Honey Ho 2.2

Continued from Honey Ho 2.1

Once at home, I put one of my stashed bottle's of Boone's Farm Fuzzy Navel in the freezer, I cut on the air conditioner, I'm not supposed to do that, higher power bills. Fuck! I hate this humidity! I close all of the curtains, don a shower cap and do a quick rinse off with almost 15 minutes to spare before I hear Chuck's timid knock on the door.

I let him in and lock the door. He sits on the couch and I bring him a glass of Fuzzy Navel and take a sip of mine

He loves the way I'm dressed, only my 100 denier SilkyToe gold tights. My mom hates the gold tights, but I love them. She really does not want me wearing tights at all, unless it's chilly, and then for church.

I really hate going to church. All of these creepy old guys act all holy, but look at me with burning lust when they think no one notices. I can't explain it, but I can always feel it when someone is staring at me.

I try to make my lips pouty that are glossy with gold lipstick that I stole. I love stealing makeup; so far, I have not been caught. What's even more fun, is lifting wallets; I have a nice collection of them, along with the driver's licenses and even a few family photos - What gives on that last one? Actual paper photos!

Chuck tells me how sexy I look as he sits there like a nervous little boy in his khaki slacks and sky blue polo shirt.

I straddle his legs and tilt my head up to kiss him. I say breathily, "Let's go to my room. Fuck my mouth like you own it."

I'm now sitting on the bed and realize that my guess was right as he pulls his dick out and playfully slaps my face with it, my lips are almost at the perfect height for his tool, I just have to lean forward a little bit.

I grab his cock and inhale his scent, he smells much better than the last time.

I give his shaft a test lick, then a longer one. He does not taste as bad as the last time.

I hear him say, "Deep throat it, Honey. Wrap those honey lips around me."

I hold his arm with one hand as I slide my lips all the way forward until the tip of my nose touches his crotch.

I stay there for a moment as I work him with my tongue and fondle his balls with my other hand; he plays with my braided pigtails, lightly tugging them.

He grabs my head and pulls it all the way back until just the head of his cock is betwixt my lips. I work it like a lollipop.

"I better not feel any teeth," he says before really grabbing my head and grudge fucking my mouth. He's just thrusting my head back and forth.

I really regretted giving him the greenlight to face fuck me! Wow! He really goes at it!

I'm doing my best to just relax everything and go with it as my hands are on his hips to steady myself as much as possible while he treats me like a fuck toy.

Next thing I know, he's crushing my lips against him. At about the same time as I feel his sperm shooting at the back of my throat, he gives the back of my head a couple of whacks. I start coughing and choking as I feel some of his sperm coming out of my nose. I find out much later on that that's called an "Angry Dragon." Who comes up with and names this shit!?!

I start seeing the swimming lights in front of my eyes as sperm is coming out of my mouth as the bastard keeps my lips crushed against him until he stops spurting.

My hands are beating against him, not exactly sure where.

He finally lets me go. I fall back on the bed, roll to my side, coughing like crazy for a while. It takes a bit for me to realize that tears are coming out of my eyes.

I'm not sure how long it took for me to settle down, but when I finally sat up, Chuck was standing in front of me with his dick put away. He had a wet rag in one hand and my glass of Fuzzy Navel in the other. The bastard had a smile on his face.

Chuck said, "You're so fucking sexy."

I gave him what for. He responded with how I told him to fuck my mouth like he owns it.

I cussed him out some more, and told him that does not mean that you smack a girl in the back of the head so she has spunk shooting out of her nose and almost cock choke her to death.

I ended up telling him that this one counts as two BJs, to never do that again, and he better be glad that I'm not counting this as 3 or 4 BJs.

The bitch of this is, later that night in my bed alone, I was rubbing myself a little as I thought of that whole experience, about how I thought I was going to choke to death. There has been times when Chells and I have wrestled and I kept her in an armbar just a few seconds longer after she submitted, me getting a little tingly from her being in pain. I have run across these words on the net, and I have thought of myself as being somewhat of a sadist. But am I also a bit of a masochist? If I am, how far am I willing to take this?

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