Ravaging the Throat (2)
“Slurp slurp slurp. Sluuuuuurp!”
“Good girl.”
Even though her throat was completely sealed off by his cock, leaving no room for breath, Bidel madly flicked her tongue along the underside. “Sluuuuuurp!” Her entire mouth clung vacuum-tight to his shaft, sucking hard. Just that alone was pure ecstasy, but she even pistoned her head on her own. Her lips gripped him perfectly tight—the ideal blowjob for milking out every drop. He could endure it, no problem.
“Ngh!”
Then, out of nowhere, an unexpected jolt rocked his cock. The throat enveloping his glans started vibrating unnaturally. “What the...! This is!”
Her throat trembled like a vibrator, buzzing fiercely. Whether it was her body's natural design or some magic vibrating her neck, one thing was clear: this woman wasn't human. She was his personal onahole, built solely to squeeze out semen. No frills needed.
“Sluuuuuurp! Slurp! Glorp glorp. Lick lick.”
“Fucking slut. That thirsty for cum?”
His cock was already buried to the hilt with nowhere left to go, but he grabbed the back of Bidel's head and slammed his hips forward with all his strength. “Glurk!” He yanked her face in hard enough to crush her nose. “Keep it moving.”
Bidel's service was near perfect. Still, he wanted to thrust into her throat himself. The physical stimulation might be similar, but he craved that rape-like dominance.
“Glurk! Gulp! Ngh! Kkh! Glk!”
Every jab of his glans into her throat drew out agonized groans. When he pulled back, she slurped greedily; when he pushed in, her tight passage clamped down hard. The warm, soft flesh was the ultimate cock sheath.
“Mmph! Mmp!”
He pulled his glans out of her throat for a moment. “Gah! Hack!” Playfully prodding her cheek with it made the side of her face bulge comically. “Mmph. Nghh.” Even in this humiliating pose, with her cheek molded to his glans shape, Bidel diligently licked along his shaft.
“Open that throat.”
He savored the tight squeeze again as he shoved back into her throat. “Glurk! Kkh! Lick lick.” Once inside, she swallowed saliva to grip him tighter; when he withdrew briefly, her tongue danced wildly. Not a single second of slacking—she served his cock with full effort, and it was adorable.
“Glk! Glurk! Sluuuurp!”
Every time he buried it to the root, she let out a toy-like “glk.” “Glk! Glk! Glurk!” Deepthroat was undeniably effective for building that ejaculation urge. People were waiting outside, so maybe focus on just dumping his load for now.
“Glk! Glk! Glk! Glk!”
“You make those sounds too, huh.”
A summon boasting machine-like composure and flawless execution. Yet when her throat got ravaged, she groaned like any ordinary girl in agony.
“Glk! Glk! Glp! Sluuuuuurp! Lick! Sluuuuuurp!”
“I'm gonna shake my hips harder, so wrap your arms around my waist and don't let go.”
Bidel obeyed, clutching his waist tight. Pressed so close, it felt like she truly adored him—blissful.
“Here it comes.”
Pure throat-rape for ejaculation alone. He kept his thick glans stabbing relentlessly inside her throat, never letting it slip past her uvula. “Glurk! Glurch! Glk!”
“Don't drool—it's messy. Swallow even if it's tough.”
“Glk! Glk! Glk! Glk!”
Bidel's lower lip kissed his balls dozens of times over. Pull back an inch or two, then thrust in for another smooch.
“Glk! Glk! Gurrk! Glurch!”
“You sound so human in pain.”
Worth the friction on her throat. As his excitement ramped up the pace, lewd wet slaps echoed loudly. “Glk! Glurk! Sluuuuuurp!” Even retching in agony, she sucked whenever she had a sliver of breath.
“Good job. Nothing left to teach you.”
“Glk! Glk! Glk! Lick lick. Slurp! Slurp! Slrp! Slrp! Glk!”
Her moans might carry outside, but he couldn't stop thrusting. The bliss of his shaft's underside gliding over her soft tongue—indescribable. Her warm throat's grip was incredible too.
“Fuck yeah. Throat-pussy's the best.”
No matter how he stabbed and drilled, the tightness held firm. Even premium onaholes loosened up or tore after a few uses. But this throat-pussy perfectly replicated that sweet new-toy squeeze—hell, it felt several times better.
“Sluuuuuurp! Slrp! Slrp! Slrp! Slrp! Lick lick.”
“Ngh!”
Her suction was no joke; to hold back, he rammed his glans deep into her throat. “Glurk!” Bidel's throat vibrated again. He'd never tried a vibrating onahole, but this was heaven.
“This throat-pussy's getting cocky.”
He'd planned to leisurely fuck her throat for another three minutes. But her rhythm-shifting vibrations kept his glans quivering nonstop.
