Eric Part 3

That mean-looking Eric I sucked off this morning
Who forced me to throat his pearlescent semen
I rode the train to his home, excited to see him.

I arrived at three, craving generous pleasure.
He was tall, he was tough, things might get rough
With tickles in my stomach, he said with a smirk
“How’s your throat?” Wow, what a jerk!

Pulled me in, tight grip on wrists, no way to resist
He hurled me around, I fell onto the couch
Fingers slid into my mouth, a grip on my dick
Eric’s thick cock? Already out.

I clutched the sofa, he pressed down on my waist
He lifted my hips to his rough lips for a taste
A stream of saliva trickled over my ring,
When it was ready, he took full control.

“Keep your ass in the air, your hole is a vise"
Strong hairy knees splayed open my legs
His fat purple cock, knocked on my door
After more stretching, ouch I need more!

Laying me prostrate with my feet in the air
Eric was in me, with his long shaft inserted
Hitting my prostate, with his tongue in my ear,
It felt like my awareness wasn’t all there.

Three sharp slaps on ass brought me around
Faster and faster with grunts and deep breathing
I could feel Eric’s dick jump, as we neared completion
Eric buried his shaft completely, outrageously deep.

Cups of hot cum extracted as my ass contracted.
He collapsed on my back, releasing my hair.
I called him Master, he said I was his whore,
I better be here tomorrow, his friend would be there.