I was unable to breathe. But I wasn't in any pain. I heard him whisper to his friend, "Son of a bitch! I can't get over that she can do that!"His part...ner shushed him again, just like last time. The absence of conversation is a very large part of the experience here.The young black man began to fuck my throat, pausing after every second or third stroke to let me catch a quick breath. His partner started sliding his long, fat cock into my very ready pussy. As his cock entered my pussy I moaned in. He pulled away to sit on the bed and waited, but she didn't follow. For a moment he was worried, but then she slowly sat at the foot of the bed. She looked up at him and smiled, but as the act between them grew more inevitable and close, the smile became nervous."Kevin, I don't know about this," she finally said. "I... I am terribly confused and have had too much to drink to be rational."Kevin shrugged. She had been too rational all her life. That was exactly the barrier that had to be broken. Mr. K asked me himself.’ Val tried to stay calm as he packed his stuff. ‘Amazing.’ She shook her head, her hair drifting in dark waves around her shoulders. ‘This is like putting a dog in charge of building a rocket ship. What the hell do you know about love?’ ‘I know plenty.’ He flashed her a cocky grin to hide his hurt. ‘I must or they wouldn’t have asked me.’ Halley snorted. ‘You know about lust, not love. Two completely different things.’ ‘But not unrelated,’ he countered. He threw the last. Of course it scared her then but she had come to love it over the years – she loved the feeling of her man being in control of her, of dominating her, and using her as his little sex toy. She knew her throat was nothing more than a warm, wet hole he used to jack off his cock, and she loved every minute of it. Once he steadied himself he began to move his cock in and out of her tight throat. The feeling of her throat muscles milking his cock was almost unbearable. He tried not to think about how.