Cass woke from a strange dream and looked at the clock. Not quite time to get up…She stretched out. Her pussy had a dull ache. It felt sore and slightly swollen. The result of last night. She smiled to herself. She and Michael had fucked for ages, longer than normal. Michael had decided that he wanted to fuck for hours on end, so he’d got himself some of those pills – and boy did they work….She would need to take it easy today. Typically though, the swollen sensation down below was making her aroused, as was thinking about the night before. Cass put a hand down and stroked her clit…

“Get inside,” Michael had wasted no time when Cass arrived. He pulled her through the door and she was soon undressed, down to her black knickers and bra. Michael had taken a tablet the night before and told Cass what it had done to him: his cock had been rock solid for 4 hours. Cass couldn’t wait to see for herself so she pulled down his jeans and feasted her eyes on his cock: standing proud at ninety degrees, red and swollen with blood, rock hard and raring to go. Michael’s face was also flushed, which made Cass smile, but she didn’t want to put him off so she focussed on his cock, kneeling before it in worship and loving how solid and fat it was as it filled up her mouth. Michael pushed her head down onto it and despite trying not to, Cass gagged. It was so annoying, she wanted to take it all in. Really there was only one thing for it and that was for Michael to force it down her throat, whether she gagged or not. She looked up at him from the floor.
“Make me take it,” she whispered.
Michael took Cass by the arm and walked her over to a chair. She sat on the floor, and Michael took a length of rope and a belt. First he took Cass’s arms and tied them loosely behind her back. Then he tied the belt round Cass’s neck and around the back of the chair so that her head was held against the chair back. Cass swallowed. It wasn’t a comfortable sensation but she was getting wet in anticipation of what was to come. Taking the rope, Michael looped it round the chair and round her forehead, so that her head was held firm against the chair. She swallowed and tried to look up at him but could only stare straight ahead at his large firm cock, coming towards her.
“Open,” he ordered. Cass swallowed. She felt vulnerable and a bit nervous of what was going to happen.
“Open!” demanded Michael, slapping the head against her cheeks. She obeyed. He stood either side of her legs. She obediently took the head into her mouth, drooling a bit in her greed for him. The big fat head eased past her teeth into her mouth. Cass coughed a little. Michael held her shoulders lightly and pushed in a bit more. It filled up her mouth and it felt huge.
“Take it,” he ordered, pushing a little further. Cass’s gag reflex was set off and her throat convulsed against it, this enormous thing invading her mouth. Her eyes watered and she started to panic. Gagging usually meant Michael withdrawing, but this wasn’t happening. Cass began to struggle, mentally. She wanted to push him back with her hands, but she couldn’t, they were tied fast. She couldn’t speak because her mouth was full of cock. She made sounds of distress to let him know it was too much. Michael knew. He just waited. She gagged again, but he held her head between his hands and kept his cock there, feeling her body trying to force it out. He resisted. He would make her take it. More noises. Cass was struggling. The cock filled her mouth and she knew that it still was only half in. She retched, hoping she wouldn’t be sick. But Michael had told her not to eat or drink before she came. The cock stayed where it was. Finally Michael drew back and Cass gasped in air, relief at last. But it was straight back in again. She gagged again. Michael started fucking her mouth moving it in and out, only a little, but enough to make that wonderful noise you hear on film, a kind of gulping sound that even Cass found horny. She loved making such a noise and hoped the neighbours could hear. Michael thrust in a bit deeper and held it there without moving. Cass’s body convulsed. She wanted air. But he ignored her muffled noises and gagging. She would learn, even if it meant forcing it. He knew she was enjoying it and he would bet any money she was wet between her legs.

Sure enough, Michael was right. Although it was a real struggle for Cass to take the cock, she was so turned on by Michael taking control and forcing it in, that her pussy was sopping. She told herself to relax, to enjoy the sensation of her mouth being possessed by this amazing and beautiful cock, extra hard. It was overwhelming, being full of cock. She wanted to please him. She tried to speak. He ignored her.  She made the same noises again. She couldn’t even gesture. Suddenly he released Cass from her bonds and pulled her over to the sofa. He left her hands tied so that she could not fight against his cock, and helped her into position so that her head hung upside down over the arm of the settee.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, glad to be able to speak for once. But it wasn’t for long. From an upside down position, Cass was mesmerised as Michael’s smooth balls and cock loomed towards her.  And then it was in. Cass told herself hard to relax, to enjoy the feeling, to let it in … and for a few seconds it was ok. The iron-hard cock went in a little deeper at this angle and she felt the head touch the top of her throat, but then – back to retching. Michael sighed inwardly. All he wanted was to fuck this girl’s throat, deep, hard, until she couldn’t speak. She’d texted him “use me” and this was precisely what he wanted when his cock was so damn hard. He needed to fuck, if she wanted it or not. But he knew she wanted it, the slut, always wanting her mouth fucked, her arse, her pussy. His cock was throbbing and felt like it would burst. He needed to come. Cass was going to get it, she really was. He pushed his cock into her mouth again and felt her tense and her throat tighten.
“Take it!” he ordered, as he the head touched the back of the mouth. She relaxed a little. He held it there. She was managing not to gag. He leant his weight on his hands and pushed a little further. She gagged. He ignored it. She struggled as much as she could in her restrained position but he held it there. She would take it. She would learn. Michael started thrusting, keeping the cock in as far as he could and Cass had to take it and lie there, letting him fuck her throat, keeping her mouth wide open as the spit poured down her face, over her chin and on to his floor. He kept thrusting. The glorious gulping noise started again and Cass relaxed a little as she realised she was gagging less. Michael gave in and started fucking her throat deeper. Cass spluttered and struggled but he was oblivious, feeling only the hot wet throat tighten on his cock, as he pushed in all the way. Cass felt as if her whole world was one enormous cock. It was thrilling. She wanted relief, to breathe, but at the same time she submitted to this amazing body. To please Michael, to be his to use. She heard grunts and felt a pulsing in her mouth: Michael was coming – suddenly her airways were free, she was sucking in air and hot spurts of cum flew over her face, her eyes, up her nose, the salty taste on her lips and a sigh of relief as Michael dropped to his knees, and leant against her.

Half an hour later, revived by a cup of tea, Cass looked over at Michael. His cock was standing upright again, dark pink, resting just off his stomach, moving a little with a life of its own.
“It’s ready again,” he laughed. “Are you?”
Cass was astonished. This was going to be the fuck of her life.