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Cocksucker

By: LaceAndHumiliation



Cocksucker. I've been called many things in my time, occasionally in anger but often in the heat of lust, but that one is my favorite. Cocksucker. It's just so descriptive, so simple, so accurate. If you've called me that the chances are I've probably sucked you dry. My name is actually Alicia. I suck cocks. I'm an oral woman. I smoke too much, I talk too much and I chew gum too much. I love having something in my mouth. I've both gained and lost relationships because of it. I'm not here to justify my desires or to defend them in any way. I'm just here to tell you about it.

Don't get me wrong, I love all kinds of sex just like everyone else. It's just that I'm fascinated and enchanted by everything there is to sucking cock. Guys seem to like that, at least at first. I don't usually hear a guy complaining when I'm on my knees sucking him off on our first date. It's true, it's just that easy. I'm that easy. Alicia the cocksucker. I should have my own line of T-shirts. I've actually considered having that tattooed on me but I haven't yet gotten up the nerve though I know one day soon I will. Guys have their own agenda. They want to get to know me. They want to see if we're compatible. They want to see if I get along with family and they want their cocks sucked. I've been through relationships before. I know where it's headed so I just focus on what I want and that is that cock in my mouth. Often it leads to no second date. No matter, if that happens then I got what I needed and they got a blowjob. To me, it's win-win. It's not like there is a dearth of guys out there who want to get their dicks sucked. 

I'd done things in high school though I just thought what I was doing was normal. It wasn't until college that I noticed that I was different. One of my first relationships was with a guy in college. We were hot and heavy and he loved my mouth in a big way. His name was Mark. I met him at one of those beer filled college parties. He was an athlete, a big hulk of a guy with beautiful black hair and a strong jaw. I actually was at the party with another guy named Jake that I'd just met in class that day. Jake and I were fooling around on the couch. We tried to be somewhat inconspicuous. I was rubbing his cock through his pants and he had his hands down my top. It wasn't like we were the only ones fooling around, there were couples paired off everywhere. Jake was saying how bad he wanted it, I knew. Even then I'd had enough experience to know that I'd have him. I looked around. I pulled him into a hallway. It deadended by the bedrooms. The rooms were occupied. He was frantic. I looked back, people were milling in the distance but other than the residents there was no reason for anyone to come back there. Anyone walking past the hall though could see everything. I didn't care. I pushed him up against the wall. I put my finger over my lips and shushed him. I dropped to my knees. He fumbled to get his youthfully hard cock out of his jeans. I took him in my mouth. Even then I was enthralled by the taste, the smell of cock. Honestly, at the time, I didn't even know if I liked this guy or not or whether I wanted to date him. Still, here I was in the hall, sucking his cock. I was enjoying it and I looked out of the corner of my eye in the mirror behind Jake and I saw someone watching. It was Mark, he'd stopped as he passed by and was watching us. I saw the desire in his eyes. I just smiled and kept sucking. Jake wasn't experienced. This may have even been his first blowjob, he couldn't hold it. He filled my mouth up with his cum. He didn't even bother warning me. No matter, I knew he was ready. He got totally embarrassed when I stood up with a grin and wiped some of his cum off with the back of hand. He saw Mark and he turned bright red and he mumbled something and he ran off back to the party. Mark just stood there with his eyebrow raised as I walked towards him.

"Like what you saw?" I said with a flirty air.

"Hell yeah," he said lustfully.

We ended up back at his place fucking all night long. I don't remember if I ever saw Jake again. I sucked Mark daily, sometimes more than once. He was insatiable at first. I remember that he never called me his girlfriend or introduced me to his family but we spent one memorable semester together. 

But as I've learned, that which attracts some people can also be what drives them apart. Mark took advantage of every opportunity I gave him to use my mouth and, on several occasions he even shared my oral services with a couple of his football buddies. He told me he wanted them to be relaxed for their game. He begged me when I first refused. This was still early in my relationship days so I was trying to do the good girl, one man, thing. He was just trying to take advantage of me to get more popular with the in crowd, I can see that now. Eventually, my own lust and nature took over, he needn't have worried. One Friday night before a home game I was in my dorm room with my roommate, Maggie. I got a knock on the door. It was Bo, the running back of the team. I'd finally agreed with Mark to do "something" like that for him. I hadn't expected it to be so soon. Bo was black. He was lean, muscular and quite cute. Maggie was like an old hen, protective, but I convinced her it was ok and to let me "talk to him alone" for a bit. Reluctantly, she left.

Bo had a goofy smile. I had him sit down. I had no idea how to approach this. I knew then that I loved sucking cock but at that time I found it hard to just blurt out, "so, do you want me to suck you off?" I decided to make him do it. Good thing for us Bo didn't bother with subtlety.

"So, Bo...I'm Alicia."

"I know," he smiled, this time with sexual tension.

I put my hand on his knee. "So, how do you know Mark?"

He chuckled at that question. He saved us a lot of time with his answer. "I know him because he said he had some fine fox that would suck my big black dick."

I turned crimson. He took my chin softly in his big hands. "Is he wrong?" He asked gently.

I couldn't look at him. I nodded, no, he wasn't wrong. I melted into his lap. That familiar feeling drove me. I rubbed it through his shorts, he was hard and big, he wasn't fucking lying. I slurped up that fine cock, no more than two minutes after he was in the room I was on my knees worshipping his cock. Two minutes before he didn't even know me, now I was giving him the pleasure of his life. He was hard and thick. I'd like to say that his big black cock was the biggest I've ever had at that it was 12 inches, but no. It was just big and fucking nice and I've had plenty to judge it by. Biggest? No, one of my favorites? Yes. He was far more experienced at this though, he warned me he was cumming. I'm sure it was so I could pull off. There's no way I was going to allow that. I took his load the best I could and tried to catch the rest in my palm. He just grunted approvingly when I licked the remnants off my hand in front of him. Then, just like that he was gone. I remember thinking at the time, "I could get used to this." I was rubbing my pussy sore when Maggie came back. I don't know if she could smell the sex in the room but she didn't bother to ask about it so I assumed she figured it out.

At first Mark was giddy about my performance, which I repeated the next week with another player, this time a thick, white lineman who only lasted a minute. As time went on, however, I found myself building a reputation among the players. I found myself on my knees more often and most of these had no connection to Mark. One day he announced that he wanted me all to himself. I agreed and I asked if it meant we were now exclusive. He wouldn't commit himself. I told him he was crazy, then. 

"Cocksucker," he growled through his teeth.

That was the first time I'd been called that. "That's because you are just a dirty cocksucker."

I never saw him again after I walked out on him. Cocksucker I may be but his is one cock I'll never pleasure again, his loss. I learned some things from that experience though. One, my pleasure is up to me and two, sometimes that pleasure can be enhanced by the element of control. When I was sucking off some of the guys on the team, it was extra hot when I felt like I was being made to do it. Even though Mark really wasn't a controlling type, I still felt like that added to the thrill of it. I found out how much more thrilling it could be when someone actually knew what they were doing. 

The best thing about college was the eclectic range of people. I met all kinds (no, I didn't suck them all off...yet). One day I met Will. He was one of those eternal students. He was a good ten years older than I was. He had the look of a hippie. He had long hair, which he often wore in a pony tail. My friends and acquaintances thought he looked like Charlie Manson, to me he looked more like Jim Morrison. He was an old soul. He was into jazz, old films and renaissance art. He was also a pervert, a proud one. He was one of those anti-marriage, free sex for all, kind of people. He claimed he had no jealousies or pettiness when it came to sex. He intrigued me, even from the beginning.

Sure, I sucked him off on our first date. He had a delicious taste to his cum, he claimed it was from being a vegan. He fucked me silly from the day he met me. He showed me things, ways to fuck that I'd never even imagined. He made me confess all my secret fantasies to him. He claimed he'd make them all come true. To me, it was all talk, I'd been in relationships before, I knew what the "honeymoon phase" was all about, lust. He was insistent, however. One by one my fantasies fell before him. He arranged a threesome with another woman. He showed me how wonderful anal sex can be. He videotaped our lovemaking (my fantasy, not his, he pixeled out his face). We fucked outdoors, in restaurant bathrooms, pretty much everywhere my mind could fantasize about. There was still one fantasy I'd mentioned that he never seemed to bring up.

The semester was coming to a close. Will was actually going to take the next semester off to "find himself" in Europe. He was planning on touring the countries in a Vespa he planned on buying when he got there. He had great plans. The crazier things sounded, the more excited he was over them. I was happy for him, he was one of those guys whose energy and passion spilled over, and gave you some of it. Still, I was crushed. I thought I'd finally met someone who could handle the real me. I walked around like a zombie for a week after he told me he was leaving. He was well known around campus, the younger students called him their old man. He'd fucked a ton of the coeds too, not that that bothered me. He was like the candyman to them, he had the sex, the drugs they needed. He said goodbye one day and he was gone. I cried, it might've been the last time I cried over a man. He told me as he was leaving that he'd still fulfill all my fantasies. I just shrugged. There still was one. He had a wry smile. 

"Don't worry Alicia, my beautiful cocksucker, things work themselves out," he said. That was the first time anyone called me that with respect, though not the last.

Things went on. I graduated, moved to the city. The city was a perfect place for someone like me. I had the ability to have random encounters and still remain lost in the vastness of the anonymity. I got a job, which I promptly lost when the boss caught me sucking off his nephew after hours. The fucked up part was that he pulled me into his office, said he'd think about not saying anything if I sucked him off. So I did but he fired me anyway. Men, I'll never get them. I actually found a better job working behind a bar. Guys never could resist throwing money my way after ogling my tits. 

It was there that my desire for being controlled came up again. The owner, a married Greek guy in his fifties found out my weakness. I fucked up on a big tab one day and he called me into his office. It was at a point where I really needed the job and the money. He looked mad. I begged him not to take it out of my pay. I was bluffing, really, I just didn't want him to fire me. He had a look in his eyes that I recognized. He asked me how much I wanted my job. I blurted out that I'd do anything. It only took a knowing nod and a nudge to the floor for me to take out his dick and start sucking. He told me I was a bad girl and this is what bad girls have to do to get out of trouble. As I was wiping his cum off with the back of my hand he warned me that this is what I should expect if I fucked up again. He said it with a knowing wink. After that he made up any excuse to "punish" me. I dug the way he made me do it. I knew that he could fire me at any time, so I had to be there, on my knees, when he insisted. He even did little things like make my job harder, or the tasks more impossible, just so that I would mess up and have to blow him. I loved being made to service his fat cock. One day his wife nearly caught us and soon after I was fired. He had the saddest look in his face when he let me go.

A couple of years passed. One day I opened my door and Will was standing there, smiling. He was back in the country, his semester long hiatus had turned into almost four years. We caught up on things. He wasn't there to rekindle any kind of love thing, he was here only temporarily before his next great adventure. I had also emotionally moved on. Still, seeing him brought back all those sexy memories. It obviously did to him too, we fucked ourselves to sleep that night. He told me he was leaving again soon, as I sucked him off under the breakfast table the next morning. He told he had only one regret. He wouldn't tell me what it was. He told me he'd fix it before he left.

There was a huge yearly end of the semester party at the old school and he planned on going to see his old friends before he went off again. He wanted me to come with him. I couldn't see the thrill of it but he was insistent so I caved. I just couldn't see hanging out with the air headed young bimbos that I remembered from school while horny clueless guys circled around like vultures. I thought back on my days there, however, and remembered the sex I had and it gave me pleasant chills. I hoped that we could just go and hang out and then rush home and fuck our brains out. 

This particular bash was orchestrated by the frats and sororities but it included pretty much everyone on campus, the jocks, the popular and even many of the locals. It was legendary. I'd been to a couple of them and never failed to get laid nor failed to witness a number of other people getting laid as well. Still, I didn't put two and two together with Will. I should've expected something from such a clever and devious pervert.

