The Soccer Bitch

I swirled my tongue over his bell end and in his pee slit, it tasted funny – sweaty, probably from the long night in the club. I tried my very best to get him off, I began to wank the base of his cock – which drew loud grunts from Jay. I kept this up for a while but my hand began to ache, and Jay started to become more vicious. By now he had gotten into a rhythm of thrusting about half into my mouth, making me gag, pulling out to my lips and repeating.

This had gotten easier as time had gone on, my spit had made his cock slippery, so slippery my mouth was practically sliding half way up and down his big cock. I couldn’t get used to the taste and the invader in my mouth had caused my jaw to ache, what made it even worse Jay would be making comments such as:

“Oh yeah your lips look so good wrapped around my cock” Jay teased.

“Ohhh, Bitch, you’ve got a good mouth, we need to do this again” Jay added to the humiliation.

Jay’s comments just made me feel even more embarrassed, and he could sense it, so he carried on calling me names.

“You’re the best prettiest cocksucker bitch, you should just give me blowjobs instead of playing for the team.” Jay said trying to humiliate me.

I felt so low and dirty, but despite this, I could feel my cock twitching – I had a semi! Maybe it was the alcohol I didn’t know but I couldn’t be enjoying this.