After a quiet night out on the town, I decided to go home. Before I could make it back to my car, a strange man came up behind me and threw one arm around my neck and grabbed my belt with the other.
As he pulled me off to the darkest part of the parking lot, I recognized him from the bar. When he saw me look at him, he pushed me up against a car. He spun me around and forced his pierced tongue into my mouth. Then he forced me down to my knees in front of him.
He whipped out his cock and pushed it between my lips before I could try to object. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his cock between my lips back to the depths of my throat. Eventually, I reached one hand around the base and the other around his thigh, taking over and fucking my face with that hard, pulsating cock.
He told me I was such a good cock sucking bitch as I bounced my head up and down, taking him deeper each time. He assured me that if I kept it up like that, he was going to cum down my throat. Just hearing him tell me to look into his eyes, pushing that cock all the way down my throat and seeing the sheer pleasure on his face made me suck that much harder, faster and deeper in a desperate need to taste more of him.