He urged me to wear my tight jean skirt that barely covered my ass. Now, of course you know by now I'm no prude. However, my ass has grown a tad since school, I knew that wearing it would invite leering eyes. He, however, was giddy about the way it looked. He insisted I wear my pink panties that have some frills around the edges. Any movement like a bend, and the bottoms would be clearly visible. I just smirked at him and acted like he was such a child for wanting it, but secretly, seeing him getting worked up about it made me get excited as well. I thought about going braless but he made me wear the matching bra, pink and lacy, inside a white blouse, of whose buttons he had liberally undone. He had me tie the bottom of the shirt together, which bared my toned belly. He grunted his approval and gave me a kiss that made me weak in the knees. He said I was "ready."

We smoked a joint on the way over, he always had the best stuff. I stroked his cock through his jeans on the way over, he was already stiff. I started to lean over to give him some head but he playfully pushed me away. I pouted, he just smiled knowingly. We got to the party, the reefer made us playfully giddy. The party stretched out nearly a city block, it included a frat house, a sorority house and several student rental houses. Will pulled me inside the first house with a boyish grin. At first, I was disappointed that I was right, it looked like just a bunch of air headed girls and barely legal teenage boys oozing their raging hormones. Will didn't seem to mind. They greeted him like he was a god, the presence of his legendary weed not hurting his cause. I saw Will talking to one of the older guys. His name was Chad. I saw them disappear into a back room. The young women at the party oohed and aahed about how fine Chad was and what they wanted to do to him. I could only laugh to myself at how little they probably knew about pleasing a man. I was left there to hear their fantasies and fend off the awkward advances of the young men. Their attempts were pathetic, though it felt good to be desired so much. Their chemical induced lust was starting to rub off on me. I danced with a few of them, each one seemed to be bolder than the last with his hands. Several got good feels of my ass as we danced, the last one got his hand inside my top and got a quick feel of my sheer bra before I playfully pushed his hand away. 

I began to wonder where Will had gone. He and Chad had returned, they'd been watching me dance. Will called me over and introduced us. Chad had a perverse grin on his face. Will then dropped the bomb.

"Remember that one fantasy you had?" He asked with a wry smile.

Of course I knew, it drove me over the edge every time I wanted an incredible orgasm. I just nodded weakly, funny that the mention of it filled me with such fear along with the rush.

"Chad here is going to help us with it, aren't you Chad?" Will asked while Chad nodded stupidly.

I blushed. I thought it funny that if he'd just asked me to suck him off I'd have probably done it without hesitation, yet here I was blushing in front of them. 

Will's voice brought me back to reality. "So, your number one fantasy, to suck a bunch of cocks..."

My head felt heavy, I could feel myself trembling at hearing it aloud.

"...is going to come true tonight," he said while staring deep into my eyes.

I could only nod. I tried to avoid his gaze, it was powerful, commanding.

"Chad here has a tool for us to use, in order to help us fulfill all aspects of your fantasy." He nudged Chad playfully as he said it. "In return, Chad requires something from you."

I could only stare at them both, my mouth agape. Will was tickled by shock at the whole thing. 

Will said, "First, Chad wants his to be the first cock you suck. I thought it only fair, given the help he's going to be." I nodded weakly. "Second, we both want to embarrass you a little, knowing how that gets you weak in the knees." I looked at him questioningly. Will continued, "go back and dance for a minute, this time don't swat away any hands, let's see where it leads."

I nodded glumly and headed back to the swarming cloud of testosterone. I was dancing before I could even think. Sure enough, hands soon found my tits. I didn't resist, though I did try and turn myself so that most couldn't see what was going on. It was no use though, really, it seemed that I was now the center of their attention. I saw disapproving looks from the women. I just closed my eyes. My nipples were sticking out, the resulting effect of being felt up and ogled. I saw Will and Chad smiling. It was having the desired effect. 

Suddenly Chad walked to the staircase that led to the bedrooms. He called out in a loud voice, "hey slut," he said coldly, looking directly at me, "come here." He motioned for me. I was frozen in my tracks, the whole crowd in the room seemed to stop. He called for me again, "I said slut, yes you, come on upstairs and suck my dick."

My mouth went dry, my head was spinning but I stumbled towards him as Will stood there beaming. I heard the women spit out epithets as I passed, the men just stood there with their mouths agape. I fell under Chad's arm. He wasn't done.


Cocksucker



Smiling to myself at your closed eyes, I rub my cheek softly against your chest, curling myself closer around your warm body. When that yields no response, I flick my tongue gently out and run it over your nipple, scratching my nails delicately across your waist. 

You chuckle softly and those beautiful eyes open halfway, smiling down at me. I beam at you and giggle lightly, listening for the sound of your voice. 

In warm, sleepy tones, you whisper, “I think my girl wants something.” 

Blushing lightly, I widen my eyes a little and grin. Your chuckle deepens and I feel your hand smoothing lightly over my hair. Mmmmmmming to myself at the feel of your hand, I let my eyes wander slowly down…over the smooth muscles of your chest…over your stomach and the adorable, tiny belly that i love to kiss…and down to you---

Feeling your fingers tugging my hair gently, I raise my eyes and blush at the look in yours. With a smile in your voice, you murmur, “You may play, little one, but first, a kiss.” 

I beam at you and lean up gently, brushing my nose lightly against yours and smiling into your eyes. Tracing little lines over your jaw with a fingertip, I kiss you softly, moving my mouth slowly over yours, feeling your warmth. Licking lightly at your bottom lip, I bite at it gently, soft nibbles with my teeth, before sliding my tongue to brush and tease your own. 

Smiling against your mouth, I slip my hand from your jaw, running it down slowly over your side, caressing your skin. Pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth, I giggle softly as you relax into the bed. 

Kissing along the curve of your jaw, I lick at your neck, sliding my warm tongue back and forth. Nipping gently at the soft skin, I smile to myself, knowing how much you love feeling teeth against your neck. Sliding my mouth slowly up to your ear, I take the lobe gently into my mouth, sucking and pulling softly at it. I trail the tip of my tongue slowly over the curve of your ear and giggle softly at the shivers that course through your body. 

Raking nails softly over your side, I begin to whisper in your ear. Soft words breathed against your skin. 

“Does it excite you, Sir, knowing how much I want it…”

“Knowing there is nothing I desire more right now that to feel my lips…my tongue…my teeth…on your cock…”

I feel your hips moving reflexively, and I kiss your neck, slow, warm, moist kisses at the bend. 

“Does it make your heart race…your cock thicken…anticipating the feel of my mouth wrapped around you…sliding down…down…down…” 

Biting softly at the base of your neck with each ‘down’.

“Can you almost feel my throat, Sir…muscles tight around you…feeling them clenching and relaxing…again and again…just like my wet cunt, Sir…”

“Does it make you want to fuck my throat, Sir…your hand held around my neck, pressing---”

You stop me, breathing hard. 

“Now, pet. No more playing.” 

I smile up at you and slide down on the bed, kissing your hip and settling between your thighs. Tilting my head, I blow warm air across the head and then lean in, tracing the tip of my tongue so lightly over the head. I flatten my tongue and slide it over the ridge, feeling the tremble that runs through you. Swirling my tongue in a slow circle around the head, I caress your balls softly with one hand, teasing and touching them gently before curling my fingers around the shaft. 

Feeling your cock throbbing in my hand, I wrap my lips around the head and suck it softly into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and watch your eyes, slowly increasing the pressure. Grazing my teeth against the sensitive underside, I smile to myself as I feel your fingers sliding into my hair. 

Sliding my mouth slowly further down, I moan softly and close my eyes at the taste of you. Feeling the throbbing increase, I suck harder, eyes locked on yours, intent on your pleasure. My sucking mouth wrapped around your cock, wet tongue sliding underneath, nails raking over your hips. 

Your hips press up hard against my mouth, and I tilt my head, swallowing you down. Feeling your cock sliding into my throat, you spasm, cock pulsing, filling my throat with hot cum. Breathing hard, I swallow slowly, savoring the taste, showing you with my eyes how much I love this…need this.

I wink at you and slip my mouth gently off, licking lightly at the head and down the shaft, cleaning you slowly. Kissing the head softly, I smile up at you and whisper softly, “Thank you, Sir.” 

Curling up between your legs, I press my head softly against your cock, rubbing my cheek gently back and forth. Closing my eyes, I listen to your breathing, feeling your hand softly in my hair. I lick my lips and smile contentedly, relishing the lingering taste of you in my mouth, before curling up closer against you and falling back asleep.



Cocksucker



Some would say, I suppose, that I had it coming. That I had gotten a little too big for my boots, too arrogant, too cocksure.

But hey, as a young (in my late thirties) CEO of a successful company, with a salary to match, I hadn't got to where I was by making life easy for those around me. And I had needed a certain level of controlled aggression to achieve success.

Maybe I should have realised that something was up when Candy, my PA, handed in her notice. I was going to miss her. She was really good at her job for one thing; but, for another, I was really going to miss her sweet lips around the swollen head of my cock.

Given my working commitments I did not have a wife, or even a Girlfriend, and had persuaded myself that, in any event, I probably could not have kept either one happy. My PA was the only sexual outlet I had, apart from my own hands. Mind you, I was careful not to let her know that.

I don't remember quite how it started, but I do know that one day, after a particularly successful and difficult deal, the dark thought entered my brain that I wanted to celebrate rather specifically, by making her taste my come. I wanted to spunk down the back of her pretty neck; and once that thought was there, I just couldn't shake it.

I guess that the testosterone must have been flowing. That's my only excuse, because instead of a nice dinner, a bottle of champagne, a traditional, romantic, seduction, well, I just walked into her office and stood, you know, really close, as she typed at her machine.

It was probably pretty obvious what I was after, but just in case, I put a hand on her shoulder; she turned, bringing her eye and jaw line right into line with my, by now, swelling cock.

She looked up, meeting my lust filled eyes. I think she kinda knew what was about to happen. Our relationship had always been one of good humoured banter, sometimes sexual, sometimes not. I did not know if she had a boyfriend, although Candy was certainly attractive enough to have taken her pick. In that look I thought I saw an understanding of a new level in our relationship.

I put one hand on my belt buckle and with the other unzipped my fly. My cock continued to swell, tenting the front of my trousers. She looked at me once more, what I took to be a half smile playing on her red lips, and then reached into my trousers with her manicured hand and released my beast.

I have a big cock, especially when it's hard. Candy's fingers traced up my length and then down, her eyes then found mine. She wasn't fazed by my size. She licked her lips and her lipstick gleamed. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, slipping my cockhead slowly over her lips. Her mouth was hot, and wet and she had a sweet and active tongue.

Before long I reached behind her head, pulling myself deeper into her throat. She tilted her head to accommodate me. Her hair was soft to the touch, Her skin gentle. The contrast with my own hardness charged the situation even more.

I began to piston in and out of her mouth, slipping further into her throat. At one point I removed my cock and then lifted my balls into her mouth, making her suck gently, oh so gently, on them.

Then, the moment for gentleness gone, I was on her tongue once, sliding in and out, until I could bear it no more and I came, thrusting and pumping, both of my hands clasping her head, controlling the moment I spurted into her throat.

Like a picture in my mind, I can still remember clamping her head further onto my pole, her throat constricting as she swallowed my seed. She didn't gag, she didn't falter. She was really rather good at it.

Afterwards, neither of us said a word. She cleaned me, and I zipped up. As I left the room, I saw that she was dabbing at her soiled makeup with a tissue.

Over the next six months the same scene, or a slight variation of it, was played whenever I felt the urge. We never discussed it. It was never alluded to; but I found that whenever I needed some release it was to her hot, and seemingly willing, mouth that I turned. Even now, the thought of just taking her mouth like this makes me hard.

So, maybe, I should not have been surprised when she handed in her notice; but I was. She hadn't seemed upset, in fact she seemed quite willing and had worked harder for me since this new element had entered our relationship.

There was little I could say when she told me that she was going; my position meant that I could not reveal to her the extent of my need. In her efficient way Candy had even interviewed and found a replacement, saving me the trouble.

Frances, she told me, with a wink, would be starting the following Monday.

*****************

Frances turned out be something of a surprise. My work was done as efficiently as ever, there was a good deal of banter, sexual and otherwise. The thing that surprised me, and finally got me to think that Candy may not have been as into sucking on my cock as I may have thought is that Frances turned out to be male, and preferred to be addressed as Frank.

