for them to be gone and I all but leapt into the shower to wash off the 3-minute sex I’d had with The Ginger Viking the day before.  I told the maintenance guy I had to shower because a friend was coming over and to not be alarmed if a friend let himself in while I was in there.  He laughed and said something in broken English that I didn’t quite catch.  I laughed, too, because, whatever: I was about to get the shit fucked out of me.

With soap in my hair I heard a knock on the bathroom door then another followed by a muffled voice.  I shouted, “Ok!” to what, I don’t know, and continued washing up.  When I finished I noticed a thermometer sticking out of my bathroom vent above the door.  I laughed thinking about asking David to snag it for me.  It’d be easy for him.

I dried myself off, put on a strappy sundress and a little blush.  I skipped the mascara and the panties.

Butterflies swarmed in my belly as I patiently waited wondering what would happen between us.  Finally, I heard his knock.

He filled the doorway and I could see the bulge in his shorts.  “Good morning,” I said and stepped aside to let him in.

“Before you leave, could you do me a favor really fast?”  I showed him the thermometer in the vent.  He reached up and easily plucked it out and handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I said laughing.

“You’re very welcome,” he answered back and stooped to cup my face in his hands.

We kissed and he trembled beneath my roaming hands.  We buzzed together like that, with deepening kisses, for several seconds.    I rubbed the bulge as he pressed into my hand.  He lifted my dress and began to play with me.  I stopped his hand and whispered not to finger me.

He looked at me questioningly.  “I’m on my period,” I explained, “and I have a menstrual cup in.”  He looked at me with more questions. “Trust me, it’s less messy this way.  You won’t feel a thing.”  We laughed a little at the short stop at pragmatism and continued to kiss as his hands rubbed my lips gently, carefully avoiding my insides.

I moaned and pressed closer and then the nerves were gone.  I wanted him, he wanted me.  A lock was opened and I felt a rush of heat pass through me.

Suddenly he picked me up like I was nothing, all 165 pounds of me.  Something clicked over in my brain; I haven’t been picked up in years.  This man was strong, so much stronger and bigger than me.  Thoughts of gangbangs and spankings and bright red hand marks sped through my brain.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked to my bed and gently laid me down.  I watched, already glassy-eyed, as he kicked the dog out and crawled back on top of me smiling.

We kissed and fondled each other.  He was doing his best to prep me, but I was excited that he wasn’t.  I wanted his huge fat cock in a dry pussy this time, not one so wet I couldn’t feel him.

He stood up then and I knelt on the bed as he pulled my dress off.  I unbuckled his pants and he peeled off his shirt.  His cock was fat and hard and beautifully uncut.  I bent over and took it in my mouth.  Immediately he began encouraging me as I explored how far I could take him.  The harder he got, the more he filled my mouth and I struggled to take him all in.

Then it was like a gun went off and I was done.  “I want you to fuck me now,” I said, my voice filled with desire.  Without a word he bent to get a condom, rolled it on and pushed me on my back.

This time he slowly pushed in, my favorite part.  Our mouths were locked together and I breathed him in as he began to pump.  I wrapped my legs around his waist again and held him in as far as he could go.  Eyes closed, nothing but this man existed for me.  His cock, his mouth, his scent, his warm skin, his straining muscles.

We fucked and kissed and he was brutal.  He tucked me up, split me wide and unabashedly watched our porno.  Bodies slammed together, my belly scrunched up like a Sharpei, my face red and contorted with passion as he pounded into me.

He kissed my neck and suckled my ear before growling into it and telling me what a bad girl I was.  I begged him to fuck my pussy and nearly began to cry when I began to cum around him.  His tempo increased, he pinned me, hit me, kissed me some more.

Rolled up on my side in a little ball he fucked me from the side and I felt every inch scrape inside and felt lucky that our paths crossed: this man knew how to fuck.

On my hands and knees I bent over, my ass spread for him as he stood comfortably on the floor.  His height made us a perfect fit.  I bounced on him and he gripped my hips not painlessly.  Then he pulled my wrist out from under me and my right shoulder hit the bed, then he grabbed my left.  He plowed me into the mattress.

He licked his finger and pressed it against my asshole.  I squirmed on him and moaned helplessly into the bedding.

He began to wail on my flanks with short, stinging smacks.  I let the heat roll up over me like a wave.

His filthy words filled the room as he pleasured the both of us then it stopped.  

“Fuck.” He pulled out and pointed at his thick, glistening cock.  At first I didn’t see it.  “The condom is a cock ring,” he pointed out.  His penis was naked all but save a little cream-colored ring at the base.

“I just got tested on Friday.  I’m clean,” I said.

“Me, too,” he answered as he rolled on another condom and shoved himself back inside.

A true athlete, he deftly moved us across the bed.  I matched him for every thrust, every movement.  I was in goddamned motherfucking heaven.

Finally, we rested.  I on my belly, he on his back.  He tenderly drew lines on my skin.  “My hands are numb,” I observed.

“You know why that is?”

“I have no idea.  I can barely form this sentence actually.”  I laughed into the sheets unable to lift my head.

“It’s lack of CO2.  You’re breathing very hard.”  I could hear the smile as he imparted his firefighter’s wisdom.

