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I stared at his erect cock. I was fixated by it. Mitch was still sleeping but his cock was wide-awake. Rigid and throbbing. There is so much attention paid to the pussy and I understand why but the cock is often underappreciated. Mitch had a beautiful cock. I was hypnotized by it. It was hard and firm and yet also pliable. It stood erect, long and thick. It had a shine to it as it stretched his skin to the maximum length over his gorgeous engorged penis.
I moved my hand towards his cock. Closer. Closer. Almost touching. The palm of my hand was just a fraction of an inch from his shaft. His cock quivered. The close proximity between my hand and Mitch's cock created tension and an undeniable energy. It was as if it was its own living thing. I shifted my entire body closer to his cock. I brought my mouth right up to the side of his cock and blew a soft, warm breath on it. The kind of breath that you would use to clean your glasses. Again, it responded with a subtle quiver that told me it ached to be touched.
I got on my knees and held back my hair and was now looking down at his cock. I stuck out my tongue and just touched the tip of his cock head with the tip of my tongue. It jerked slightly. I pushed the tip of my tongue into the slit of his cock head and gently twirled it around. His cock relaxed and realized that there was no danger, only pleasure.
I lowered my head to the base of his cock. Underneath it was magnificent. There was a stiff, swollen membrane that was bigger at the base and thinned a bit as it went further up his cock. I moved my mouth carefully to where his cock met his balls. I placed my lips there and gently sucked on it. Mitch moaned but remained asleep. I could feel a pulse in the base of his cock with my mouth. It emitted heat and it throbbed rhythmically. As I sucked the base of his cock, I also massaged it with my tongue making slow, soft circles. Mitch let out a soft breath.
I stayed there resisting the temptation to slide my mouth all along his cock and then swallowing it. That was my urge. But I knew that this was a special place on his body that was extremely erogenous but so often neglected. I continued to suck and tongue the base of his cock. I took my hand and held my fingers a quarter of an inch from his cock for a few seconds, teasing it slightly, closing my hand but not quite touching it. I knew it felt my warmth and the anticipation of my touch created a tension that begged for relief.
Finally, I wrapped my soft hand around his rigid member and it was made happy at my touch. I moved my hand down right to where my mouth was and held the base of his cock tightly for a moment. I could feel the blood moving through his shaft and the persistent pounding of his pulse. I slid my hand slowly and deliberately up the length of his cock. I kissed the head like it was my long lost lover. I rubbed and sucked his cock and felt him stir and awaken.
"Oh my," Mitch said. "You look so good with my fat cock in your mouth, darling."
I looked up at Mitch and pushed back my long hair so he could get a full view of my pretty face with his cock sliding deeper in my mouth. A sight, I have been told on many occasions that can drive a man wild.
There is nothing like the flesh of a hard cock in taste or texture and I savored it. I relished it. I moaned as I sucked his cock passionately.
"Such a sweet little cocksucker," Mitch said as he put his fingers through my hair. "Just nineteen years old and so hungry for cock."
He was wrong. I was not hungry for cock - I was starving for Mitch's cock. His long, thick, throbbing cock. His married cock. A cock that belonged to a man old enough to be my father. I never felt this way about my boyfriend's cock. It was wrong. All of it was wrong for so many reasons. And I was so turned on because of its extreme wrongness.
This was dangerous territory. I had succumbed to my darkest urges and it tasted so sweet. It was like trying to quench a thirst with salt water, the more I drank the thirstier I became in an endless and escalating loop. I wanted more of this; I would have more of this regardless of the consequences.
I was not giving Mitch a blowjob. I was devouring his cock with an unbridled lust and fervor. I wanted nothing more than to extract the cum from his massive balls and consume every luscious drop of it.
"Oh fuck," he said. "Go for it babygirl. Eat Mitch's cock like a little piggy."
His objectification of me just propelled my desires even more. In public I demand equality and respect. But I had come to realize that in the privacy of the bedroom I craved being used as a sex toy.
"Go for it, girl," Mitch said. "Come on and get it all. Mitch is going to feed you good with a nice big load of cum."
