Jason Master
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New town... Motel trash
🕑 Added 2025-07-11 02:37:06 +0000 UTCJohn tries his best to keep his pride, not answering them (-1 alpha point)
John let them torment him with their words, but he remained silent, refusing to give them the satisfaction of his verbal submission. His eyes watered and his throat convulsed around the fat man's cock as he fought the urge to gag. The woman's hand on his own shaft was a constant, taunting reminder of his compromised position.
The fat man's breath grew ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "Take it, you fucking whore," he grunted, and with a final thrust, he released a hot, thick rope of cum that shot into John's mouth. The taste was overwhelming, a salty, bitter flood that filled his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow, the liquid sliding down his throat as the man's grip on his hair loosened.
John's eyes watered as he pulled away, gasping for air. The woman's hand was still wrapped around his cock, her nails digging into his sensitive flesh as she whispered, "What a good boy." The fat man's cum dripped from his chin onto his shirt, a visual representation of his defeat.
The husband wiped John's face with a dirty towel, smearing the cum across his cheek. "Now, that's what I call service," he said, chuckling to himself. His wife let go of John's cock, which had gone soft from the sheer degradation of the situation.
The man throw John things at him. "You know me and wife should keep those things. I know your too much of a bitch to try to fight me for them. But you did do a good job on my dick."
John felt like his soul had been crushed as he picked up his wallet and shoes from the floor, the weight of the cum still on his face. The couple watched him with amusement, clearly enjoying the spectacle they had created. He couldn't believe he had just done that—sucked a complete stranger's dick for his possessions. His mind was a mess, a whirlwind of anger, humiliation, and a weird sense of excitement that he couldn't quite place.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the taste of the man's cum lingering on his tongue. "You're both disgusting," he managed to spit out, his voice shaking with rage.
John begins to leave as the wife giggle out a response. "Come back when you want your salad toss. We can always use a good ass around here."
Does John leave or agree to let the couple toss his salad?
