No longer shying away from whatever it was, I placed my hands on either side of her face and started to fuck her mouth like she was a toy, not a woman. I thrust fast, deep, and hard and pulled her head up and down on me in unison. After 10 or 15 seconds of trying to hurt her, I simply thrust as deep as I could, pulled her mouth to me as forcibly as I could manage, and just held her there. She gagged. I got what I wanted but immediately regretted it. I released her head.
“I’m sorry, girl,” I whispered.
She coughed once, swallowed, and then immediately throated me again. When she came up for air, she said, “Don’t be. I loved it. Do it again and cum for me this time.”
I wasn’t ready to cum after one more round of this. I wasn’t yet ready even after two more rounds. It felt amazing, but I didn’t have enough control of her and the situation to bring me off, so I got up from the seat and turned around. I made her lay on her side with her head against the seat. I held her head down and pushed my cock in and out of her mouth repeatedly. Every few thrusts, I’d bury my entire length in her throat and feel her gag. Finally, it started really affecting me. When I got close, I pulled my cock from its warm place and let her catch her breath.
After a few seconds of her heaving and coughing, she spit out with venomous intensity, “Do it, you fucker!”
I quickly buried my entire length deep into her throat. One hand pushed her head into the seat and the other held her throat, just under her jaw. With that hand, I could feel the tip of my cock inside of her as it moved. I didn’t pump in and out of her mouth as much as I just ground my cock into her, thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting until…
I roared as I came a torrent down her tight throat and straight into her stomach. I couldn’t tell if she was gagging. I didn’t care. I probably shot ten ropes of spunk into her throat until I could relax enough to release my grip on her. I sat on my heels and leaned against the back of the driver’s seat. If I was worried I was too rough with her, I needn’t have been.
“Mmmm, thanks for the big, yummy load, stud. I needed that.”
She had pulled the mask back up as soon as my cock left her mouth. I could guess from her eyes that she was smiling, but the mask made it impossible to be sure. After a pause, she pulled herself up off the seat, yanked the mask down, and kissed me. It was a sweet, tender, deep, and salty kiss. When she pulled away, I registered both the wisp of a smile and a beautiful face ever so briefly before she pulled the mask back up, got out of the car, and closed the door behind her.
She never looked back or returned my texts, and I never saw her again.