He continued to violate my mouth at a steady pace, and I fought against my bindings again, but they held. All of a sudden he started to fuck me faster, and out of nowhere shots of cum started shooting out of him onto the back of my throat in clumpy bursts. I would've recoiled if I could move.
The guy withdrew his penis and left his load in my mouth as he left. I heard a door open and close, and briefly music, then I was alone again.
My entire mouth tasted of his cum and I hated the taste, but I couldn't spit it out the way my mouth was propped open. I reviled the idea, but the only way to get rid of the smell and taste overcoming me was to swallow. It took everything I had not to vomit, but I swallowed his load. It didn't get rid of the taste entirely and for a bit I tasted his cum stronger, it was bitter, but eventually it subsided a little.
I lay there trying to ignore the fact that I just gave a stranger a blowjob and could still taste him. I realized with the door closing and how fast he was gone that I must be tied up somewhere with my head sticking in a room.
The pieces started to fall into place. I knew why I had that thing holding my mouth open. I didn't know how or why, but my mouth had been basically converted into a glory hole, by I'm assuming gas-station guy. The guy was out immediately and didn't ask any questions, so he must've known what he was doing. That wasn't good. That must've meant all the guys involved knew what was going on. That ruled out asking for help, or more accurately trying to gargle out for help since I couldn't talk.
With renewed vigor I tried to fight against my restraints, as no girl wants to be where I was when you'd never even given a blowjob before, but my bindings held and didn't even budge. My heart sank. I was stuck here until whoever put me here decided it was time to let me go.
My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and closing again. I still heard music from outside. My heart raced. Was I about to give another man a blowjob without even knowing what he looked like? It turned out I was going to have to get used to that.
He put his hands on my head and just like the last guy, rudely thrust his cock into my mouth at full speed. I gagged and choked and sputtered as he continued to thrust, he was bigger than the last guy and took up most of my throat's space, going pretty deep. My tongue was forced all over it too so I got a clear taste of his dick too. It tasted like he hadn't showered in a couple days, it was sweaty and a bit smelly.
He ran his hands through my hair as he continued to fuck my face with a regular rhythm. He was so hard, it was such a strange experience. It felt like my throat was being plunged by some desperate flesh jackhammer, and I still couldn't get over the fact that I was giving a blowjob someone I didn't even know! Occasionally he pulled out a little before thrusting back in, sliding his head across the base of my tongue. It was soft and plump.
I could think of little else than how his penis tasted. Since he was bigger most of his penis was thrusting against my throat and tongue, so I really got a huge dose of his man-flavor, especially when his head was on my tongue. It was like a mix of musty old laundry, dried urine and just pure guy musk. He probably fucked my mouth for about ten minutes, but only a minute in and I was trying to think of ways to put the taste out of my mind.
Towards the end of ten minutes both his thrusting and hair playing sped up, and I felt his cock pulsing in my mouth. He started to moan and got less gentle with his fucking, bumping my nose with his pelvis as he fucked my face, hard. I got annoyed with him. I was already audibly choking on his big cock, couldn't he be gentle?
All of a sudden he moaned loudly and for long, as he started coming in large thick streams all down my throat. He came, and then came more. He continued to thrust and thrust as he came, coating my entire throat and tongue with his semen. I kept thinking he'd be done but no, more came out.
I reluctantly swallowed as he continued to face fuck me, desperately trying to get some relief from the taste, but it was no use. My mouth and throat were covered and I was gonna be tasting his semen for a while, and anyway, there were still a few little bursts of cum squirting out of him. He finally withdrew his cock and left and I was left tasting the remnants of his load I couldn't get rid of by swallowing.
His cum was sticky and tasted the slightest bit sour as well as bitter. After two strangers had came in my mouth, the "seal was broken", so to speak. I was grossed out beyond description from how disgusting it all was, but there was only so much one girl could take. I kinda got used to it. I guess "used to it" is the wrong description, I wasn't used to it, but I started playing with his cum with my tongue a little out of boredom.
Like I said, the seal was broken. I was still repulsed by it all but I suppose I can't explain it; I guess I was in shock trying to come to terms with what just happened. I also noticed my nipples were now basically on fire, and my pussy was positively soaked. That had to be because of the nipple clamps, right? There's no way being trapped and having no say in what guys get blowjobs from me was... forcing some primal reaction out of me, was there? I tried to push the thought out of my mind and forget the last two guys I had sex with.
(To be continued if there's any interest, I'll post Part 2.)