Candy probably thought that she had the last laugh but Frank turned out to be not only an efficient PA but someone who had the ability to get me out of the rut of my working life a bit more. He had an easy charm with all that he spoke to but was also clearly used to getting his own way. I was able to let him deal with some of my more difficult work with confidence.

Not only that, but he had a sort of magnetism, a presence, that people just seemed to gravitate to. He was a natural leader. From a business and personal point of view I could see that he could be an asset. 

Even I had to admit that he was very good looking. He had a handsome face, an athlete's body, and the humour to match. I did not usually notice such things in a man, but I assumed that this was because we were working so closely together. Certainly I noticed the effect that he had on some of the secretaries at work, who would openly flirt with him in a way that they never had with me.

We ended up going out for a few drinks at a local bar occasionally, and after a while this turned into quite a regular thing. It was not something that I had done before - I had been too busy working, but somehow he talked me into it. The bar was one of those places with live music and a lot of young people meeting up before their big night out.

In the bar our roles were slightly reversed. Frank was a bit of a 'face' there and it was clear that when we were in the bar we were on his territory. The staff, and many of the customers seemed to know him and more than once he left with a group of friends containing some willing looking females.

Of course, I wasn't getting any other sort of release beyond what ever porn I could rent from the local store and my own willing hands. The bar was not quite the sort of place I was used to, and I certainly wasn't approaching any of the clientele, some of whom were my own staff.

I enjoyed it in the bar though; being Frank's 'friend' meant that I got a little kudos just by being in his company, and I had to admit when he turned on the charm I could understand why the secretaries began to melt in his presence. The moments when he left were always a bit like the life going out of the party.

One night in the bar we got talking, lubricated by the alcohol, and Frank began to tease me about my seeming lack of any meaningful relationship.

I was stung by this and retorted by telling him that I was used to getting what I wanted, when I wanted it.

'You mean like you used to do with Candy' he said.

I was stunned. Clearly Candy had told him a lot more than I had realised.

He slapped me on the shoulder, smiling broadly, 'Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.'

As he smiled at me I felt my reserve relax. I smiled back, 'Well, yes. Just like I used to do with Candy.' And we both laughed.

This was an intimate moment and we both seemed to sense it. He put his arm around my shoulders. I could still feel the sting on my arm where he had playfully slapped me and now his grip let me know just how strong he was.

He leaned closely in to my ear, 'She told me that you had a big one.'

Again I was shocked. I was in unknown territory and really unsure as to where this conversation was going. He leaned in again. 'So have I' he said.

I really hadn't expected him to say that.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the sudden new intimacy of the moment, or his arm gripping me but I suddenly found myself imagining Frank with a hard-on, pushing it into a soft willing mouth.

Had he done the same as I had to Candy?

His lips were close to my ear, his breath suddenly felt hot on my cheek. It was shocking to realise but I was beginning to feel aroused by his closeness and his strength. I had to turn away, before I was betrayed by the stirring of my own cock at the thought of his stiffness entering Candy's warm lips.

He was strong though, and before I could entirely escape from his grasp he said, 'Tomorrow. I'll show you tomorrow.'

Frank left soon afterwards with his usual crowd. He threw a last glance at me and smiled as he walked out of the door. I was drunk, I was alone, and I was horny. Before I even consciously realised what I was doing I found that I was in the toilet cubicle wanking my stiff cock over the bowl.

It wasn't the less than salubrious toilet that was in my mind though. I had images of another stiff man's cock burned into my imagination, of lips and tongues kissing and licking hardened flesh.

My normal demeanour had gone - I had even undone my shirt and was squeezing hard on my nipples, teasing them, adding a little pain to the pleasure.

Someone knocked on the door. I came to my senses, zipped up, prepared to leave. I must have looked pretty dishevelled, I didn't have time to tuck my shirt in properly, and my hard-on was still making it's presence felt.

As I opened the door I was really surprised to find Frank was outside. He did not say anything, just pushed me back with one arm; God, he was strong.

He grunted, 'Couldn't wait.' His voice was thick with authority and lust.

I fell back on to the toilet, all will to resist seemed to have left me. My mind filled with wonder as to what was going to happen now.

'You want to see it.' He said. It was a statement, not a question. I couldn't say anything. My own cock, somehow, was still hard, and to my bewilderment getting harder.

He put his hand on his fly. I could see that his cock was just beginning to grow too. There was a bulge beginning to push out the front of his trousers. It was soon obvious what he had meant about his own size.

'Ask', he said, before adding, 'Nicely.' Or at least I thought that's what I remember. My mind was awash with my own hidden desires, with images surging forward from my sub-conscious.

My voice trembled. 'Show me', I said. 'Please.' His hand did not move. He did not say anything but the tension between us was heavily intense. I was about to cross into new territory.

'Please, show me your..... your, cock.' I could barely get the words out.

Slowly he unzipped his trousers. His dick practically sprang out. It was big, and getting bigger. He pulled on it lasciviously. God, it was bigger than mine. I could see that almost immediately. He even pulled his balls out too. They were shaved. They looked heavy, like they were full of spunk.

He stepped in towards me, working his hardness, teasing the tip; then giving long hard strokes to the shaft. I couldn't take my eyes of it. I licked my lips. They were dry. Or at least that's what I told myself.

Excitement fluttered in my stomach.

My hand found my own cock through my trousers. I squeezed the head. I was as hard as he was. Oh God. I don't think I have ever been as hard as I was at that moment.

His crotch was only an inch away from my face. He was holding his cock straight up, pointing it at the ceiling so that I could appreciate the girth and the length of it. His skin was perfect. Veins visible, pumping blood to where there was most need.

I began kneading my cock through my trousers, in response, callously, he slapped the side of my face with his hardness. He wasn't gentle. He was enjoying my shock and discomfort. Even then I couldn't help but try to mouth him.

In my mind I was reeling, but my body was responding. My mouth was wide with the need for him to fill it.

He teased me. He kept moving his shaft so that I could not quite reach him, and then slapping his cockhead against me once again. All through this he watched as I groped my own stiffness, wanking myself through my trousers like some desperate, dirty, old man.

It made him laugh. He grabbed my hair, hard, pulling it.

Frank pushed his cock into my mouth, and I welcomed him. I moaned. My tongue flickered around it. Sliding, lubricating him, just like a pussy.

I wanted him to treat my mouth just like that, to drink him in, and finally taste him.

I moaned my gratitude. He laughed again.

He was hurting me deliberately, pulling me on to him by my hair, then taking his cock out of my mouth and sliming my own saliva onto my cheeks and nose - wiping himself on my face.

He even put his shaved balls into my mouth, just as I had done to Candy, and I slavered over them, like a cock hungry whore, as if I couldn't get enough.

'You are going to be my own personal cocksucker', he said. And I nodded agreement, bobbing my wet lips onto his skin.

Frank put the head of his cock to my lips then, and I knew he was going to push me to my limit. I don't know how, but I was able to take his considerable length. I thought it would never stop, but once he knew I was not going to gag he began to fuck my mouth. Hard and fast.

He built up his rhythm, and after a short while I could hear him start gasping. This pleased me. I was getting to him as much as he was to me. I redoubled my efforts. I was desperate to taste his come.

'Cockslut,' he said.

I moaned again; my own cock was ready to shoot. In my head I was agreeing with him, begging him to spurt. In that moment, in that toilet I was his cock slut and I would have done anything that he asked. He knew it and we were both loving it.

I felt him swelling even more on my tongue. The head of his cock began to throb - I knew he wasn't far away from filling my mouth. A dribble of pre-cum seeped onto my tongue - suddenly I knew what his spunk would taste like. I wanted it, and moaned louder, urging him to jet his seed into me.

At the last moment he pulled himself further down my throat. I clasped his butt cheeks and then, wanting to drive him on, put the tip of my finger up has ass.

It was enugh to send him over the edge. I tasted one spurt, and another.

Oh, it was good. I had never felt like this, never expected anything like this, yet here I was groaning in joy as Frank's spunk pumped into me.

My own cock began to shoot, leaking my own juices through my clothes. He pulled out and shot the rest of his load over my face and onto my shirt, shouting, 'Cocksucker!' as he did so.

It went into my mouth and into my hair. I didn't care, and neither did he.

Then, without a word, he zipped up his trousers and left me there, in a toilet that smelt of piss, with his come in me - on me - and over my clothes. As my own hardness faded a spasm from my wilting cock caused a last dribble of spunk to start it's journey down my trouser leg.

Frank had changed my life, because I knew I wanted more, and was scared at where this would lead.

I left the bar, quietly, hoping that no-one would notice; all the same, I could have sworn that I saw Candy in there, dancing and laughing with some of the girls from the office.



Cocksucker



"How old were you when you first sucked a dick?" Karen's question was accompanied by smothered giggles from the rest of the group. Simon opened his mouth, then closed it again, staring speechless at his questioner.

"Well?" Karen pushed for an answer, seemingly taking pleasure in his discomfort. "You know the rules. You picked truth, so answer the question!"

"But I'm not gay!" Simon almost wailed in indignation. Karen snorted in disbelief. "I'm not!" Simon glanced over towards Brenda, looking for some support. Brenda gave a little shrug of her shoulders, almost as if to say 'how should I know?' Simon ground his teeth in aggravation. "You know damn well I'm not gay" He muttered.

"Well I've never seen you with a guy sure." Brenda grinned. "Then again you do seem kind of interested in Nick's crotch." Simon stared at his friend in horror. How could she say something like that? And in public too. Brenda grinned at him, enjoying how flustered he was.

"I'm not gay." Simon said again. Karen glared at him and he wondered if she was going to push this further.

"Fine." She said in a tone which suggested she didn't believe a word he said. "Okay, who's next? Truth or Dare?" Simon breathed a sigh of relief as attention was focused on the next willing victim.

*****

"Why did she ask me that?" Simon asked for the hundredth time the following night. He was sitting at home in front of the computer surfing the net while he chatted to Brenda on the phone.

"I guess you just look kinda gay." Brenda responded, clearly fed up with the whole topic.

"Yeah well probably every girl in my year thinks I am gay now thanks to you!" Simon continued. Brenda laughed.

"Oh it was just some harmless fun. You looked cute all red faced like that. Besides..."

"Besides what?" Simon asked angrily.

"Well. You do keep looking at Nick's crotch."

"I do not." Simon denied indignantly.

"Simon. I've seen you do it. Hey, it's okay. He's got a big one, I should know." Brenda laughed throatily. "There's no harm in being curious."

"I'm not gay. I've had girlfriends. You know that!"

"Sure. I know." Brenda replied in a voice obviously meant to calm him down. "And I've talked to them so I know exactly what you've tried to get them to do. But..."

"But what?" 

"Come on Simon, don't play dumb. Nick's not the only guy whose crotch I've seen you look at!"

"I don't look at guys!" Simon's voice rose an octave as he denied her accusation.

"Simon, I've seen you! When you think no one's looking. You look right at their bulge." Simon shook his head silently.

"Don't even think of denying it." Brenda somehow sensed what he was doing even though she couldn't see him. 'We're friends Simon. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. Just be honest about it. Hey I love to stare at a guy's package. How do you think I saw you doing it?"

"I'm not gay Brenda." Simon stuck firmly to his denials. "I've never done anything with a guy."

"Oh I know." Brenda agreed. "You're far too cautious to take a risk like that. But you have thought about it haven't you?" Simon's silence spoke volumes.

"Do you look at pictures online?" Brenda changed tack, but Simon stayed silent, refusing to be drawn into the discussion.

"Oh come on Simon. You can tell me. I already know you check out porn sites. I've been on your computer remember." Brenda laughed and Simon felt himself flush with embarrassment, wondering just what she had seen.

"It doesn't bother me a bit if you get friendly with Mr. Hand while you look at some pictures. Hell I've probably got a bigger porn collection that most of the guys you know."

Simon couldn't help but laugh. Brenda was openly sexual and frequently very graphic about her urges. It had taken him a while to get used to but these days he usually talked to her like she was one of the guys.

"So what do you do? Do you look at some pics of a bimbo sucking on a nice fat cock and think about sucking it yourself?" Brenda was just getting warmed up. Simon felt his cheeks heat. She could be incredibly crude when she got going and his silence was leading her dangerously close to the mark.