I considered napping then, but knew we had only minutes to spare.  I hauled myself up and crawled between his thighs.  The condom was gone, the boner remained.

I sucked and slobbered, tasted a slight hint of blood and condom and kept going.  My hand stroked, my tongue lapped, my mouth sucked.  He said kind and sexy things about being a good girl and taking all of his giant, fat cock.  I thought I was doing a miserable job, but every few strokes he’d go deep.  The first deep thrust worked, but those following caused me to gag.

My heart beat faster and my legs began to tremble.  His deep thrusts increased; I gagged and began to regurgitate my coffee.  Once I stopped and clapped my hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom.  He called after me that it was ok, but it burned and tasted awful.  I couldn’t figure this out and I was frustrated.

“It’s ok, baby,” he said.  “I don’t care about the mess.  Please, don’t stop, just spit on top of me, just let go.”  He grabbed the towel we’d used to blot his forehead earlier and tucked it under his ass to catch the mess.

I nodded wordlessly and fell back down on the shaft.  My breathing was erratic and I struggled  figure to breathe, his cock stuffed me so full it was semi terrifying.  

Gag, spit, cough, fall back on it for 10 more thrusts.  His breathing became more labored and his thrusts even deeper.  I pulled off again and again and spit up on his cock.  It ran down the barrel and swung off his balls onto the towel.

He fucked my face then and I felt a release as I gagged and he hit my brain.  I squirted on his legs and threw up into the towel.  He begged me to take him back in my mouth, I was delirious with passion.  He took his shaft in one hand and put his hand on my head with the other and began to skull fuck me.

I gagged and squirted, gagged around the hot fatness jammed in my mouth, but didn’t leave him.  Tears poured from my face, slobber coated my lips and his groin.  He grew even larger in my mouth and I heard him gasp and begin to moan.  

I squirted again, popped off of him to tell him what was happening to me, what that wetness on his legs was, and he moaned loudly with pleasure.  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said.  I smiled and resumed my work.

I couldn’t breathe, was horrified at the mess I was making, but trusted him completely to guide me through it.  I was in love with this experience.

“I’m going to cum,” I heard him say and I squirted again.  He began to tense and fuck my face like it was a pussy.  I let it all go then: my vanity, my pride, my self-consciousness.  All I wanted was to be this man’s receptacle.

He roared as he came, God how that man roared.  He shook and arched and bucked into me with absolutely no control.

I held on as his jizz hit the back of my throat and I began to choke.  He held me there briefly then pumped some more.  I hungrily swallowed down everything I could and pulled off of him.  Semen oozed out of my nose and mixed with my tears.

I wiped my face clean with the towel and laid down beside this giant, panting man, his arm my pillow.  He kissed the top of my head.  Then kept kissing it.  I panted too, more than pleased, goddamned elated.

Wearily, I rolled over and grabbed my Hitachi.  “While this is all fresh in my mind,” I explained for no reason.  He giggled and pulled me close.

I pressed the buzzing head to my clit and listened to him recount the blowjob.  “You like that?  That fat cock fucking your sweet little mouth?”  I came hard and strong with his voice in my ear and his gigantic hand clenching my breasts.

I finally laid limply in his arms.

Just then the alarm on my phone went off.

“Time to go?” he asked.

“Yep,” I said.

We got up and got dressed, thanked each other, kissed each other deeply and tenderly.  He played with the dog while I put on my makeup.  He came back into the bathroom and kissed me again.  I raised up on my tip toes.

“You know what I did on my way over here?” he asked as we separated.  “I stopped to get gas and was so distracted about coming over here that I drove off with the gas hose in the tank.” We laughed.  “Otherwise, I would’ve been here sooner.”

I laughed and told him that had happened to me once, too.  And I smiled because I liked knowing he’d been nervous.  Apparently he’s not just a good lay, but a little human, too.

 

 

 

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    • I used whatever one they sell in the store (CVS, a grocery store, I can’t remember). It comes in a purple wrapper and has a light pink ring, and no, they don’t feel it! I have to buy more and when I do I’ll post about it if you want me to.

      • Soft Cups. That’s what I have but I’ve been nervous about using it during sex. I was asking more about whether you feel it. Does it shift or get knocked around, so to speak. I don’t care if he feels it…I want to make sure it’s not going to hurt me. 🙂

        • Yes, Soft Cups! And nope, I feel absolutely nothing. It caps the cervix to catch the blood so it’s up high and away from a penis. The ring is against the vaginal wall, so even a curved penis would be hard pressed to hit anything but the baggy covering the cervix anyway. It’s been undetectable by me and I’ve used it tons with old lovers of varying shapes and sizes.

  1. So, like Anisa, I was struggling for breath with you.
    I haven’t been lifted forever. Even pre-kids I don’t think I ever was. Now it seems less and less likely :-/
    I haven’t gagged to the point you describe, though it’s probably because I take a breather when I feel like I may.
    And like most ladies… more about the cup, please!
    Glad you got your brains fucked!
    XO

  2. Hy,

    This is so incredibly sexy! I am impressed that you kept going despite the severe gag reflex. And here I thought that I could persevere through discomfort! Will cums with force but I never had to worry about this happening. You set the bar too “Hy” for me, sweetie!!!

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