Bit of a lead in on this one, folks. Skip to below the dividing line if you haven't got the patience.

If there is one thing I'm obsessed with, it's head. Nothing compares (for me at least) to the feeling of a warm wet mouth sliding down on my cock. Even better when the giver has the kind of determination needed to throw the gag reflex out the window and take it all the way to the base. My wife will suck my dick... every now and then. A few times a year at most. But she won't go deep. She can't take it rough. Sometimes it is, dare I say, kind of boring even. Every now and then, when she's had just enough drinks, and we've had just enough fun, she will let me take control of her head and give it to her rough. But it's very rare. And she knows my obsession. She knows it motivates me and turns me on like nothing else. Yet here we are.

It's funny. Once, early on in our dating history, we had a discussion about cheating. I was honest with her about cheating on one of my previous partners (who was very vanilla and borderline asexual) and she said to me: "You know, if your partner is being honest and direct with you about what they want, and you won't give them what they want and need, it's almost your fault if you get cheated on. I mean what do you expect to happen?"

Words that will forever ring in my head. Because when I say obsessed, I truly mean it. It's all I think about. Whenever I see a woman whom I find attractive, my mind immediately goes to visions of her on her knees, my cock in hand, looking up at me, that moment just before she takes me in her mouth...

It gets to be too much sometimes. I have to seek it out, I need it. It's an ever present monster within my being and occasionally I just need to feed it. Easier said than done. It turns out the majority of people don't enjoy a kink for cheating, so there is my first hurdle. Finding a woman who doesn't mind, or even enjoys my situation. But they are out there. The next hurdle is the when and where. I work in a male dominated field- there are no opportunities at work. I don't go out much without my wife, we enjoy an incredible social life together. We are always together. Neither of us travels for work. She doesn't go away on "girls weekends". So the logistics are near impossible. But not impossible.

Last year I found one. I found her here. I’m sure she won’t mind me calling her out, she’s a proud throat slut. I think I can tag her here. She was married, with a kink for sucking off other men. Her schedule was flexible, and she had no problem working with me. I needed her to meet me at 3PM, near the end of my work day. Easy for me to slip out of work a bit early, but still return home within a reasonable time that wouldn't seem off routine. But where to meet? This woman was no amateur. She had clearly done this plenty of times, and she suggested an Adult Boutique. She said we could use a booth there. She said she will often "suck guys off there all the time". I'd never heard of the place, so I plug it in to the ol' maps apps, and lo and behold.... it's quite literally a block away from my workplace. PERFECT.

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We only exchanged enough messages to establish a time, a place, and a collection of limits and boundaries (of which there were basically none). My primary objective was to have my cock throated. She had several directives: She wanted her throat fucked hard. No mercy. No limits. She wanted to be controlled with a strong hand wrapped up in her hair. She wanted to be degraded and called a filthy whore while she choked on a cock, and she also wanted to be called a good girl. And lastly, she wanted my cum nowhere but straight down her throat. I found all of these requests to be reasonable and well within my list of things I enjoy doing so I agreed and we decided to meet the next day.

My nerves were skipping all over the place as I left work and walked up the street. She had already messaged me to let me know she had arrived. I had never even set foot into an adult bookstore before, I had no idea what to expect. But soon enough I was walking through the front door. I was here, and I was doing this. We exchanged an awkward hello, and then she turned to the cashier and asked which booths were open.

"I'm sorry, but we don't allow couples in the booths"

She replies "Oh... really? because the guy who normally works this shift doesn't mind" (wow, how often does she do this!?)

"Yeah, he shouldn't be doing that... But you guys are welcome to go into the theater room!"

The woman who in a few minutes will be choking on my cock turns to me.

"Are you comfortable with that?"

Sure. I pay the admission to the cashier and we walk through a set of double doors into a dark room that smells of bleach and echoes with the soundtrack generic porn. The walls are adorned with TVs, perhaps a dozen, all playing different scenes. The room is carpeted with black pleather sofas. Off to the left, somewhere in the dark, the sounds of a man grunting and moaning, sight unseen. She leads me to the right and gestures for me to have a seat on one of the couches. I drop my pants and sit as she lowers herself to her knees between my legs and quickly gets to work.