"It's late and I've got to get some sleep." He muttered. "Go and watch your porn. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay Simon, speak to you soon. And don't wear your hand out!" Brenda laughed as she hung up the phone.

Simon leaned back in his chair and stared blankly at the computer screen for a few minutes. He hadn't lied; he'd never done anything with guys. And it wasn't like he'd ever really planned to. He just occasionally wondered that was all. It was late and he really should be going to bed, that wasn't just an excuse.

Shaking his head he leant forward and quickly browsed to one of the hidden folders on his computer, bringing up the thumbnail index of pictures. There was the one he was thinking of. With a couple of clicks he brought up the full image and leaned back, staring at it.

His eyes scanned the picture, taking in the cum coated face of the blonde girl at the center of the image. Then briefly flickering over to the thick swollen cock that was shooting cum onto her.

His eyes darted back to the girl with her slutty expression as the cum dripped off her chin. Reaching down he unzipped his pants, moaning as he wrapped his hand around his cock. His eyes drifted back to man in the picture, his hand squeezing his cock as he pumped all over the girl. 

He stared at the shiny purple head of the cock on the screen as he started to stroke his shaft. Brenda's dirty laughter echoed in his head.

*****

"So... where do you find your dick pics? Do you visit the gay sites or do you find them somewhere else?" Brenda's throaty laugh was mocking. A week later and she still wouldn't give him a break. Every time they spoke in private she brought the subject up again. And she was starting to sneak sly digs about it into their public conversations too.

"I'm not gay!" He said far too loudly, her constant teasing getting to him.

"But you do check out dicks." Brenda replied casually and Simon bit his lip in frustration. He should never have admitted to that, but she had finally worn him down. He was already regretting it. Instead of ending the conversation it just seemed to have encouraged her. "Sooo.... What do you look at? Girls sucking guys? Girls jerking guys? Guy's sucking guys?" Brenda's laugh sounded filthy. "Or do you just stare at big stiff pricks?" She was loving this.

"Depends." Simon mumbled, relieved that this was another telephone conversation. He wasn't sure why he kept letting her drag him into these conversations. Perhaps it was just nice to be able to confide in someone. But he was sure he couldn't have handled this conversation in person. "Sometimes it's guy's stroking themselves."

"Mmm... yeah." Brenda gave a throaty growl. "I love to see a man squeeze his thick prick. Doesn't it just make you want to taste them?"

"No!" Simon protested. Brenda just laughed. "So you just stare at dicks and feel yourself huh. You've never once thought about licking one?"

Simon bit his lip. He couldn't think of a safe way to answer such a direct question. She wouldn't believe him if he said no anyway, but he certainly wasn't going to come out and say yes.

"I thought so." Brenda crowed triumphantly, taking his silence as all the confirmation she needed. "Hold on a second. I want to send you something. Check your email."

Simon spun round in his chair and hurriedly brought up his mail program. Clicking the mouse impatiently he checked for new mail. Sure enough there was one from Brenda.

"What is it?" He asked suspiciously.

"Open it and find out." She said, sounding remarkably eager. Simon frowned, wondering what she was up to now. With a shrug he opened the email. There was only one line of text. It read:

What do you think of when you look at this one?

Directly below the simple question, an image was loading. Simon stared in shock as an extreme close up of a very erect cock gradually revealed itself.

"Well?" Brenda chuckled in delight. Simon swallowed, his eyes taking in every detail of the large image. Whoever this guy was, he must have been painfully hard. The purple head of his cock was glistening with precum, ready to explode at any moment.

"Big isn't it?" Brenda teased and Simon heard himself moan softly. "Oh, do you like it?"

"Yes." Simon whispered, still staring at the picture.

"Want to see more hmm Simon?"

"Yes." Simon could feel his own cock hardening as he stared at the picture on his computer screen.

"First I want you to tell me one thing Simon." Brenda's tone changed, becoming more authoritative. "When you look at that cock, do you imagine what it would be like to suck it?" Simon closed his eyes, his breathing ragged.

"Look at it Simon. Look at how swollen it is." There was huskiness to Brenda's voice as she spoke. "See how the head glistens with pre-cum. Can't you just imagine reaching out your tongue to taste that?"

Simon shivered at her words, shifting uncomfortably in his chair as his cock twitched and stirred. His eyes remained fixed on the picture as Brenda whispered into his ear.

"Mmm. Just think about licking it, tasting his excitement. Feeling that cock throb at your touch. And what would you do then hmm? Would you open your mouth? Would you lean forward and slide your lips over the shaft, sucking on that hard prick?"

Simon groaned, thrusting his hips forward, pressing his hard cock against the stiff material of his jeans as he reacted to Brenda's teasing.

"He was so horny when I took that picture." Brenda laughed. "I'd been teasing his cock for about fifteen minutes by then and he was begging me for relief. He was so desperate he'd probably have let you do the sucking."

Simon shivered, closing his eyes to escape the image and clear his thoughts. He should have guessed that this would be one of Brenda's many boyfriends. The thought of her stroking and teasing that thick shaft just added to his excitement though.

"Wouldn't you like to taste him?" Brenda whispered, somehow sensing his weakness, her own excitement obviously growing as she worked on him. "Can't you just imagine his hot, thick shaft in your mouth? He's not gentle and he doesn't like to stay still. He would fuck your face."

Simon gasped, desperately pulling his cock free from his pants. His hand wrapped around his erection, gripping it tightly. He moaned as he started to jerk his cock.

"What are you doing Simon?" Brenda asked sharply. "Are you... touching yourself?" Her voice took on a faintly disgusted tone.

"Yes." Simon groaned, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his hand continued to stroke his needy cock.

"Ewww!" Brenda squealed. "I'm not sitting here listening to you jerk off. Call a phone sex line and pay like all the other pervs. I'll call you tomorrow." There was a click as she hung up the phone. Simon shuddered with shame, but he couldn't stop himself. His hand squeezed and stroked his cock as he put the phone down. His eyes were still glued to Brenda's picture as he jacked off, her disgusted words echoing in his head.

An alert popped up on screen announcing a new email. It was from Brenda. Without hesitating he reached over and clicked it open. Just like the last one, there was only a single line of text before two images.

Guess I have my answer huh?

Simon eagerly scrolled down to look at the new images. The first again showed a close up of the large dick, this time with a delicate feminine hand, Brenda's he guessed, wrapped around the shaft. Simon blinked as he realized the size of the cock in that picture.

But it was the second picture that really captured his attention. While the previous two had shown the cock on the verge of cumming, this one showed the aftermath. A trickle of cum rand down the thick shaft, spilling over Brenda's hand. Underneath the picture was another line of text.

Imagine that in your mouth cocksucker!

Simon groaned, jerking his cock feverishly.

*****

"Hey." Simon drawled into the handset, his mind still focused on the blog post he was reading.

"Hey there yourself cocksucker." Brenda's throaty laugh greeted him. "Seen any big ones today?"

"What's up Brenda?" Simon ignored her continued attempts to bait him. Ever since he'd exposed his weakness to her so blatantly she couldn't resist any chance for a dig at his expense. He just hoped she hadn't said anything to Karen. Those two spent a lot of time together giggling and laughing.

"Probably you." Brenda sniggered. "You aren't going to start panting and moaning at me again are you?"

"No Brenda." Simon sighed.

"That's good, because honey I only do phone sex for my boyfriends and you're just a little too weedy for my tastes."

"Was there a point to this call Brenda?" Simon snapped. Her last comment stung. He knew she went for the big, muscled guys and he knew he was anything but that. Still did she have to come out and say it? It wasn't like he'd ever come on to her.

"Check your email." Brenda's voice was chilly. "And keep your hands on the keyboard this time."

Simon's pulse started to race. Had she sent him more pictures? Knowing he was playing into her game, he quickly brought up his mail program and opened her latest email. There was just a single picture this time with no text. Instead of the close up he had expected though it was a full body shot. To his mixed horror and excitement, he recognized Nick, Brenda's latest fling.

Nick was standing nude in what Simon was pretty sure was Brenda's bedroom. Typical of the arrogant jock that he was, Nick was clearly posing. Proudly thrusting his erect cock forward and from the look on his face he was sure he looked good.

"Do you like it?" Brenda asked, almost purring with satisfaction. "He's 8 inches, I know you were wondering. He has a thing for standing over me like that when I suck him. And when he gets worked up, he just grabs hold of me and thrusts until he cums."

Simon licked his lips, staring at Nick's image. He could already feel his cock stirring in his pants as Brenda described sucking on her boyfriend. She knew him too well and was pressing all the right buttons.

"So... do you want to suck him?" Brenda's throaty growl made the act sound so dirty. Simon shuddered. "I think I can arrange it if you want. Nick just loves having his cock sucked. He'll think wearing a blindfold is kinky. Then his dick is all yours!"

Simon bit his lips, squirming in his chair. He looked at the picture again. He couldn't believe he was even considering this. That cocky grin on Nick's face infuriated him, but the thick 8 inch cock jutting from his crotch... How would it feel sliding over his tongue?

"I can make it happen Simon. All you have to do is admit you want it. Tell me how you'd like to kneel before my boyfriend and take his cock in your mouth." Brenda's voice became louder and more demanding. "Tell me and I'll turn you into the cocksucker you want to be."

Simon groaned, feverish images flickering through his mind. His cock pressed against his jeans but he forced himself to keep his hands on the keyboard. Nobody would know. Well nobody but Brenda, and she already knew all about his dirty little secret and she was a friend after all.

"Keep your hands out of your pants." Brenda said sharply. "Answer the question. Do you want to suck his cock?"

"Yes." Simon gasped, unable to resist any longer. His heart pounding in his chest.

"Good boy. Now listen carefully. This Saturday night I'm having a party at my apartment. There's going to be lots of people there. Plenty of distractions, plenty of alcohol. Nick will never realize you're in my room and you can gobble up his prick like the cocksucker I know you are." Simon whimpered, thrusting his hips, rubbing his cock head against his jeans.

"No touching that cock." Brenda snapped. "I want you horny for Saturday. We don't want you getting cold feet and backing out at the last minute. Understand?"

"Yes." Simon gasped, clenching his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

"I can't wait to see you slurping dick." Brenda laughed crudely. "Sweet dreams cocksucker!"

*****

Simon trembled nervously as he knelt in the dark closet, waiting impatiently for Brenda's signal. He could hear the thumping music and muffled conversations from the party going on in the main room of the apartment.

Brenda had snuck him into her room what felt like hours ago with strict instructions to remain in the closet and to say quiet. Since then, nothing. He just knelt there, his cock somehow rigid with anticipation as he was left to think about what he was going to do tonight. He wondered for the hundredth time if he could actually go through with it. But at this point, did he even really have a choice anyway?

Brenda had become even more domineering in their relationship since she had put this plan into motion. It seemed almost as though his opinions didn't matter at all. Somehow he didn't think she would let him back out now.

Simon tensed up as he heard the bedroom door swing opened. Footsteps and the sound of a giggling female followed. Could that be Brenda? She sounded so different, so girly. It wasn't someone else surely?

"Are you ready for your big surprise huh?" Brenda cooed her voice breathy and feminine. Simon blinked in surprise. "Just stand right there for a moment while I get everything ready. And remember no peaking from out of that blindfold!"

Simon wiped his sweaty palms on his shirt as Brenda's voice drew closer. She yanked the closet door open and grinned down at him, obviously enjoying the joke she was playing on her boyfriend. That grin made him even more nervous. Brenda had a dark sense of humor.

"What'cha doing babe?" Nick slurred. Brenda had clearly lived up to her word and he'd had plenty to drink. Maybe they could actually get away with pulling this switch on him.

"Patience honey. You're really gonna enjoy this." Brenda winked at Simon before sauntering back over to her boyfriend. Simon watched as she ran her hands over Nick's body, casually squeezing his ass before she deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.

"Now we're getting somewhere." Nick grinned that cocky grin of his as Brenda lowered his boxers. He groaned as she took his already stiffening prick in her hand, stroking him. Brenda glanced over at Simon, summoning him with a movement of her head.

Simon crawled ever so cautiously towards the couple, wincing nervously at the slightest noise he made. He could hear the thumping beat of the music from the party through the thin bedroom door. Had Brenda remembered to lock it he wondered?