“Ngh! The cum's coming out on its own...!”
Realizing he couldn't hold back, he gripped her head and slammed to the root. Final hip shakes pumped the semen rising from his balls. “Glk! Glk! Glk!”
“Swallow it all. You're a toilet—you can handle it, right?”
“Glk! Glk! Glurk!”
Spurt! Spurt! Spluuurt!
“GLURK!”
His glans, parting her narrow flesh, reached the end of her throat and trembled in joy, unloading semen straight toward her stomach. “Glurch!” Bidel's mouth gaped like she might puke, eyes rolling back. But she clenched her mind, holding down the vomit.
“Ngh! Glk! Gulp!”
She gulped it down, uvula quivering. Toilet approved.
“Hoo...”
This was his most euphoric masturbation ever. Had his glans twitched twenty times during orgasm? Her swallowing throat milked him, prolonging the ejaculation. His burning-hot glans kept blazing even after emptying.
“Haha.”
Good mood made him laugh unwittingly. Maybe mocking Bidel's duck-bill mouth slurping cum comically. Primal emotions overflowed—he barely knew himself.
“Gulp! Gulp!”
No post-nut clarity. Just sweet, dizzying pleasure in her throat.
“Glk! Gaaah!”
Bidel was on the verge of passing out, but she didn't pull off his cock. He didn't want her to. A toilet that couldn't take it whenever, however long—disqualified. Even onaholes managed that.
“Feels just like before shooting?”
His balls still felt heavy. Thanks to mana power, he could cum several more times no problem.
“Hey. Can I keep fucking your throat?”
“Gulp. Gulp. Nghhh!”
A tear dropped from Bidel's reddened eyes. Even if she craved his cock, her body signaled its limit.
“Speak, you fucking slut.”
Demanding words while shoving deeper—impossible to reply. “Glurk...” Her teary eyes half-rolled back. Even losing consciousness, she nodded desperately, conveying her service will.
“Here we go!”
“Glk!”
Throat-thrusting flushed out residual cum from his urethra. “Glurk! Glk! Glk!”
He tested chatting via the internet while prodding her throat.
It seemed rough—reply delayed.
Chatting required thinking the message mentally. Even for Bidel, typing normally while throat-fucked was impossible.
“Glurk! Glk! Glk! Gurrk!”
No reply. Not one to exaggerate, she must truly have no slack.
“Hmm.”
Scraped out the last urethral remnants, then slowly withdrew his glans to her tongue. “Gah! Hack! Haa. Haa.” Even freed from her throat, her tongue barely served—must've been suffocating.
“Haa. Haa.”
“Hey. Bidel.”
“I'm sorry, Master.”
Expecting scolding, she resumed licking diligently. “If it feels like dying, tap my thigh. I'll pull out slow.”
He'd been too excited earlier. Obviously, he couldn't kill Bidel.
“How could I presume to...”
Even unconscious, she wouldn't gesture refusal. Fair—he'd be pissed mid-thrust too.
“Even if my heart stops once, as long as it's not shattered, I'll auto-revive later. Don't worry, Master—just use your throat-pussy.”
“Yeah?”
Even if she died throat-fucked, he'd just pussy-fuck till she revived on her own. “Glurk!” Back to deepthroating bliss. No intent to kill, though—revival time unknown, and Haru and Chaehee waited outside.
“Glk! Glk! Gurrk!”
“Heh.”
Near-suffocation throat-pussy intrigued. Test it later. “Sluuuuuurp!”
“Gonna cum.”
Splurt!
He'd held back before. Now, knowing his stamina, cum whenever.
“Sluuuuuurp! Gulp! Sluuuuuurp! Gulp!”
Fierce throat-thrusting mid-ejaculation, then back to her tongue. “Suck it yourself now.”
“Mmph!”
No hesitation—she swallowed to the root and pistoned her head at high speed. Thud thud.
“Hey, Bidel. Someone's coming—suck quietly.”
Didn't want to stop. No way they'd enter the men's room. Thud. Someone paused at the door—tall, definitely sister Haru.
“Oppa? Still got a ways to go?”
Stab stab stab. Bidel moved her head at insane speed with barely a sound. Slight wet sloshes from throat-polishing, but not suspicious.
“Almost done.”
“What're you doing in front of the bathroom? Business done?”
“What else...”
Brain too aroused for excuses to Haru. Washing hands? No water here outside walled villages.
“What're you doing, I said?”
Stab stab stab.
“Doing what...”
No good. Mind blank. Shoved pre-cum cock back in, jabbed her cheek hard. Spluuurt! Filled her mouth with semen.
“Slrrrp. Gulp.”
Planned to savor it on her tongue slow this time.
“Jinwoo oppa! What're you doing?!”
The bathroom door finally creaked open.