Which until today I thought was pretty big.
Anytime I didn't have a huge throbbing black cock in my hand, which wasn't very often, I wrapped my hand on my own rock solid dick. Which is a surprise because while I was busy getting myself drunk on all the black cum I could swallow, I came twice. But the thought of what they would do to me if I said no, made my cock hard. If I spat the cock out of my mouth and walked out. Sure, I was terrified of what could happen to me if I said no. It didn't fully hit me until they were all gone. Sitting on this dirty couch, licking cum off my lips, head spinning at the thought that I was in fact what those six delicious black cocks had spent the last two hours calling me, a cocksucker. If you would have told me at the beginning of my day that I would be willingly on my knees, praying that just one more big black cock would walk through those doors and feed me my seventh load, I would have laughed in your face. But there I sat, in a dark room, listening to the foot steps echo down the dark hallway as the four black studs who had just fed me a total of six loads, leave me there. A throat that until two hours ago, had been what I assumed, was straight. Two hours I spent having my throat fucked raw by rough black cocks. That's how long I spent on my knees in the room labeled 'Mouth'.
