Soft Mouth

It started around nine in the evening. I've lost all sense of time since, but I remember him making some snide comment about it being past midnight and my mouth is still so moist and fuckable. He's been edging himself on my throat, keeping a strict pace of slow, shallow humps. He hasn't cum once, though occasionally I do feel his cock muscles contract, and his balls churn. Probably leaking pre the entire time, but he's buried so deep it goes right into my stomach. I guess I feel a bit full, but on top of his massive orc cock lodged in my throat I've got his entire bulk crushing my body. 

Between those and the thick, smothering nutsack reeking of his pheromones I really can't breathe. He says breathe through the nose but that's not exactly easy. Occasionally he'll pull up and let me get a few gulps of rank, smelly air. I felt light-headed hours ago - I can only describe my current state as floaty. I'm pretty sure I've passed out a few times. Everything feels like a blur.

And yet it feels amazing. His crushing weight, his thighs and feet hugging my head possessively, his balls masking my face, it all feels like a dream I don't want to wake from. His entire body has tucked me into him. And that great green cock's slow, deliberate thrusts - it's more than just a skullfucking, it's a deep breeding. He's taking his time fucking me because he can, because he knows that even if I could somehow wriggle out from underneath him, I wouldn't dream of going anywhere. And he knows it.

"Good boy," I hear him coo from afar. Much of it is muffled by his bulk, but his deep voice - like granite and syrup all at once - drowns out every other sound. The pitter patter of rain against the window, even the soft shlorping when he hilts my face, fade away when he speaks. And he does love to tease.

"Such a good boy... such a soft fucking mouth. I could fuck it all night long. Oh wait, we're almost through the night already, heh heh heh." That soft guttural belly chuckle ripples across my body, momentarily knocking the air out of me. "And I know you love it down there too. Practically begged me last time to 69 you. You just love my body squeezing you tight, my thick orc dick owning that fleshtube you call a throat. The little air you get polluted by the smell of my balls and dick and feet. You may just be my favorite fucktoy. Now let's have a little more fun..."

He may not have cum yet but he's made sure that I have, five times so far. He wraps his thick lips around my member and sucks with gusto. You'd think such a monster would be all top but he really does love cock. I shudder underneath him as my body succumbs to the exquisite torment, and he makes a show of swallowing loudly, as if to tell me my cum belongs to him. The sixth orgasm of the night, combined with the relentless facefucking, sends me spiraling once again into darkness.

Something has changed because as I'm fading I can feel his balls draw close to his rapidly rigiding cock. He bucks just a little faster, groaning and whining from the other end. It's time to receive. I can feel the pulsing inside my throat - five, six, seven spurts, pumping his semen directly into my stomach. It's beginning to feel full, like an entire meal. It's the only sense I'm aware of at the moment, as if the entire universe has just shrunk to the size of his cock and my throat.

Eventually it subsides, his dick softening and retreating far enough to dislodge and allow me some air. We are both so exhausted and so fully satisfied we fall asleep just as we are - him on top of me, his balls and drooling limp cock resting on my face.

I awaken in the morning to find him gone. I miss his hairy nutsack draped over my nose. I lay there for an hour, reeking of his sex. It's hard to move, my body feels like content lead. Eventually I reach for my phone. What messages had I missed last night? Atop the usual bird notifications, a poignant message.

"That was fun :eggplant::sweat_drops::grin:

Can't wait to do it again cutie"

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