By the time he reached their feet, Brenda's hand had achieved the desired effect on Nick's cock which now jutted out every bit as arrogantly as the man himself. Simon stared up at it as he knelt before them. Brenda grinned down at him, her hand moving slowly up and down the thick shaft, displaying her lover's cock for him. Simon's face was only inches away now from the cock he's been fantasizing about for days now.

Simon looked to Brenda for reassurance. Her grin was somehow mocking as she nodded her head in encouragement. Licking his lips, and spurred on by the hardness of his own cock; Simon slowly extended his tongue, pausing as he touched Nick's purple cock head.

Nick's reaction was instantaneous. He gasped, jerking his hips forward, as though seeking something to fuck. Emboldened, Simon opened his mouth and let the hot thick shaft slip over his tongue and into his mouth. Brenda watched with hot eyes.

"Surprise!" Brenda squealed once Simon had Nick's cock fully in his mouth. Simon glanced up at her in shock, not daring to remove his mouth. He could feel his heart thumbing in his chest. Nick's body went rigid with confusion as he realized that it wasn't his girlfriend's mouth encircling him. Simon struggled to control his panic. If Nick took of the blindfold, he was a dead man.




Cocksucker



"I know how much you looove a good blow job honey. So I got you a cock sucker for your birthday. Does it feel good?" Brenda smiled evilly at Simon as she soothed her boyfriend.

Realizing he had to maintain the act, Simon bobbed his head, moving slowly backwards and forwards as he sucked on Nick's hard cock. Brenda's eyes burned into him as she continued to talk.

"This one just loves cock." Brenda purred. "Don't hold anything back. This slut loves to be face fucked." Simon shuddered; Brenda's words making him feel so cheap and dirty as he slobbered on her boyfriend's cock. He moaned in horror as he saw Nick's hand reaching up to remove his blindfold. Simon swirled his tongue around the stiff shaft in his mouth, trying to distract him.

Brenda's grin was pure evil and for a moment he was sure she was going to let Nick remove the blindfold. But at the last second she reached out a restraining arm.

"I told you no peeking babe." She teased. "This is a shy cock whore."

Nick laughed, letting his hand drop to his side and Simon trembled with humiliation and shame at the verbal abuse. For a brief moment he pictured how he must look to Brenda. Kneeling before this man, his lips wrapped around a cock. His head bobbing up and down as he eagerly sucked while his own prick bulged in his pants. No wonder she could barely keep a straight face as she watched him.

"Remember, don't hold back babe." Brenda encouraged Nick. "Fuck the slut's mouth." Simon felt her hand on the back of his head, pushing him further forward until he almost gagged.

"Shove your prick down this cock sucker's throat." Brenda hissed. Nick responded to her urging, thrusting forward, his cock pushing deeper into Simon's mouth, making him gag and drool. Brenda laughed.

"God what a slut." Brenda's nails dug into Simon's scalp as she held him in place for her boyfriend. "You like that huh whore?"

"Mmmmph!" Simon mumbled a protest around the thick cock in his mouth. Brenda just smirked at him. "Been dreaming about this for days haven't you."

Simon shuddered and gagged again as Nick thrust more violently. His face and neck red with shame as Brenda held him while her boyfriend used him like some cheap whore. The evidence of his excitement was obvious to her. His cock bulging and throbbing in his pants despite the humiliation. He worked desperately to finish this quickly. He redoubled his efforts, sucking and licking Nick's cock, feeling it thrust deep into his mouth, feeling the saliva dripping down his chin as he took the cock into his throat.

With an animalistic cry, Nick thrust violently forward, jamming his cock into Simon's mouth one last time. Simon shuddered as he felt hot, salty sperm flooding his mouth. Nick grunted spurting in Simon's mouth as Brenda pressed Simon's face against her boyfriend's crotch, holding him there. Simon struggled to swallow the sperm filling his mouth, almost choking in the process. He felt some of it oozing out of the corners of his mouth.

Finally Nick stepped backwards and Brenda released her grip Simon's head. He fell forward resting his head on the ground. From the corner of his eyes he watched as Brenda carefully lead Nick away from the scene, helping him put his clothes back on.

"On you go babe. Tell everyone about the present your hot girlfriend gave you." Brenda laughed. "I've got some tidying up to do here. It seems like someone was better at sucking than they were at swallowing." Simon closed his eyes, trying to block out the shame he felt. He heard the bedroom door open and close, the party seemed like it was still going strong.

When he finally opened his eyes again, Brenda was standing over him with a strange look on her face. Was it contempt? Triumph?

"Was it as good as you imagined while you were jerking off to pictures of his cock?" She sneered down at him. Simon opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure how to react to his friends aggressive mood. Rowdy cheers exploded in the room outside.

"Sounds like Nick just told his friends all about the cock slut in the bedroom doesn't it?" Brenda smirked. "And you certainly were an eager cock sucker. Amateurish, but enthusiastic. I'm sure you'll get plenty of practice now though." She nudged Simon's bulging crotch with the toe of her shoe and he moaned. "Boy are you excited."

Before Simon could answer the bedroom door swung open and Karen breezed in. Here gaze took in the scene in an instant. Laughing she turned and closed the door. Simon stared at her than looked back at Brenda in shock.

"Nick really really enjoyed your present Brenda." Karen laughed again. "He's telling all his friends about what an eager whore you found for him. They were getting really jealous until I told them they could get in on the action for a small fee."

"Told you you'd be getting plenty of practice didn't I Simon?" Brenda nudged his crotch again with her foot. Simon shuddered, looking around the room for some way to escape. "Oh don't worry; they'll have to wear blindfolds." Simon shook his head.

"Awww poor baby. Don't you want to suck more dicks?" Brenda teased him. "That's a shame because there are about a dozen guys out there who are paying to use your mouth. You've got a simple choice. Do exactly what I tell you or we'll just open that door and let everybody see who the cock sucking slut is."

Simon closed his eyes in despair. He didn't understand why Brenda was acting this way, but he couldn't think of any way out. Karen laughed again, obviously enjoying his humiliation.

"I knew you were a fag." She grinned. "Put the blindfold on him, I can't wait to watch this!"

"What?" Simon opened his eyes, looking at the two women. "What blindfold?"

"Well it's only fair isn't it?" Brenda grinned cruelly. "All your customers will be wearing blindfolds after all. Besides half the guys out there are people you know. I want you to wonder every time you meet them, if they came in your mouth." Karen laughed again.

Simon opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again, seeing the futility. Karen pulled the blindfold out of her pocket and quickly tied it around his head, leaving him in darkness. He knelt, waiting nervously for something to happen. 

He heard the door open followed by footsteps and some low muttering. Then he recognized the sound of Karen's laughter. Hot flesh slapped against his cheek.

"Open up cock sucker!" Brenda ordered him.

Simon followed her instructions; open his mouth and moving his head around, trying to capture the cock in his mouth. Brenda and Karen both laughed at his efforts.

"The slut just can't wait to get more cock." Brenda snorted.

Simon burned with humiliation at their continued mockery. Despite himself his own cock remained rock hard. He finally caught the anonymous cock in his mouth and quickly went to work, licking and sucking. He wasn't sure exactly how many more he would taste tonight, but the only thing he could think to do was to get them off as quickly as possible.

His customer impatiently thrust his cock deeper into Simon's mouth. In the back of his mind, Simon noted that this cock was thinner and shorter than Nick's. He shied away from trying to identify who it might belong to.

It couldn't have been much more than a minute before the cock in his mouth was jerking and spurting it's bitter load of cum down his throat. Simon swallowed as best he could, but the last few spurts landed on him as the man pulled out. He knelt in the darkness feeling the cum cooling on him, waiting for the next cock.

Cock after cock thrust into Simon's mouth. He licked, sucked and swallowed until the taste of cum lingered on his tongue even when his mouth was empty. At first he counted, but after ten he lost track. His jaw ached from the abuse.

With each customer Karen and Brenda, watched and laughed, sometimes making comments about his technique or enthusiasm. Other times they urged on his anonymous customer.

When they grew bored, they amused themselves by cupping and stroking his crotch, making him squirm and writhe. But before he got too close to cumming their hands withdrew leaving him frustrated and desperate. Finally it was over and Brenda pulled the blindfold from his face. The party was done, everyone had left. Simon blinked as his eyes slowly adjusted to the light again. He looked around the room, relieved to see that the only other person present was Karen. She looked at him and smirked. He blushed, knowing she would picture him like this every time she saw him from now on.

He gasped in pain as Brenda grabbed him by the hair and pulled him over towards the mirror.

"Look at yourself!" She hissed.

Simon stared at the mirror in horror. He couldn't quite believe how he looked. His sweaty hair plastered against his skull, his face covered in cum from who knew how many cocks and his pants bulged obscenely from his unrelieved arousal.

"I heard what you called me." Brenda snarled, yanking on his hair. "What did you tell those guys? 'Yeah she's hot looking, but she's a whore, jumps from one guy to the next.'" Simon trembled in horror. How had she overheard that conversation? "Well guess what? I may be a whore, but I'm not the one who gave 15 guys blowjobs at a party. I'm not the one who charged $5 a suck. I'm not the one who's so turned on he can't keep his hands off his cock. So tell me Simon, who's the real whore here? Huh cock sucker?" 



Cocksucker



Summary: Straight married man submits to a young stranger at airport.

Note: This will be a multi-chaptered tale of one man's journey from straight as an arrow, to submissive, eager cocksucker and much more.

Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Mab7991 for editing this story.

COCKSUCKER

I was pissed off. I had rushed my ass off to make my flight only to learn it had been delayed by an hour and a half.

Exhausted, I sat down and texted my wife:

Flight delayed...grrrr.

I looked around and saw many others sitting around, seemingly as annoyed by the delay as I was. Realizing that I hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was now one-thirty, I went to a little bar and grill to have a beer and a meal. I grabbed a seat at the bar, as there were no tables available.

My wife texted back:

Just relax honey...grab a bite to eat.

I texted back:

Already at the bar getting ready to order. Text you later.

She texted back:

Love you!

After ordering, a young guy, maybe twenty-one, asked, "Delayed?"

"That obvious?" I asked.

"You have that frazzled, rushed to get here, and now I have to fucking wait look," he answered.

"There is a look for that?" I joked.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of me. I was about to ask 'what the fuck?', as he turned the phone around and showed me the photo he had just taken.

"Fair enough," I laughed, the photo caught me indeed looking pretty frazzled.

"I'm Gary," he said, extending his hand.

"Chris," I offered back, shaking his hand, amazed at just how blue his eyes were, like the water in the Bahamas, which I had visited last year with my wife.

"You have rather soft hands," he said.

I shrugged, "A business man," still unable to stop looking into his eyes.

"You okay?" He asked.

"What? Oh, it is just that you have ridiculously blue eyes," I said.

"I get that all the time," he shrugged.

"I imagine so," I nodded, again looking into his exotic blue eyes.

"Why don't you buy me a drink?" He said, casually.

Not wanting to be rude, I agreed, "Sure, what are you drinking?"

"Rye and coke," he said, again his eyes boring into me.

I was not gay. I had never even considered a guy sexually attractive, yet something about his eyes had me drawn to him. If I was single, and he was a woman, I would have launched a full on frontal attack.

The bartender came and I ordered a drink for Gary and another one for me.

When the bartender returned with the drinks, Gary put his hand on my leg, gave it a squeeze and said, "Thanks Chris," before just as quickly moving his hand away

"You're welcome," I said, stunned by his sudden contact with my leg and the realization that he might be gay.

We chatted for ten minutes about sports, his school and my work, and I concluded his squeeze on my knee was just him being overly friendly. I would be lying if I denied that there was something unexplainable about him. I wasn't attracted to him, yet his eyes seemed to be causing strange feelings inside me.

He asked, "Buy me another drink?"

"Sure," I shrugged, finding it strange he didn't buy this round but figuring it was because he was just a young first year college student and probably didn't have a lot of money.

So I bought another round and when the bartender left with us our drinks, Gary's hand returned to my leg, but this time it didn't leave. "Thanks, Chris."