I'm nervous. My cock is nervous, and she has no problem taking me fully into her mouth. She's sucking me faster than I'm getting hard, with an intense eagerness to feel me grow within her mouth. Before long I actually had to grab her by the hair and pull her back. "Slow down you eager slut! You'll make me cum before I'm even fully hard"

She obliges and settles into a slow methodical rhythm and before long I hear her begin to moan as my cock stiffens and fills her mouth. Now fully hard, it's showtime.

"Thaaaats it, you fucking slut. Good girl" as I run my hand through her hair, tightening it into a fist. She relaxes her neck and gives herself to me.

"Yes.... mmmm I've been needing a good cocksucking throatslut like you" as I begin to push her down a little deeper with each stroke.

Before long, I've found her gag reflex. I waste no time pushing past it and just 15 minutes after exchanging awkward hellos, she's giving me that most wonderful sound in the world. "Gawk Gawk Gawk Gawk mmmmmm Gluck Gluck Gluck mmmmm"

"Listen to that slutty throat take my cock. What a good girl"

It's feeling really good now. My senses are on fire. I'm starting to debate with myself... This is the throatfucking I've been craving to give, and I want it to last forever, but I'm feeling that warmth grow inside me and if I don't slow down it will all be over soon. I need to buy some time. I settle into a good stride. Aggressively sending the fat head of my cock down her throat by using a fistful of her hair like I'm pumping my cock with a fleshlight for a series of "glucks" and then pulling her back, calling her a whore while she takes a few breaths to catch up and I slap my cock against her face, and then plunging her right back down onto it again.

[Gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluckgluckgluck] annndddd pull

"That's it you filthy slut, show me how bad you need this cock down your throat" And plunge.

I love the way she's moaning on my cock. Find yourself a girl who moans from the pure enjoyment of having her face stuffed and it will be some of the best head of your life. I continue on like this for a bit, becoming aware that I'm actually starting to edge myself, and somewhere in this series, while she's panting for breath on one of her short breaks, she nods over to her right and says "We've got an audience"

I glance over to my right, and sure enough, there are 2-3 guys sitting about 15 feet away, intently watching us. Ohhhhh fuck. Now I knew before this that I am a bit of an exhibitionist, simply because I love showing off on here. But I've never had the opportunity to show off in real life. Realizing that we were being watched set me off. It lit a fire in me like I had never experienced before, and suddenly, all bets were off. I could no longer restrain myself. I could no longer savor the feeling of her throat stretching around my cock. It was on. I now had two hands in her hair and rather than run her throat up and down my cock, I was now holding her head in place and bucking my hips up into her. Fucking my cock into her throat while her spit and drool spilled from the corners of her mouth and ran down my big heavy nuts. As I type this and look back on this experience, if there's one thing I would do differently, I would have stood up in this moment. I would have stood over her and kept one hand in her hair while I cradled the other below her chin and given her a standing face fuck to really put on a show. But in that moment, there was no strategy. She moaned. She choked. She gagged. She whimpered. I called her a slut, a whore, a good girl, a perfect little cocksucking piece of fuckmeat as I ran my cock into her without mercy, and before long I could feel it. My balls began to tighten up. My cock began to throb. It always gets a little bit bigger, a little bit harder, just before I'm ready to explode. If you've seen me show off on here, you'll know what I mean when I say explode.

She was really starting to struggle. I hadn't given her a chance to breathe in a minute or two. "Fffffuccccck yessss yes yes you slut yes don't stop" Like she had a choice. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna fuck this cum so deep down your throat"

That set her off. She moaned, she whimpered like a desperate cumslut. The warmth was exploding inside my body, radiating in every direction from the epicenter of my cock and "Ughhhhh fuuuuuccccck" as I pushed her down as hard as I could, smothering her against my pelvis as I exploded with an intense full body orgasm. Pumping, pumping, pumping. 1 rope, 2 ropes, 3 ropes, 4 ropes, 5, 6, 7.... pushing a bit deeper with each release...8, 9, 10... I pumped into her. I put at least 10 pumps down her throat. Probably more, if I'm being honest. My cock twitched, my hands fell to my side, my head fell back. Those guys were still watching. She pulled off my cock with an audible "pop" as she sucked my fat head clean. I looked down at her, my cock still twitching. She smiled back at me, holding my still throbbing cock at the base. "thank you for the cum, daddy"

Fuck that was good. That was what I needed. But I smirked back at her as my right hand petted her hair. I begin to tighten my grip again and I said "Oh you sweet little slut, you're not done yet."

