Ideal Situation:
Short email back & forth, followed by instructions to meet at his house. I arrive and proceed as instructed to the back door. There's a note on the door and I follow the instructions to remove all my clothing. I know on the door and turn my back to the door and put my hands behind my back and wait. A moment later, I hear the door open and feel soft cuffs around my wrists and a blindfold over my eyes.
I'm pulled backwards into the house and led into the interior and told to kneel. I do so and feel a cock pressed against my lips. "Open, slut" you say, and I do. You begin to slide your cock in & out of my mouth, past my lips and eventually bumping the back of my throat. You remind me that I am a worthless and broken slut and that I have no say-so about what's happening. This goes on for quite a while and you suddenly pull out! Quickly, your cock is replaced and after a second I realize this isn't YOUR cock! The pumping is repeated, reminding me of what a slut I am; pulling out before cumming! This is getting frustrating! This is repeated again and again until I feel what I think is your cock. The pumping is much more furious this time, thrusting hard into my wet and helpless mouth.
Soon, you empty a huge load of cum down my throat, growling at me not to waste any! As I finish swallowing, another cock is rammed into my mouth and the frantic pumping renews! I can hear laughter in the background, talking about what a slut I am. This repeats over and over until no one wants to use my mouth again. I am slapped and told to get up and am dragged to the door and pushed outside and told to go away.
I drive home with cum in my mouth, on my face and on my chest under my t-shirt.
This is what I deserve.