Man Cherry Fetish - part 3
by bondeallover@hotmail.com
Other than all the usual disclaimers, this story includes abduction and nonconsensual coercion. It was developed at the request of an Asian cyber-friend.
It is curious how strange one's dreams can be: bits and pieces of remembered people and places that have never connected in real life. My dreams in this slumber were among the most vivid I ever recalled. I was being abducted by tall broad white men from my family home in my own country. I was too frightened but also somehow too enchanted to struggle or cry out. My clothes were being torn away as they carried me into an empty bus. I was naked and helpless on one of the seats when a man of my country stepped from the back of the bus. I sensed the white men recognized his authority as they stopped their rough handling of me just to pin me down. Quickly he spoke a command in my native language but I can not recall what it was. I was anxious but also excited to see the white men pinch their large fingers to zip down their flies and reach in to release prodigious erections. Only later, would I place these white men as approximately my own age. In conscious life, I had enjoyed the spectacle of watching them flex and brace their strong limbs in the struggles of a wrestling match. I was motionless as one of them squeezed my calves hard to snap my legs back and expose my ass. Through my pulled back and stretched open legs I recognized my old school headmaster for the first time and was ambiguously both painfully embarrassed but charged with surges of lust by his intent investigation of my upside down swollen cock and upturned exposed love hole, puckering with anticipation of carnal penetrations. I watched as his long instructive fingers reached for my nut sac.
The anxiousness of that moment was too disturbing and I awoke this time to find that, in fact, I was being pressed to the bed by something other than my binds. I tried to feign alarm by my restraint, as my captor was actually sitting on my lower chest, his legs bent at the knees to either side of my head. This strange new intimacy, as he was both naked again and evidently aroused, was so enthralling to me that I could no longer disguise my delight with his uninhibited physical advances toward me. His warm seat and lightly furred crotch and balls moving against me, enervated me and warmed my nakedness down to my toes. The subtlety of the musky odor sifting through the pores of his twitching cock made me dizzy with giddy delight. I think I actually bloomed into a smile from the scowl of a false front that had collapsed under the weight of heightened pleasures of both the senses and emotions. I surrendered and succumbed to weighty erotic attractions and the unsurpassable delights that can only be realized by couplings and personal body functions between males. So much that I had reviled and regarded contemptuously I knew I would embrace with enthusiasm and conviction.
I was his now. I am not sure whether he comprehended that the restraints were no longer needed. I was so engrossed by the transformation of my physical orientations and the intensity of my new erotic sensibilities resulting from his insistent encounter to satisfy raw physical urges that I believed that I would gladly never wear clothes again if it enabled him to keep me as his sexual outlet. I was prepared to devote my whole life to the fulfillment of his coarse and earthy gratifications. All my subliminal sense of outrage about this pale predator's need for physical dominance as possibly racially motivated melted into a swoon of desire for his unrestricted lusting advances. I needed the flame of white skin and feathery touch of golden hairs to be with me as I had never needed tactile intimacy before. I grinned like a fool with my new found sense of submission and brazenly inquired, "are you going to fuck me, again?"
My captor, still seated on my torso, stretched his sneering grin, "no, my horny little slut, as much as you need that, I am going to introduce you to something new that you will probably enjoy just as much." Instinctively, my body empathized with even more of his heat as he bent down and clashed his full open lips against mine. Just as he had crashed his length of excited sex into my virgin love hole, he now plunged his thrusting tongue into my mouth in a rapacious assault on my own, back to the opening of my throat. Startled, but nonetheless undaunted, my own tongue ebulliently sprang to life in instant and nearly involuntary response. I moaned with the intensity of passionate clash in oral engagement and I hungrily writhed my tongue to taste and feel every centimeter of flexing wetness and turgid but nonetheless sweetly soft lips. As he would pull away slightly, our tongues would extend from our mouths to insistently continue the swirling interplay of insatiable touch and taste. Abruptly, he pulled his mouth away from mine quite unexpectedly. He bounced his warm lean seat further up to my shoulders where he was now practically sitting on my face. His pulsing profuse pillar was now resting on my chin and its subtle yet elegant odor of musky male ardor once again permeated into my nostrils, rendering me dizzy with desire for carnal contact. "Now you will enjoy kissing this", he announced reaching to raise my head slightly to plunge his fulsome pole of man flesh into my still gaping mouth. The effect was immediate and exquisitely gratifying. Without thinking, my lips clamped shut over the heated living appendage and my tongue raced about the surface of its vein popping throbbing hard but meaty shaft and succulent pliant knob. It washed away the salty and tangy loin juice that had been dripping from his supple and expanding pee hole. The tastes and tantalizing texture were instantly addictive and my powers of suction bathed and gripped as much of his groping gristle as he would allow. Throwing his head back and opening his mouth to only allow shallow breaths, he hissed out his approval of my doting applications. "Oh yeeessssssss, that's my sweet bitch. Oh, you darling cock sucking slut. You know you want that hot cock. . . . . . That's right. . . Suck my meat hard like that."
By now, he had adjusted himself so that was clinging to the bed posts behind me to steady himself as he pumped his taut muscled hips in shallow movement but quick rhythm. His lower legs and feet hugged the bed under my arms against my upper torso. He would fuck his boner in the grip of my rigorous slurping only as far back in my mouth to impact the opening of my throat, but not enough so to trigger my gag reflex. If I had any more control over the coupling, I know I would have attempted to partially swallow his tasty morsel of sexually charged male muscle. His vocal gesticulations had become quite breathy in the intoxication of his building pleasures. "Sssuuuuccccck it from me sweet, guy. . . . You know what you want. Oh baby, I am going to give you bad-assed white man funky white cream from my cringing blonde-haired balls. That's right, suck hard to suck down the fucking stinky treat I am going to squirt into your greedy Asian gullet".
He was right and his saying so only egged me on to impatiently jilt from the crescendo that would be his convulsing loins, the explosion of hotly simmered effluence that would jettison from his ever tenderizing pee hole. The soft crushed leather like pouch of his vaguely spongy orbs were no longer brushing my chin and had receded, signaling for me that climax was nearby. The bodily thick and organic flavor of his tempestuously twitching tool created my craving curiosity to taste his ecstatic release. "You'rrrrrre going to get it. You're going to get your big hot load reward, cum slut. Ooooooohhhh here I cccuuuuuuumm! Ugghh! Ugghh! Uggggghhhhhhh!!" His quick jabbing pumps in my mouth had sped to a frantic pace when the spunky spurts of his warm silky jism started shooting into my throat tissues. I reveled to drink down the strong produce of his hotly festered innards and my mouth and tongue tightly clamped on his manhood to bear witness to each of his almost unending ejaculatory convulsions. But the strength and quantity of his taut and intense discharge made it difficult to swallow all his offering commensurate with the size of his load. Some of the dreamy fresh eruption. mixed with my saliva, slid from my mouth on to my chin and his relaxing piston. The tart and earthy organic taste of liquids that had swiftly slithered through his exploding gender genital also had a narcotic effect, and I knew I would be eager to often repeat the opportunity to feed from the fruits of sexual frenzy. I was quick to lick away the surplus profusion from both of us before he collapsed on my nudity. I thrilled to feel his tense heat sear into me. He moaned softly as his weight transformed into melted relaxation and contented heaving in synchrony with his heavy breathing. The sedating effect of his warm naked body draped over me inspired a dreamy contentment and I contemplated that I would be happy if he never left me and forever caressed me with his elegant nudity.
To be continued. . . .
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