I used to dream of being a singer on Broadway. Well, I never made it, but I guarantee, Junior can make me sing in the bedroom. He came over the other night, and he did his usual big-man-on-campus act. He cursed me, called me ugly names, and acted brooding and moody the entire time. I know he’s still trying to come to terms with the fact that he likes a shemale, but the act is really starting to get a little tiring. It does, however, still turn me on, which is a hard fact to hide, so he knew he was getting me hot and bothered. When I tried to go lock myself in my room until he left, he just followed me, catching the door before I could close it. He grabbed me by the hair, shoved me to the floor and said if he didn’t open my mouth, I’d regret it. He shoved his cock down my throat, making me gag; he cut off my air supply, and he wouldn’t let up until I was clawing at him for my breath. Then, he pulled out long enough for me to gasp on his cock a few times before he started skull fucking me. He fucked my throat raw, then spun me around by the hair and shoved his cock hard and deep into my ass. My cock spurted, I couldn’t have helped it if I had wanted to. When he heard and felt my orgasm hit, he forced my head to the ground and made me lick my own jizz up, told me I had to be a good little house bitch and clean up after myself. He fucked me good, long, and hard, and I came 3 more times. I was forced to lick it up each time, and he laughed at me every time that I came, told me what a horny little bitch I was. When he finally came inside of me, he wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed so hard, I couldn’t breathe until he finished. 
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