that just holding it in my mouth wouldn' t do; you' d wao ' make love
to it' , as you always wao do with anything that goes into my mouth.
So I run my tongue over the bead and flip it over and over in my mouth,
lig all the juice from it and swallowing. You shake the string
slightly, urgio go on and take another. Obediently I slide my tongue
out and take the sed one, ing it of my own assjuice. By the time I
reach the fourth bead, my mouth is being fairly stretched. The fifth
ball has o go but inside my left cheek, while the sixth ball
pushes two other balls to the other side, filling my right cheek. My mouth
is now very full, both my cheeks puffed out to aodate the beads that
just spent half the day in my boy-ass.
You shake the string again. "I told you to take them all," you warn me. But
try as I could I ot quite ma.
"Useless little t," you swear at my disobedience. "You _will_ take them
all."
Taking hold of my little waist with your other hand you begin herding me
forward towards my desk. Then you push my bent-over form onto the desk, my
chest pressed hard against the cool wood. The desk is kind of low so this
makes my ass push up and out towards you, exposing my hole pletely to
yaze. You gather the remaining two, largest beads in the palm of your
hand and begin to mash them against my lips, f them to go into my
over-stretched mouth, elig muffled moans from me. "Mmmphh...
Hmpfff...." Tears begin to gather in my eyes.
I hear the sound of your zippers as your other hand frees your member from
its fihen the hand presses down on the small of my back, trapping
my smooth little body uhe uping onslaught. Within moments I
feel the head of your cock pushing against my tight opening.
You break into me easily, taking only about a mio bury six inches of
your thick shaft into my