She dropped to her knees the second the door shut behind them. No warm-up, no teasing. Her boyfriend Mike had that look in his eye, the one that said he was done waiting. "Get my cock out," he ordered, voice low and rough. Her hands shook a little as she unzipped him, but she knew better than to hesitate. His dick sprang free, already hard and heavy, the head shiny with pre-cum. She wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft and leaned in, tongue out, licking a slow stripe from base to tip just the way he liked.
Mike grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth down on it without asking. "That's it, take it all the way. Suck my cock like the slut you are." The words hit her hard and wet between her legs. She opened wider, letting him slide over her tongue until the head bumped the back of her throat. She gagged once, eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. He held her there, hips rocking in short thrusts, using her mouth like it was just another hole for him to fuck.
Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. She could feel how messy it was getting, how her mascara was probably smearing, but that only made her suck harder. Her lips stretched tight around his girth, cheeks hollowing every time she pulled up. Mike groaned above her, one hand still fisted in her hair, the other reaching down to pinch her nipple through her shirt. "Deeper. I want to feel your throat working." She forced herself lower, nose brushing his pubic hair, throat convulsing around him. Every time she swallowed it squeezed him tighter.
He let her breathe for a second, then shoved back in. "You love this shit, don't you? Made to suck cock the second we get home." She moaned around his dick, the vibration making his hips jerk. Her own pussy was soaked, clit throbbing with every filthy word. She reached down and rubbed herself through her jeans, but Mike kicked her hand away. "No touching. This is about my cock right now." She whimpered but obeyed, hands going behind her back like he'd trained her.
The blowjob turned sloppy fast. She was drooling everywhere, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft when he pulled out to slap his cock against her tongue.
"Open wider. Show me that pretty mouth." She did, and he fed it back in, fucking her face in steady strokes that made her eyes roll. Her jaw ached, but she didn't stop. The taste of him, the weight, the way he used her, it all made her drip.
Mike pulled her off suddenly and hauled her up, bending her over the kitchen table. He yanked her jeans and panties down in one rough move, then shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. "Fucking soaked. You get off on being made to suck, don't you?" She nodded, forehead pressed to the wood, pushing back on his fingers. He pulled them out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust, burying himself balls-deep. She cried out, the stretch perfect and brutal.
He fucked her hard from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. Every thrust pushed her forward, and she braced herself, taking it. "Tell me whose cock this is," he growled. "Yours," she gasped. "Only yours." He slammed in deeper. "That's right. And you're gonna suck it clean after I fill this pussy."
She came first, clenching around him, legs shaking. He followed right after, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. When he pulled out, he spun her around and pushed her back to her knees. "Clean it." Her own juices and his cum coated his softening dick. She licked him from base to tip, sucking the last drops out, swallowing everything like the good girl she was when he wanted her like this.
Mike stroked her hair while she finished, voice softer now but still dirty. "Good fucking girl. Next time I'm making you do it in front of the window so anyone walking by can see you choking on my cock." She shivered at the idea, already wet again. He helped her up, kissed her messy mouth, and led her to the shower. The night wasn't over, and they both knew it. She was already thinking about how she'd beg to suck him again before they slept.