Her eyes went wide as I pushed her forcibly back down onto my cock, feeding her all 7" all at once. She definitely wasn't expecting this. I hadn't planned on it either, but now it was happening.

Here's the thing about cumming twice in a row, at least in my experience. I'm not sure if it's like this for other guys, and I don't do it that often, but when it comes to cumming twice in a row, my only hope at pulling it off is going HARD. Hard, fast, and consistent strokes. I cannot break my rhythm, even for a second, or else I "fall of the edge". The second I let up, my cock says it's back to square one and now we're going to contend with the good old fashioned refractory period. Because of all this, it's not often I can cum twice in a row. When it comes to sex, my body will become exhausted from the pace before I can get there. Even if I'm jerking off, my wrist will often have trouble keeping up. But this was a throat on my cock. A throat under my control. Warm and wet and already coated with cum....

I laid into this slut. I sawed my cock into her throat with a primal determination. No breaks for air this time. All she was getting this time was deep, hard cock. Her gagging was harder this time. Her choking was audible. She was struggling. She was no longer moaning, it was more of a desperate whimper now. Her head no longer hung loose in my hand, there was some resistance now. It wasn't intentional, I think her body was literally fighting for breath. But we had talked about this. This was consented to prior to meeting. She wanted to be used like this. She craved it.

I heard one of the guys to my left comment. "You don't see this every day". That only egged me on.

The room was now full of the sounds of her rhythmic choking. Her face was covered in tears. Spit. Drool. Throat slime. Cum. All of it was spilling from her mouth and bubbling around the base of my cock with every thrust. Fuck, I needed this. THIS is what I've been craving. This, I think, was my first ever proper facefuck. This was like what you see in the movies.

I started to feel that I was approaching her limit. Her attempt at noises sounded more desperate now. Her hands clenched at my thighs as I fucked my cock into her throat like I was keeping the beat at an EDM festival.

"Thats it, slut, be a good girl, you're doing great"

"mmmpppphhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Almost there slut, I promise"

"Ugnnnpphhhh!!!"

And I was, almost there. I could feel myself approaching the edge. This is the most critical moment of the second orgasm. I certainly can't change course now. Things began to feel desperate. She was struggling more and more, tapping my things, gurgling and choking, muffled whimpering cries for help as I talked her through it, encouraging her, telling her "Don't you fucking stop now"

And then, just as before... My balls began to tighten. My cock, throbbing. The orgasm building and radiating through me and "Ughhhhhh fuck fuck YES you fucking SLUT THATS IT" and again, her moans of involuntary pleasure returned as I once again shot rope after rope of cum deep into her throat, fucking my way towards the end of an orgasm. My second load is always as big as the first, and strangely enough- it's sometimes bigger. I filled her throat with cum and I felt the mixture of cum and spit and deepthroat grool running down my balls. I became aware that I was basically sitting in a puddle. I collapsed back into the sofa. Laughing, sighing, completely drained as she moaned on my softening cock. Doing her best to clean me up. I looked down at her and smiled as she sat back on her heels, obviously proud of herself. "You can thank me now, you perfect little throatslut"

"Thank you, daddy, for soooo much cum"

She sat next to me, we blissed out as we both caught our breath for a few minutes. She asked if I wanted to try for another but I laughed and told her I don't think I've ever been so deeply drained. We cleaned ourselves up best we could and stepped out of the dark room and into the shop portion. Boy that feels awkward, giving a sheepish "See ya later" to the cashier as we step out into the blinding daylight. She turned to me, "I'm going this way" as she motioned over her shoulder. "Oh, my car is back this way" as I pointed in the opposite direction. We exchanged a goodbye almost equally as awkward as the hello exchanged 45 minutes before and we parted ways.

And we never saw each other again.