Yes, that was the deal
From Create Your Own Story
You made a deal, how can you expect them to do as you asked if you don't uphold your end?
Nervosuly, you know your head and fall to your knees.
The first man grins, one you've decided to call Mr.First for the sake of reference. "That's good to see girl!"You were far more willing to this than I thought you'd be, I bet you were desperate for it." he plays with his belt buckle for a second before the cock springs out.
You stare. This is the first time you've seen one so close. It's erect and red and bigger than you thought it would be. Maybe you weren't as prepared for this as you thought you were.
"I'm sure you know what you need to do now." He says, voice hard all of a sudden as he presses the tip against your lips. it pushes it more and you're forced to open your moth to accommodate him.
His dick slides down your throat before you can prepare yourself.
You gag and try to pull away but his hands have found your hair and he keeps a strong hold on you. You groan as he pushes deeper and you're forced to breath through your nose.
He laughs. "That's a good sound. You must be a new kind of slut if you enough it so soon."
You want to argue but you can't on account of your mouth being occupied at the moment. He pulls out about halfway and you think for a moment it's time to breath.
That was the wrong idea. He slams back into you and makes you gag even harder.
Desperately, you try to do something so you don't choke but all you can manage is placing a hand on each leg. That seems to spur him on if anything and he picks up the pace.
He's as rough as he looks and twice as merciless. You're practically helpless as he pounds away at your throat, groaning all the while.
You don't count how long it goes on for but somewhere along the line you realise it'll go on longer if you don't do anything.
So hesitantly, you do your best to swirl your tongue along his rod.
"There you go!" he congratulates you. "Looks like you're beginning to understand what a slut like you is supposed to be doing."
You ignore his words and focus on the task at hand. That might be a pour decision though, because you start to notice the taste.
It's strong, like nothing you've had before. Salty even. Your tongue runs along it's length.
Gods, you realise you're liking the taste right as a moan rumbles in your throat.
He grunts. "This fucking throat." Another grunt. "Oh I wish I could keep you."
You don't even get time to think on that before his length begins to pulse in your mouth. You don't understand what's happening until it's to late and the man above you lets out a groan of his own and hot liquid pours down your throat.
Against your will your eyes roll back into your head as you taste it all. he pumps some more until your stomach feels heavy and he pulls out agonisingly slow.
You gasp for air you didn't know you needed and look up. He grins down at you and then you remember there was a second one.
You turn just in time to get a face load of the same stuff as before. You kneel their in shock as he paints your face white and they laugh.
"That was the best throatfuck I've had in a long time." The first man says. "You did your part girl, we'll let you on into town." He looked down at you. "I'd clean that up first though, don't want them asking any questions."
"Next time we can have a round proper." The man who'd stained your face said with a nasty laugh. "Come looking for us again when you want more."
They leave you like that, on your knees in the woods laughing all the way.
You stay there for a minute, processing what just happened, what you just did.
Then, you run your fingers across your face, and lick them clean.
You make it into town after you've cleaned yourself off without a problem.
