My name is James Kinney. This is a very embarrassing true story.
The huge black cock in front of my face slid slowly through my moist pouty lips and over my tongue. The black skin was so smooth on my tongue. I tasted the cock. It had a slight hint of salt and filled my entire mouth. By the time his cock reached the back of my throat, my eyes grew wide.
Then he pushed further, and his gigantic member plunged past my tonsils. My eyes fluttered and began to water. Instinctively, without thinking, my lips began sucking his humongous meatstick. My cheeks hollowed as my lips slurped and bobbed on his black rocket.
His large, manly balls bounced off my chin repeatedly. I was getting hardcore deep-throated by a real man. All I could do was suck and blush. The intense throat fucking went on for about fifteen minutes non-stop. He thrust his hips, and I gobbled his cock like his sissy bitch.
The room was filled with slurps and gulps as his massive cock started to throb and pulse in my mouth. Suddenly, he groaned, and his cock exploded and sprayed cum everywhere in my mouth and throat. I looked up at him and guzzled his cum until every drop was gone.
My cum-drenched lips slid off of his cock with a POP! He placed his hand on my forehead and pushed me back. I landed with a THUD! on my butt and stared up at him in shock. I panted to catch my breath. He just smirked at me. I was his submissive sissy bitch.
Just then, I heard the sound of multiple females giggling behind me. I turned around and was shocked to see three Indian girls sitting. They had watched me gobble cock dutifully with great amusement. Oh, the embarrassment.
My mouth dropped open in mortification when I noticed that one of the Indian girls was my ex-girlfriend Prits. Oh! My! God! Prits is going to tell everyone that she watched me prove that I was a sissy bitch. And I was wearing nothing except a tiny pink thong panty with a little black bow in front.
I was a cock-whore and a panty-boi. Yikes! My brain sizzled with utter humiliation. Just when I thought things could not get any more humiliating, another big, strong black man stepped up. He shoved his mammoth black cock deep into my mouth.
Once again, I bobbed and slurped with ferocious passion. I was so mesmerized by the process and the sensation of his thick meat banging my tonsils. I could hear the girls laughing at me again. The black guy held my head and wildly pumped as my throat surrendered to his masculinity.
My eyes watered profusely as my throat produced a “GUH! GUH! GUH!” sound. The girls were laughing hysterically, and I was disoriented. The guy dumped a gallon of cum down my sissy throat and pulled out. I sat in total astonishment and looked over at Prits.
She was laughing so hard that she had tears in her eyes. I grunted in flabbergasted embarrassment. I started bouncing up and down on my thong panties, my butt cheeks slapping the ground over and over. I bounced and bounced until my butt was sore.
The girls laughed so hard that they had to catch their breath. Once Prits caught her breath, she declared, “Bounce those panties hard for me!” I blushed and bounced and whimpered and whined. A third guy stepped in front of me and grabbed my head. I stopped bouncing.
His cock pressed against my lips, and I sensually kissed the tip of his cock. My lips wrapped around his head, and my tongue moved back and forth under his frenulum. Then I took the rock-hard black cock deep in my throat. I savoured that black pole.
The cum that was poured into my mouth was so much that I had to swallow three times to take it all in. Prits giggled, “Guzzle that cum sissy boi!” I blushed and panted to catch my breath. I was reeling with embarrassment. Prits was watching me get cock-fed and sissified.
I could only imagine the things that she would say. I looked at Prits, and she smiled and wiggled her eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner. She was enjoying seeing me humiliated.
“I love those panties on you! That thong is skimpier than my panties!” teased Prits.
I blushed and rolled my eyes. “Ha ha ha! Very funny!” I groaned.
Suddenly, I was being lifted to my feet. A guy behind me had grabbed the elastic band of my thong panty and delivered an atomic wedgie. As he held the wedgie in place, I danced and hooted as I grabbed my panty and held on. The room erupted in laughter at my thong wedgie.
He let go, and I huffed and picked the panty out of my butt crack. Prits stepped beside me and smacked my butt cheeks a few times. I let her have her way with smacking my butt. She had spanked me countless times when we dated. Taking me over her knee and lighting my butt cheeks on fire.
Prits knew how to spank to make my whole butt burn hot for several hours. She delivered about 20 firm swats and backup giggling. I blushed and rubbed my butt. The group of girls led me out of the room and out to a waiting car. I was still just wearing my panties.
They wouldn’t tell me where we were going. But we pulled up in front of a public park. They led me to a large open pavilion where a spanking bench was sitting. They tied me over the bench, and the girls began spanking me using a large wooden sorority paddle.
The thunderclaps filled the pavilion, and my butt grew sore. A crowd of people gathered around to watch three Indian girls spank me. It was humiliating. The girls then led me back to the car, and I sat on my very sore butt. Prits drove to a huge convention centre.
She made certain to hit every bump along the way because each bump we hit made me whimper with surrender. The girls lead me into the convention centre. There was a huge kink event occurring. I was led behind a curtain, and when we came through the curtain, we were standing in a booth.
A few guys came into the booth. I could see people walking by. Prits ordered me to get on my knees and suck the cocks of every guy that came into the booth. I found myself bobbing and slurping on cocks for hours. My brain snapped and crackled with utter humiliation.
I was sucking cock after cock after cock in front of my ex-girlfriend Prits. Eight hours later, I had sucked off 50 cocks and was so cum drunk that I could not even remember my name. Prits announced that I would be returning the next day and sucking even more cocks.
I was dumbfounded to discover that I was running a Blowjob Booth at KinkFest. I was so cum drunk that I could not even speak. I mumbled incoherently as Prits and her girlfriends laughed at me.
“Bo hobo-numbla!” I mumbled.
“Oh god! That is so hilarious! Those quivering lips are so tired from servicing all those real men!” she quipped.
I nodded in submission.
The next day, the girls held to their word. They took me back to KinkFest, and I ran the Blowjob Booth. I gave blowjobs to 86 cocks that day. I was so soundly cum drunk that I passed out 3 or 4 times.
But Prits would bring me back to consciousness with smelling salts and tell me, “Keep sucking. Don’t you ever stop sucking cocks, James! Sucking cocks is your life!”
I am so embarrassed to admit it. But I’ve never stopped sucking cocks, just like Prits demanded. My apartment is now my Blowjob Booth. I give an average of 68 blowjobs every day. I hold all world records for gobbling cock and guzzling cum. Prits laughs so hard about that.
I had to quit my regular job because I was sucking cocks so much. Now, my full-time job is sucking Black and Indian cocks. Their cum is my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I blush in extreme embarrassment daily and bounce on my butt every night.
Prits keeps me deep-throating cocks and guzzling cum! Prits keep me bouncing on my butt until my poor butt is so so sore! Ugh! The embarrassment!