"N-n-no problem," I stammered, distracted by his hand on my leg and the sudden growth in my pants.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I should have said the obvious, 'you're hand is on my leg', but, for some unexplainable reason, those were not the words that came out of my mouth. The words that did come out of my mouth sealed my fate forever, when I didn't protest his sexual advancement, "Oh nothing, I just still can't get past how exotic your eyes are."

A male stranger hits on me and instead of punching him in the face, I give him a compliment. What the hell was wrong with me? Also, why was my cock growing in my pants?

"Exotic as in beautiful?" He asked.

"I guess," I shrugged, knowing how gay it would sound to compliment his eyes with a feminine word like beautiful.

"You guess?" He scoffed, his hand moving up my leg ever so slowly.

"Yes, they're beautiful," I said, for some reason just wanting to please him.

"You're married, I see," he responded.

"Twenty-one years," I said, my tone implying it felt a lot longer.

"You must have a nasty itch," he said.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Well, they say that marriage gets stale after seven years, and you are triple that," he said.

"Oh, I love her it's just..." I began and stopped.

"It's just what?" He asked, his hand moving up a bit more.

"The sex isn't what it used to be," I admitted.

"No more head?" He asked knowingly.

"Only if she is really drunk," I admitted, wondering why I was revealing such intimate details of my pathetic love life to a gay stranger. I reflected on how, for twenty years, our sex life had been good, but over the last year or so it had declined to almost nothing.

"Sex once a month?" he asked.

"On a good month," I joked.

"Give me your wedding ring," he said.

"What?" I asked, surprised from the sudden shift in our conversation as well as the odd request.

"Now!" He said, suddenly authoritative. I looked into his blue eyes and felt compelled to obey.

Taking off my wedding ring, which I never do, I handed it to him without a word.

"Good boy," he said, his tone back to normal as he moved his hand and squeezed my stiff cock. I watched him put the ring in his pocket. Smiling, he seemed to flirt, "You may want to adjust that thing, it seems as if is feeling rather trapped."

Without hesitation, I adjusted my cock so it was comfortable....but still begging for attention. Stunned by the reality that he had just squeezed my cock, and how I wanted his hand back on my leg or, even better, on my cock.

Just then our food arrived and we ate in silence. My head was a mess. I had just given some stranger, a gay stranger, my wedding ring. A stranger had squeezed my cock making it as hard as steel and begging for more attention. Yet, I wasn't gay. I had never even considered doing anything gay before. Oh sure, I could tell when a man was good looking, but I never got hard, never fantasized about a guy and had definitely never masturbated about one. Yet, I ate in silence, waiting for him to talk to me again...like a girl waiting by the phone for the guy to call, I imagine...my cock never really going down.

Both of us done eating, he asked, "Want some dessert?"

"I probably have room," I said, always having a bit of a sweet tooth and completely naive to the real meaning of the question.

"Pay for the meals and meet me in the bathroom in the last open stall, just to the right when you exit the restaurant," he ordered, standing up and leaving before I could protest.

I went to speak, to say this was all a major misunderstanding, but of course by then I was alone...and I was no longer sure if it actually was a misunderstanding. I was definitely attracted to him, he definitely turned me on, and I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Yet...I kept telling myself...I am not gay; I am married. I have two children. I would never cheat on Laura.

Yet, it no longer seemed black and white. Straight and gay were suddenly blurred lines and not the distinct definitions I had always perceived them to be.

I paid for both our meals and drinks, and continued to ponder my current situation. It would be rude to just leave him in the washroom, yet I didn't want him to think I was interested. I wasn't...was I? My cock was even harder now, it seemed, yet I still didn't see myself getting involved in a gay sex act. I decided to just go and clarify my position so as not to offend him.

I headed to the bathroom, adjusting my stiff cock again. There were a couple of guys in the washroom washing up and another at the urinals. I realized then that I would have to go into a confined stall with him to explain, yet even though I knew it was wrong, I took a deep breath and entered the second to the last stall.

"Close the door, Chris," he instructed.

I did, but whispered, "Gary, I think there has been a misunderstanding."

"I don't think so, Chris," he said, with the same confidence I have often used in sales presentations when I we knew we were going to get the deal.

"I'm not gay," I said.

"I'm not either," he said, "but I know when a straight guy is dying to cross the line and submit to his inner curiosity to suck cock, and you Chris, are the 'straight but curious' prototype."

"I don't think so," I replied, although after the past hour I wasn't all that sure anymore.

"You are in a marriage of convenience, you are right around your middle age crisis and even though you knew it was wrong, even though you knew what I was expecting when I ordered you here, you came," he continued.

My resolve weakening, I tried to explain my position, "I just came to tell you I can't do this."

"On your knees, Chris," he demanded, ignoring my refusal.

"I can't," I weakly said, his eyes still drawing me in undeniably.

"Tell you what. Get on your knees and pull out my cock. If after one minute it is not in your mouth, I will return your ring and leave you alone," he said.

The ring, shit, I had forgotten about that. "That's all I have to do?" I asked.

"That's it," he shrugged, "resist my cock for one minute."

"Okay," I said, slowly dropping to my knees, a compromise that somehow seemed fair.

"Go ahead, unbuckle my belt," he instructed.

My hands were trembling as I struggled to complete the simple task of undoing a belt. His belt finally unfastened, he said, "now unzip my pants, Chris."

I again obeyed, my head spinning with just how surreal this situation was.

"Zipper," he continued.

Hands still trembling, I pulled down his zipper.

"Pull it out," he ordered.

Tentatively, I did. It wasn't even completely hard, but it was at least seven inches long and growing. I stared at it. My cock twitched in my pants. My mouth watered against my will.

Gary said, "Stroke it."

That wasn't part of the deal, but feeling his cock in my hand felt strangely natural; stroking it just seemed to be the next step. I slowly stroked it as it continued to grow right in front of my eyes.

"Go ahead, Chris, get it nice and hard," he instructed.

I was mesmerized by his cock. Like his eyes, it was drawing me in to a part of myself that I didn't even know existed. I loved the feeling of his cock in my hand and the thought of it in my mouth would not leave my mind. I slowly stroked his cock until it was completely erect and ten inches long, twice the length of mine.

"Impressive isn't it?" He asked smugly.

In a daze of admiration, I said, "It's huge."

"I know. That's why all the ladies, and all the cocksuckers love it," he said.

His declaration clarified that first off that he was not gay, but bisexual, much to my relief. But his view of me as a cocksucker disturbed me.

The term 'cocksucker' was degrading, and yet, as I stared at his massive tool, in utter awe of its majestic beauty, slowly stroking it with my hand, I couldn't pull myself away like I should have.

"Go ahead, Chris, take it in your mouth," he said, his hands going to my head.

My mind screamed 'No!' Yet my body ignored logic, morals and consequences as I felt the magnetic pull, and I leaned forward, opening my mouth.

As his cock slid between my lips, he purred, "There you go, Chris. Now be a good cocksucker and worship my cock like it deserves to be worshipped."

I have no idea what I expected it to feel like, having never fantasized about it until it happened, but it seemed strangely natural. I sucked just on his mushroom head at first, getting used to having a cock in my mouth. My cock head was super sensitive, so I swirled my tongue around his, trying to replicate the way I liked to be sucked.

Gary said, "That's it cocksucker, get used to having a cock in your mouth."

I noticed he said 'a cock' and not 'his cock', but prayed it was just semantics.

As I slowly tried to take a little more of his cock in my mouth, my brain shut off and I concentrated on just pleasuring his tool. I wanted to hear him moan; I wanted to take as much of his cock in my mouth as I could; I wanted to taste his cum.

A couple of minutes later, as I slowly bobbed back and forth on a third of his cock, I heard over the intercom, "Boarding for flight 647 to San Francisco."

"Isn't that your flight?" He asked.

His big cock in my mouth was more important than making my flight as I continued bobbing on his cock hungrily.

"Do you want my cum, cocksucker?" He asked, even though his tone implied he already knew he answer.

Taking his cock out of my mouth, I answered, "Yes."

"Yes, sir," he corrected me.

"Yes, sir, I want your cum," I repeated, calling someone half my age 'sir'.

"But you're married," he said, tapping my lips with his cock.

Although I loved my wife, I surprisingly felt no guilt, as all I wanted was to please him. "And I'm your cocksucker," I said, taking his cock back in my mouth.

Pulling back out, he said, "You understand I plan to use your mouth whenever I want."

"Yes, sir," I said, the thought both undeniably exciting and yet just as undeniably frightening. My whole marriage could fall apart, my children could find out and my career could be ruined, but at this moment, this cock, this big juicy cock, was all I cared about.

"Open up, cocksucker," he ordered, shoving his cock in my mouth and began pumping his cock, "I expect you to eventually be able to take all ten inches of me in that mouth of yours."

I moaned in response, the thought of taking all his cock both a turn-on and yet seemingly impossible. He only pumped half his cock in my mouth for a couple of minutes before pulling out and instantly shooting his sticky white seed all over my stunned face.

I was expecting to swallow his load and not get a facial. My mouth wide open, a few drops of his cum landed in my mouth and on my lips. I swallowed them, getting just a small sample of his taste and instantly wanting more. His cum on my face felt sticky and heavy, as if I had a coat of paint on me.

Once spent, he shoved his cock back into my mouth and said, "I could tell the minute we started talking you were a cocksucker."

I couldn't fathom how that was true, since I had never considered it before this day, yet somehow he was right. I had become his cocksucker.

Pulling out he said, "Give me your phone."

"Yes, sir," I agreed, pulling it out of my suit pocket and handing it to him.

He typed something into my phone and handed it back to me. "First, you will not wash my cum off your face until you get to your hotel room, is that clear?"

"What? But I...." I began to protest, but was shut down.

"Shut up, cocksucker," he said raising his voice loud enough to let anyone in the bathroom know exactly what was happening in this tiny stall. "Second, you will get a stewardess to take a picture of you once you hit the ground in San Francisco, and text it to me to prove you have obeyed. Is that clear?"

"Y-y-yes," I stammered, stunned by his expectations.

Pulling his phone out he ordered, "Smile, cocksucker."

"Please no," I said, not wanting photo evidence of my submission.

"I wasn't asking your opinion, cocksucker," he said, raising his voice again, clearly showing no patience for disobedience.

"Sorry," I whispered, mortified that we might be heard by other travellers.

He snapped a couple pictures and continued his expectations for me tonight, "You will then take another one, a selfie this time, in your hotel room, is that clear?"

"Yes," I nodded, unable to believe what was happening.

"Second call for passengers with tickets to flight 647 to San Francisco," a woman said on the intercom.

"May I have my ring back?" I asked, looking at my watch.

"When you complete all your tasks," he said.

"How many?" I asked, petrified at the power this beautiful young man had over me as I looked up into his blue eyes and back to his still erect cock.

"Seven," he revealed, before adding, "unless you disobey and I have to add more punishments."

"I-I-I'll obey," I stammered, his ominous tone scaring me.

"I'll text you your first task tonight," he said, putting his cock away.

I felt a rush of disappointment as his cock disappeared from my view.

He laughed, "You look like a child who just had their teddy bear taken away." I felt a rush of humiliation at both his assessment and the fact that he was right. My face burned with shame as he asked, "Do you want to kiss it goodbye?"

The question was humiliating, ironic since I already sucked his cock in an airport bathroom stall with people in it and was wearing his cum on my face, but once the question was asked, it was all I wanted to do.

"Yes, sir, may I please kiss it goodbye?"

"Tell me what you are first and say it loud and proud," he ordered.

I could hear people in the washroom, knew that some had to know what had transpired and I knew I would eventually have to leave this stall. Yet, I said, in a loud clear voice, "I am your cocksucker, sir."

"My cum bucket?" He continued.

"Yes, sir, your obedient cum bucket," I repeated, shame and excitement bouncing inside me, battling for control.

"And what about your wife?" He asked.

"I'm yours first, sir," I said, without hesitation, wondering if I had to choose between my almost sexless marriage with a woman I still loved, or serving this gorgeous stranger and his beautiful cock who I would choose.

"So if you are in bed with your wife and I call," he started.

"I will lie to her and come serve you," I said, finishing his sentence.

He pulled his cock back out and said, "Tell it how much you love it."