I moaned and sucked his cock harder. I wanted it. At that moment I wanted that nice big load of cum more than anything else in the entire world. And I was going to get it.
I pushed down on Mitch's cock. I felt his bulbous head rubbing against the back of my throat. That wasn't good enough. I had to have it deeper. I relaxed, closed my eyes, took a long slow breath through my nose and took his cock down my windpipe.
"Goddamn," Mitch grunted. "You cocksucking little cunt. Such a tiny little fuckface with such a big cock down her throat."
Mitch reached over and squeezed one of my tits and with his other hand, he played with my swollen clit and finger fucked me. My sweet little pussy was drenched as I sucked his cock as hard as I could.
I felt Mitch's cock begin to tense up. I knew he was close. I pulled Mitch's cock out of my throat but continued to suck it. There was no way I was going to let his load shoot down my throat. I needed to taste his ejaculate on my tongue.
"Here it cums," he said. "That's it, slut. Get it. Get it. Suck the cum out of my balls. You better eat every fucking drop."
Hell yes, I was going to eat every drop. I craved it. I was hungry for it. I needed to devour his semen like an addict needed a fix. The anticipation of it made me quiver and I came hard as Mitch finger fucked my cunt and rubbed my clit. At the same time, he threw back his head and let out a guttural cry.
Mitch erupted in my mouth. The first wave exploded with such force that I could feel his cum hit the back of my throat. He kept cumming and cumming, flooding my mouth with his hot savory semen. I consumed all of it desperately. It was succulent and luscious and I could feel its warmth inside of my belly. There was something so primal and raw about a man shooting his cum inside your mouth and eating his essence. I ate his sperm, his semen, his DNA like it was food but it fed a hunger that came from a place deep inside of me. It was at my core and it enflamed my loins.
I drained Mitch dry and could not stop sucking until he had to wrench my mouth off his cock because there was no more cum left for him to feed me. Mitch was still hard though and he pushed me down and pushed his cock unceremoniously into my cunt and fucked me hard. I loved the feeling of his big cock stretching me so wide inside that I could barely breathe. I was intoxicated and swimming in a sexual haze as he pounded my tight, wet pussy. I could not count how many times I came.
"That was the best sucking and fucking I have ever done in my life," he said. "And that is saying a hell of a lot. You are the prettiest, sexiest and horniest little cunt I have ever known."
Mitch told me I was now his slut and that he would be coming back to Boston once or twice a month for business and that I would have to find any excuse to be with him. He didn't care about my job, my parents or my boyfriend - I had to be there with legs open for him when he was done working. He would add an extra day or two to his trips and we would spend that time with him using me as his fucktoy 24/7. He told me that he might need to share my sweet little body for his business dealings. "My partners would love that," he slapped my ass and winked so I thought he was just kidding. He also said that we would arrange a week together sometime in the summer when his wife and kids headed off for vacation with the grandparents. He told me that I would literally be bowlegged after that week. I agreed to all of it.
Mitch told me that checkout time was 12pm and that I could stay until then. I lay back into bed, naked, filled with his cum inside my body and his words swirling in my head. I was now his slut. And I also had a boyfriend that was really good to me. I decided I needed to compartmentalize. There was one side of me that would be the best girlfriend and would work hard and be a good daughter. And the other side would be Mitch's slut.
I had hardly any sleep and I had sex nearly all night and all morning. Instead of being exhausted and satisfied, I wanted more. Something in my brain had triggered and the more sex I had, the more sex I wanted. But Mitch was gone.
I looked at my phone. I held it in my hand and scrolled to a specific phone number. The taxi driver that looked at me with so much lust in his eyes the day before and told me I needed to be fucked.
Would I? Could I? If I did, then that other side of me would be more than Mitch's slut but a complete slut. It was one thing to meet a guy and have him seduce you. But I would be reaching out to a complete stranger seeking sex. And the thought of that made me tremble with even more desire.
I fell back on the bed and screamed one word.
Was yelling that word an expression of my confusion? Or was it a declaration of the choice I had already made?
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