Whitney Houston P.O.V.
All I could hear were my shaky reaths and the wet sounds my pussy was making for him echoing throughout the room. I tightened on him again and spread my legs wider to give him better access, feeling as if I was about to cum yet again..
Wanting to touch him, I reached behind myself and grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. “Please, let me suck you off. It’s the only thing that I’ve been thinking about for weeks now. I need it.”
After rubbing my clit a couple more times until I moaned out into his hand once more, he released me and lay back on the bed, his back against the headboard. Hungrily, I crawled down the bed and between his legs, taking his hard cock in my hand and slipping the head into my mouth, tongue swirling around the top.
When it was wet, I slowly sank my head down upon it, taking it in my throat until I gagged. Lying flat on my stomach with my tits pressed against the bed and my legs swaying back and forth in the air, I bobbed my head up and down on him, letting the spit and drool run down my chin and throat.
“Fuck,” he grunted, holding my hair back in his hand and bobbing my head up and down with it. “Eyes up here, Whitney. Let me see that pretty face of yours while you choke on my cock like that.”
I stared up at him through watery eyes and sank my head down on his dick, letting him into my tight throat and choking myself with his big, fat cock. I stuck my tongue out, licked his spit-covered balls, and bounced my head a bit harder to get a couple more inches inside me.
“Fucking choke on my cock, Whitney,” he grunted, lifting his hips and fucking my throat. “Your mouth is fucking amazing.”
Spit, drool, and slobber ran down my chin and coated his cock. I gagged and wanted to pull back, but I wasn’t going to give in now. I was too deep in this shit and had dreamed of this for far too long.
So, I opened my mouth a bit wider and forced myself to take his dick and balls in my mouth, my breathing restricted completely and hot tears building in my eyes. I blinked a couple times, trying to push them away, and bobbed my head down, not pulling any of him out of my mouth, but hoping to take more of him, as much as I could get.
“Fuck,” he grunted, hips twitching and fingers tightening into my hair. “You’re going to fucking suck the cum right out of my balls if you keep doing that.”
All I wanted was to crawl up onto his cock and ride his dick until I exploded all over him. He was so much bigger than his son, his cock so much fatter, and his mouth so much dirtier.
Pulling my head back, I gasped for air and stuck my tongue out. “Please, fuck my mouth until I’m begging you to stop. I need it so badly.”
“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”
Instead of shoving my head back down on his cock, he shuffled off the bed, grabbed my hair, and gently tugged me onto my back, letting my head hang off the side of the mattress. “Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth wide and let him slide into me. He roughly throat-fucked my mouth, his fingers capturing my nipples and tugging harshly up on them, making them stick right against my shirt. I moaned on him, his fat cock filling up my throat and making it impossible to breathe.
Spreading my legs wide, I touched my clit, rubbing it furiously while he continued to throat-fuck me and tug up on my nipples. A wave of pleasure rushed through my body, and I screamed out on his cock, the sound muffled.
Pleasure shot through me, my legs trembling. He stilled down my throat when I came, only making the pressure even more intense. And when I finished, he didn’t stop fucking my throat.
Spit and drool rolled down the sides of my face, his balls smacking against my cheeks and nose with every thrust. As I continued to rub my clit quickly, he dipped one hand between my thighs and buried his fingers in my cunt, curling them into a come-hither motion over and over, massaging my G-spot.
I pressed my hands against his thighs, desperate to breathe, yet the pressure rose in my core. My legs started trembling again, but he didn’t stop. Two fingers on my G-spot, one hand tugging on my nipple, and his cock down my throat, another orgasm ripped through me.
Still, he didn’t stop.
“I’m going to fuck your throat dry, Whitney,” Mr. Henderson grunted.
He continued to use my throat for his pleasure, his hands all over my body and his dirty mouth grunting. I pressed harder on his thighs, wanting him to pull back. He paused for a brief moment, his hips twitching.
And I thought he was about to come down my fucking throat, like I had been craving.
But then he pulled back and hurriedly tugged me up. “Fuck, I want to be inside your cunt when I cum. It's all have been thinking about.” He pushed me back into doggy-style, where he’d be able to get deep inside me. “As soon as I slip inside you,” he whispered into my ear, his breath fanning the crook of my neck, “you’ll belong to me.”
My pussy tightened, needing and aching for him to be inside of me. All I had wanted and dreamed about for months now was finally coming true. It was so wrong of me, but I couldn’t help the way I felt around my boyfriend’s father.
“Your ass will be mine. Your cunt will be mine. Your mouth will be mine.” He wrapped a hand around the front of my throat to pull me flush against him. “I hope that you understand that, Whitney. Every single inch of you will belong to me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, pussy pulsing.
He grasped my chin and turned my head, forcing me to stare into the mirror at him. Those deep, dark brown eyes were hooded in the dimly lit room. He seized my hip with his free hand and pulled my ass closer to him, positioning his dick right at my entrance. “I’m going to ruin you"
Before I could stop him, he slipped himself inside of me. He pounded into me harder and faster than Luke ever had, his thrusts long and deep. I clutched the bedsheets in my fists and stared into the mirror above the dresser, my pussy clenching around his huge cock.
After wrapping his arm around my waist, he skillfully rubbed my clit, his fingers moving between my glistening pussy lips and across my clit, back and forth and back and forth, the movement endless.
“More,” I moaned, pressure rising in my core. “Give me more. Please.”
He thrust into me harder, his hands seizing my waist and fingers curling around my hips.
“I think of you when I’m with him,” I said breathily, fingers curling into the bedsheets. “When he’s fucking me from behind, when he took me into the bathroom earlier for a quickie, when he sneaks his fingers underneath my skirt while our professor is talking.”
My words only made me hornier.
“God,” I breathed out, on the brink of an orgasm. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Mr. Henderson grunted and stilled inside of me. As soon as he stopped, I threw my head back and came again, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through my entire body. When he pulled out, a thick bead of cum dribbled from his head. He wiped it against my entrance.
I collapsed forward on the bed, my chest rising and falling, thoroughly fucked. He lay beside me, staring up at the ceiling with one hand on his abdomen and the other groping my ass. A couple moments passed in complete silence, then he turned me over onto my back.
I expected him to tell me to get out and leave, but instead, he climbed between my legs again.
“Again?” I whispered.
He positioned his dick at my entrance for the second time tonight.