So drawn into the submission, so in lust with his cock, I said, like a complete queer, "Oh I love you, cock." I kissed the head, before adding, "I'm going to miss you while I'm gone." I kissed the shaft and finished, "And I can't wait to see you again, my love."

"Passenger Chris Wellington, for flight 647 to San Francisco, please report to gate 67 immediately," the female voice announced.

"You better go cocksucker," He said, again putting his cock away.

"Yes, sir," I said, getting off my sore knees.

"And when you get there I want you to turn on your phone recorder and tape yourself telling her why you are late. That will be task one," he instructed.

"Oh God," I gasped, the task mortifying.

"You already have cum all over your face and hair, cocksucker, it won't be much of a mystery," he said.

"Okay, sir," I nodded, defeated, humiliated, late and unable to say no to this stranger.

"Go, cocksucker," he said.

"Yes, sir," I said, opening the door to see a dozen people staring at me.

I lowered my head and quickly scurried out of there, so humiliated I thought I might die. What if I knew one of those people?

I made it to the gate, my phone already on to record my next public humiliation, where a very pretty women my age looked at me smiling and I watched her smile fade as I said, "Sorry, ma'am, I am Chris Wellington, I was just getting a goodbye gift from my master." As soon as I said the word master I gasped to myself.

She said in disdain, "I think you forgot to clean up your goodbye gift, sir."

"Oh no ma'am, my gift goes with me as a reminder of his beautiful penis," I said, trying to be politically correct.

"Ticket," she said, so repulsed by my words and face that I felt yet another rush of shame coursing through me.

"Bye cocksucker," I heard Gary say from behind me.

"Want to say bye to your Master?" She asked, condescendingly.




Cocksucker



"No, ma'am," I said, head down.

"I would love to prevent you from getting on this plane, but unfortunately cum on your face is not one of the things I can use, although it is a new one," she said, handing me the ticket before saying, "but for the love of God, please wash your face off when you get on the plane."

"I can't ma'am, I must obey master," I said, taking my ticket and walking down the corridor, unable to fathom how my life had changed so much in less than two hours. Arriving late, the plane was full and I had to take another walk of shame as my seat was six rows from the back. Thankfully, most passengers were too busy reading or on some electronic device to pay any attention to me, but I did get a few looks, although I don't know if anyone really knew for sure if they saw what they thought they saw.

I had a window seat, but both women gave me double takes as I moved past them to get to my seat. Thankfully, the etiquette to ignore the person beside you was followed and although they both knew what was on my face, now drying, they didn't say anything. Although the lady beside gave me many glances as she seemed to be slyly trying to confirm what she thought. I replayed the past couple of hours trying to figure out how I went from straight and oblivious to a cocksucker who was already craving more. Gary's cock wouldn't leave my mind and mine was bulging in my pants as I remembered being on my knees, unable to resist his demands.

Trying to distract myself, I read a book and just tried to blend in like a chameleon. By the time the stewardess, a very pretty younger redhead came by, the cum on my face had dried. She didn't seem to notice until she reached over to hand me my coke and her face scrunched together. I quickly took the coke and put my head back down even as my cheeks burned again.

Once the plane finally landed, I recalled my next task, getting my picture taken by one of the stewardesses. I sighed as I waited until the plane was almost completely empty. Nervously walking up to the older stewardess, I asked, "Could you take a picture of me? It is my first time in San Francisco."

"Sure," she said, dripping with southern hospitality as she took my camera. She snapped the photo and returned it to me. "Enjoy San Fran."

"I hope to," I said, unaware at the time of just how much I was going to enjoy San Francisco.

I went to the washroom and looked in the mirror. If you knew there was cum on my face, then it was obvious, but if you didn't it just looked like very dry skin. I turned my phone on and saw that I had three messages, two from my wife and one from a Sir Big Cock.

I ignored my wife's and clicked on Sir Big Cock.

Hi cocksucker,

Here is a picture of my cock for you to think about while you are in SF.

The picture was one of his fully erect cock. I stared at it and my mouth watered. Shit, why did his cock stir such taboo things in me?

I texted him my picture with a brief message:

Sir Big Cock

Here is the photo you requested.

After pressing send, I went to get my suitcase. While waiting, I checked my messages from my wife and texted back that I had landed. I just was pulling off my suitcase from the conveyer belt when my phone buzzed, I had another text. I assumed it was my wife but I hoped it was Sir Big Cock.

A chill went up my spine when I saw it was indeed from Sir Big Cock.

cocksucker,

You didn't like the photo I sent just for you?

I quickly texted back:

Sir Big Cock,

I'm so sorry. The moment I saw the photo my mouth watered. I will be sure to look at it again and again.

As I headed to the taxi line, another text came:

cocksucker,

Send me the audio file when you get to the hotel, and record another of you showing the person checking you in the picture of my cock and telling them how much you miss it.

I sighed at yet another humiliating demand. I just wanted to get to my room and jerk off. My cock still not getting the attention it desired. I sent him the audio file and then texted him back:

Sir Big Cock,

Audio file sent; I will fulfill the task as instructed.

Half an hour later I was at the hotel lobby and sighed as I pulled out my phone and realized I couldn't show the photo and record audio at the same time. Suddenly I wasn't sure how to complete the task. I texted him back:

Sir Big Cock,

My phone doesn't record when it's displaying photos.

I waited a couple of minutes, unsure how to deal with this, when he texted back:

cocksucker,

Unfortunate. Instead ask the person if you still have any cum on your face.

I sighed, this was no better than the original task, but it was doable. I waited in line and finally reached the front where I was greeted by a clearly gay man. He looked at me and it was obvious he knew exactly what was all over my face.

"Hello, sir, checking in?" He asked, his voice surprisingly high, the stereotypical gay guy I had found disgusting all my life.

"Yes, the name is Wellington," I answered.

He typed on his computer and said all cheery, "Here you are. Staying for three nights I see."

"Yes," I nodded.

"Credit card, please," he said.

I handed it to him and a couple of minutes later he was done. Handing me the key, he said, clearly flirting with me in a subtle, yet not so subtle way, "Is there anything else I can do for you today? Anything at all?"

Clicking record on my phone, I leaned in and asked, "Do I still have cum on my face?"

He smiled, "Oh, honey, it looks like your man wanted to give your face a new coat of paint."

I wasn't sure what he meant as I gave him a confused look.

"He made sure he covered that whole pretty face of yours," he explained.

"Oh," I said.

"If you don't mind me asking, how long has it been drying? Looks like a few hours," he said.

Embarrassed, I went to turn away, but he grabbed my hand. "Here honey, in case you need anything and I mean an-y-thing," he stressed the last word so prominently his intent wasn't remotely unclear, as he handed me a card.

"Um, thanks," I said, adjusting my cock which had betrayed me again, stiffening in my pants at the thought of being hit on by a gay man.

Leaning forward, he whispered, "I may look like a twink and I can suck and get fucked like a twink, but my very impressive member will bring you to heaven and back. Plus, I can give you a new coat of paint if you need one."

"O-o-okay," I stammered, desperate to leave after getting propositioned from a flamboyantly gay man.

I walked to the elevator and while waiting sent the surreal conversation to Gary.

Sir Big Cock

Here is the second audio you requested...it was very awkward.

I got into my room, dropped my suitcase on the bed and collapsed beside it. After over forty years of never once being propositioned by a guy, I had two propositions in one day. Sometimes life really is stranger than fiction. I was lying on the bed when I recalled I had one more task to fulfill. After all the humiliating ones, this one was easy. I grabbed my phone and took a selfie of me, quickly texted it to Gary, before quickly going to the bathroom and jumping in the shower.

Out of the shower, replaying all I did today, I was suddenly mortified. How could I possibly risk my marriage, family and career to obey and serve some college student? Yet, even as I scolded myself for my brief lapse of weakness, my cock grew again. I sighed to myself just as my phone rang.

The ringtone signified it was my wife and I said, "Hello, honey."

"Finally in the hotel?" She asked.

"Yes, and exhausted," I answered, which was true.

"How was your day?" She asked.

"Frustrating," I answered, which was also true. For her, she would assume it was because of the delay (she knew I had zero patience), but for me it was trying to understand why I had allowed what had transpired to occur.

"You don't know how to just go with the flow," she said, always giving me a hard time for getting annoyed so easily.

I thought to myself, reflecting on the day, 'Oh trust me, I went with the flow', but instead said, "I'd rather just go against the flow."

"Honey, you have just got to take what life gives you and go along for the ride," she said, her words so innocent in intent and yet ironic as fucking hell.

"Oh I have been on one crazy roller coaster ride," I said, Laura again oblivious to the innuendo.

"Exactly, just hold on tight to that steel rod and just let your face be hit by the waves of the wind," she giggled.

I could barely keep from exploding with laughter as I pondered the steel rod I had already held onto and the waves of cum that had hit my face. I said, barely able to hold it together, "So I should just hold onto the steel rod and go for a ride?" I asked.

"Ride it for all it's worth, honey," she said. "Just take it all in and savour the moment."

I covered my mouth to avoid Laura hearing me laugh as I thought to myself how I did indeed savour the moment, and then wore the moment on my face for hours. "So I should go outside my comfort zone, take risks and be a little wild?"

"Shit, Chris, I would love to see that. You letting go and not worrying about consequences or what people think would be really hot," she continued, accidentally approving of my cocksucking experience today. She added, "Remember when we were in college?"

"Vaguely," I joked.

"Remember when we were studying late and you decided you were horny?" She asked.

"It was college, I was always horny," I quipped.

"You dragged me to a stall in the bathroom, pushed me onto my knees and made me suck your cock until you came down my throat?" She said, which was so bizarre and so unlike her. Oh sure, when we were young and carefree she blew me often, swallowed usually and would dress like a complete whore. But since we had kids, that side of her had faded into history.

The memories of our wilder times came flooding back, even as a chill went up my spine at the rather strange parallels between the story she was recalling and what happened to me today. "Hmmmmm, you used to love sucking my cock."

"I used to love when you just took what you wanted," she countered, her tone seemingly accusing me. Suddenly, I wondered if the problem in our suddenly stale sex life the past year plus was me and not her.

Horny as hell, I replied, "Well, I will remind you who is the boss when I return home."

"Hmmmmm, I know who the boss is," she said, her tone flirty.

Just then I received a text.

I said, "Honey, I have a text, I better check it in case it is Kevin." Kevin was my boss but it was unlikely he would text me.

Quickly checking my messages, I saw it was a new one from Gary.

cocksucker,

Task 2

Invite faggot boy up to your room.

Suck his cock and let him suck yours.

My eyes went big at the task.

I quickly texted back, trying to reason with him:

Sir Big Cock,

Please I can't invite a stranger to my room.

I got back on the phone and said, "Honey, I've got to go Skype with Kevin about some crisis which probably isn't a crisis, but you know Kevin."

"Okay, sexy," she said. "Don't think of doing anything I wouldn't do."

"No promises," I joked. "Love you."

"Love you too," she said and hung up. I was beginning to feel guilty over cheating on her when another message arrived, Instantly my mind shifted from guilty to curious:

Cocksucker,

Disobey another order and it will be your ass I order you to let him fuck...unless you want to take it in your ass...most cocksuckers eventually do.

My eyes went even bigger. Sucking a cock was one thing, but I couldn't fathom getting fucked in the ass. I had never even fucked a girl in the ass; I just thought it was for porno films and queers.

I texted back:

Sir Big Cock,

Sorry, I will text him immediately.

I looked at his card and texted:

Hi sir,

This is Chris from room 713.

Feel free to come up for a cocktail during your break or when you are off.

After sending it, I realized the accidental pun I had made and gasped. I also noticed that I had called him 'sir', thus automatically giving him power over me.

Another text from Gary:

cocksucker,

Send me his number so I can have a chat with him about how to train you.

I sent him the information requested as I shivered with nervous trepidation at what lie ahead.

A couple minutes went by before I got another text, this one from an unknown number:

Chris

I will be up there in fifteen minutes. I am chatting with your Master right now. Kisses and sucks.

Oliver

I stared at the text. I had just invited a clearly gay man, a twink he called himself and someone I would have called a faggot or queer before today, to my room...for oral sex. I googled twink and learned that twink is a slang term meaning a young man with a slender build with no body hair or facial hair.

I looked back at the picture of Gary's cock. Why did it make me feel so weak and submissive? It was so big and majestic, I could feel my mouth watering at the picture the way I did in high school when looking at my dad's Playboys. I wasn't gay! I was straight! Yet, the fact that I had sucked a stranger's cock in an airport restroom and had invited a twink to my room for sex questioned my sexuality.

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Who was I? What was becoming of me? Why couldn't I resist the orders of a relative stranger a thousand miles away? Why did my mouth water looking at a picture of his stiff cock? Why was my cock rock hard right now?

Was I always a cocksucker deep in my subconscious, and was that why I'd always bashed gays and called them every demeaning name in the book? (My logical mind said no, but lingering doubts were surfacing after I submitted so easily)

These and a million questions ricocheted around my head as I waited eagerly for the twink to come up to my room so I could suck his cock.

I could no longer say I was straight, I also wasn't bi...I didn't want to have sex with another man. I no longer knew who I was as a man, and that scared the shit out of me...yet as I heard the knock on my door I guess labelling no longer mattered.

Straight...bi...gay...it was all semantics...the only thing I knew for sure was that I was about to open the door and eagerly suck a twink stranger's cock as instructed by my Master. As I took a deep breath and headed to open the door, I wanted nothing more than to feel a cock in my mouth...I knew one thing regardless of labels, I was turning into a cocksucker.

Just the beginning....continued next month in Cocksucker Training...



Cocksucker: A Simple Blowjob Story



Hello, readers! Unzip your pants, because I've got a hot new story for you all. I'm not kidding; I want all you readers to read this post with your pants pulled down. Getting nude would be even better. Turn out the lights, close the door, and grab your cock or pussy. Sit back...relax...enjoy the show!

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I was sitting in the middle of Max's living room. I had gone to the bathroom for a minute to freshen up; when I returned to the living room of his small apartment near the campus of FSU, Barry White was pulsing from the stereo, and Max had lit some tall red tapered candles on the coffee table. A typical romantic mood setting cliché.

Poor Max was trying so hard to get in my pants. We had just met a few hours ago at a kegger. Max was an average looking guy, about 5"9, short brown hair, and kind of skinny. He had convinced me to come up to his apartment around 2:00 this morning; the party we had just left was getting loud and out of control, and we could barely hear our own voices.

He was probably thinking "Please, God, I hope I get lucky. I'm really horny and want to score tonight, but I always strike out." We had already made out a bit at the party, and I could clearly see the bulge in his jeans. He wanted me so badly...but probably thought he wouldn't get much further than second base.

Boy was he wrong!

You see, I was in a really slutty mood. I had purposely picked out the shyest, quietest guy at the party. I wanted to find someone who may not have had as much luck with women on the weekends...and totally blow his mind!

I had no intention of fucking him; in a warped way, I had morals that intercourse was only to be done while in a semi-serious relationship. But I had absolutely no qualms about oral sex on a one night stand. I didn't even want to receive oral sex; sometimes giving a guy I hardly know a hot blowjob can fuel my masturbation fantasies for a few weeks at least; the memories of getting down on my knees and totally rocking a man's world can make my pussy wet as hell!

"Barry White, huh?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I uh, dig his music!" Max stammered.

"No you don't! You just put his music on in the hopes of getting laid."

"No, I really like it!" he lied.

"C'mon, admit it. If you are completely honest, you might get rewarded!" I sat down next to Max and started to rub his lap with my right hand. His bulge grew, straining under his jeans.

Clearly embarrassed, yet wanting to please me, he confessed. "Aw, Miranda. You got me. I read in 'Maxim' that all women like Barry White. His music is supposed to get women all hot."

"Well, Max. You don't really have to try so hard to get me 'all hot.' I unsnapped his pants. My hand went for the zipper, and I quickly unzipped his pants as well.

"Miranda! Oh, wow" he responded to my moves.

Without saying a word, I got off of the sofa, sat down on the floor, and in one swift move I yanked both his pants and his briefs off. I tugged them over his feet and tossed them to the floor. Max was completely stunned, having had his pants pulled off so quickly. We had only been in his apartment for about a half an hour, and he was sitting on his sofa on his bare ass, his cock sprung into the air.

"Oh my God, I wasn't expecting that!" he yelled.

"Mmm...I guess your Barry White CD did the trick, Max!" I said huskily, trying to imitate the late musician's voice.

"Don't you want to take it slower, Miranda? I could caress you a bit first, you know, if you want."

"Max, now you're talking too much. Just close your eyes and prepare to get the hottest blowjob of your life! That is, if you've ever had any other blowjobs to compare mine too."

"I have!" he answered too quickly. I looked him in the eyes. He couldn't keep eye contact with me; I knew he was lying. I kept staring anyway. "O.K., I have never had a blowjob before; this is my first."

"Good. Just so you know, it won't always be as good as this one when you get future blowjobs from other women, Max. They will have a very high standard to live up too; I'm the queen of cocksucking around these parts."

"Oh. That is good to know!"

"Max, prepare to be drained. You're not going to be able to stand up after I suck your dick, your knees will be so weak!"

My hands kneaded his thighs; my fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when my nails brushed up against his balls. I grabbed a pillow from the sofa to put under my knees so I could be comfortable. Once I was in a good position, I reached up into his lap and started to jack him off.

"Oh God!" he said.

"No, I'm not God, I'm Miranda" I corrected him.

"Miranda! You're touch feels so good."

"You like my hands on your cock? Wait until my mouth is on it! Sucking your shaft, licking the head of your cock, giving you head. You're in for a treat!"

"Oh Miranda. Fuck."

I decided that the time for conversation had ended, and I brushed my long red hair against his bare thighs. Men go crazy when I do this; I caressed his thighs with my hair for a few minutes, making sure to get my long silky hair all over his balls and erection as well. I paused for just a second to remove my t-shirt and black lacy bra; guys like to have some skin to look at, and I knew Max would love to see my bare tits.

"Touch my boobs, Max" I demanded. His eyes had been closed, so he hadn't even realized I was topless. His eyes bulged when he got a look at my naked tits; he quickly felt me up. I let him admire my rack for awhile, savoring the attention and the sensation of his hands squeezing my breasts. He got my nipples all hard, tweaking them just right. I made sure to rub my tits all over his lap for a few minutes; I've learned that guys like this move right before I go down on them.

I returned to my kneeling position on the floor, and I roughly spread his legs far apart. The wider the guy's legs are spread, the easier it is for me to access the cock and balls. I spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as I did this. I made sure he could hear the kissing noises, loudly smacking my lips to affect his sense of hearing with erotic sounds.

He let out a loud moan when I put one of his balls into my mouth. I swished it around inside my mouth, then I switched to the other one; I was also stroking his thighs with my hands. He started breathing hard when I managed to put both his balls into my mouth at once. I tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with my hot mouth. I used my tongue to move them all around; my lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his cock. My hands began to stroke his cock.

"Oh, Miranda!" He didn't seem capable of saying much else. I liked that; turning a guy on so much he couldn't really say much besides "Oh Miranda!" I loved hearing my own name shouted out in pleasure.

I removed his balls from my mouth and licked his shaft with the tip of my tongue. I drenched his lap with my saliva. Starting at the root, I worked my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. I gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft. When I knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, I finally put my lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with my hand, I slowly lowered my mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside my mouth.

I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his lap, getting my hands under him and squeezing his butt. I could hear his breathing getting heavier; I knew he was deeply enjoying his first blowjob. I stopped for just a second so I could answer a question that might have been in his mind.

"Max, when you feel close to orgasm, don't worry. I swallow! Just let your load out in my throat."

I told him this information for two reasons. First, many guys are not sure if a girl will "spit or swallow," so it is good to mention this in advance. I don't know why some girls are squeamish about swallowing; it is perfectly natural, and the guys fucking love it. I feel so empowered, making a man blow his load inside my throat because I got him off. The only time I don't swallow is when I want a man to give me a facial; some guys have seen this in porn movies, so I let them come all over my face and hair for a special treat every once in awhile. But this was Max's first time, I wanted him to savor the experience of being sucked off and having his cum swallowed.

He began to buck his hips up and down; I stroked the root of his cock with my hands and swallowed his shaft again. Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, I drove him mad with desire. He was sweating; I could feel it on his thighs, brushing against my face. He kept groaning and moaning with pleasure as I became more firm with my sucking. I drooled and slobbered all over his lap, trying to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible.

"Oh, Max. I'm going to masturbate when I get back to my dorm room tonight; thinking about this. I love being a cocksucking slut!" I hated to remove his cock from my mouth for even a second, but I knew he would like to hear that bit of information!

"Oh, Miranda, Oh, feels good..." he moaned.

I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching porn had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because her pussy is actually getting stimulated.

"Mmm...Oh...Mmppphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair.

Max's groans are getting louder and his breathing more desperate. I firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from my mouth as I fondled his heavy balls. His balls began to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was imminent. I intended to milk him dry; I sucked and licked him lovingly, while stroking his balls. I looked up; his eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were by his side on the sofa. I reached his hands and placed them on my tits, letting him have something soft and pleasant to hold onto while he came.

"Oh...Miranda...I'm gonna come soon, I can tell. I can't hold it much longer..."

I didn't answer him verbally; I just sucked him faster and made moaning noises as I prepared to finish him off. My pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his organ; I made loud slurping and sucking sounds with my mouth. His cock was rock hard and throbbing; I could feel it shaking. I visualized the hot white come loaded up in his balls getting ready to squirt hard.

"OH! Fuck! OHHHHH!" the contractions began, and his erection flexed. I focused the muscles of my mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening my grip around his balls. I felt the pre-cum that I had been tasting all throughout the blowjob start to drip out even more. Then the explosion came.

I have given many blowjobs and swallowed many loads of cum, but this was a very intense rush. Maybe it was because this was his first blowjob, or maybe it was because he had a lot of cum built up, but the intensity and amount of come was difficult to handle. I bobbed my head up and down and forced myself to quickly swallow it up, not wanting to lose a drop. He grabbed my boobs tightly; normally I don't like having them held so tightly, but I didn't mind, I knew his orgasm was really intense and he needed something to grip onto.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down my throat. I was able to gulp most of it down quickly, but some of it filled my cheeks. His own cum mixed with my saliva as I licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down. I struggled to breath through my nose, which was buried in his pubic hair, as I finished him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with my hands. Just when I thought it was over, his cock quivered with some involuntary aftershocks, and yet more creamy juice trickled down my throat. I kept his rock hard erection in my mouth after the main part of the orgasm ended; there was drop after drop of cum still dripping out of the head of his dick even though the huge spurting phase had ended.

He completely collapsed, spent and drained. I lovingly stroked his thighs; his cock was still in my mouth, but I had stopped stimulating him as I knew his cock would be very sensitive. I slowly let him withdraw, and gave the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid.

Eventually, I sat back up on the sofa with him. I let him doze off in my lap. He had a wood desk next to the sofa, and I noticed a piece of paper and pencil on the desk. I didn't want to wake him; he had gone to heaven and I wanted him to enjoy blissful rest after his rush. I scribbled down a short note:

"Max: I had a great time introducing you to the pleasures of oral sex. I enjoyed being a cocksucker; I hope the experience was everything you expected and more. Sorry I had to go. Just so you know, I'm literally running back to my dorm room right now. You got my cunt so horny; being a cocksucking slut will do that to me. As soon as I get back home, I'm tearing off my jeans and panties and touching my clit till I explode. And I'm going to fantasize about sucking your big hard cock.

Miranda."



Cocksucker



I kissed him goodbye. With embarrassment I thanked him for what he'd done for me. He told me to come back anytime. He knew I'd be back and I have been, often. I realized I didn't have a top anymore. I didn't care, I walked out, past a dozen guys, most if not all ones who probably came on or in me. I walked out and down the street, my tits on display, my ass poking out from under my skirt. Cum was still clinging to my chin. A car drove by. It was a lady, probably in her fifties. She leaned out her window and yelled, "dirty cocksucker!"

I smiled. "Yes, why yes I am," I said to myself.