Your a Cocksucker
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Here it is, cocksucker. Waiting for you to walk in my front door, drop to your knees and worship my cock.
It was so appetizing.
It was so black.
It was so big.
The idea so taboo.
My mouth watered.
My already hard cock flinched in my pants.
My left hand opened the door and I got out of my truck. I felt like I was being drawn to the house, to that big black cock.
Reaching the driveway, I paused, before walking up the drive way and to the front door.
Taking a deep breath, I paused again, put my hand on the doorknob and turned it. I opened the door and instantly the familiar voice called out, "In here, cocksucker."
This was my last chance to turn and run, yet like every other opportunity to refuse the submission, I instead closed the door and walked into the living room.
Malcolm was on a couch, his pants and underwear at his ankles and his dick dangling between his legs.
"About time, cocksucker," he said, "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up."
"Me too," I replied, staring at his long dick...it was bigger soft then mine was hard, although I suppose that is not saying much.
"Are you going to stand there staring and drooling or are you going to do what you have been craving to do since Saturday?" He asked, smugly.
Still indecisive, I stammered, "I-I-I don't know."
"Cocksucker, I don't play games," he said, "you're here to suck cock, my big black cock to be specific...no more, no less. So stop feigning any pathetic resistance. You're a cocksucker. I knew it the minute you walked into the official's room."
"How?" I asked, the blanket statement so generic.
"It was in your eyes," he explained. "Plus, if you weren't a cocksucker deep down you would have freaked out, not stared at my cock like a wanton slut."
"I was shocked," I defended, which was true.
"And now? Why are you here now?" He asked, his cock still dangling flaccidly between his legs.
All the defence in the world couldn't produce a logical answer to that question. I took a breath, stared at his cock and finally admitted the obvious, "To suck your cock."
"Because you're...," he questioned.
"A cocksucker," I whispered.
"A what?" He questioned.
"A cocksucker," I repeated louder.
"Get over here and show me," he ordered.
I quickly went to him. The admission made, the desire to suck became insatiable. I dropped to my knees, took his thick cock in my hands and stroked it.
"You're a cocksucker, Greg," he pointed out, using my name for the first time, "Get sucking."
I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took the soft cock in.
Instantly I felt two things:
1. How natural it felt to be on my knees with a cock in my mouth.
2. In awe of just how thick his cock was.
I started very tentatively, fascinated by the sensation of his cock hardening in my mouth. It was the coolest magic trick ever and the feeling in my mouth was surreal.
I can't explain it, but the best description was I was in lust...in lust with a cock. I wanted to suck it, worship it, make it shoot its load down my throat.
"Do you like it in your mouth, cocksucker?" He asked.
I nodded, while keeping his cock in my mouth.
"Say it, cocksucker," he ordered, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
I felt like a c***d who had his teddy bear taken away. I wanted it back in my mouth. I looked up and admitted the obvious, "I love your big cock in my mouth."
"Beg for it," he demanded, tapping my lips with his big dick, making my mouth immediately open.
I knew he was trying to humiliate me, I had read such things in many of the gay stories. Yet like the characters in those stories, I was helpless to do anything but beg. "Please, Malcolm, can I suck your big black cock until you shoot your cum down my cocksucker mouth?"
"And you understand that once I fill you with my cum, you are my personal cocksucker," he clarified.
"Yes," I nodded, willing to agree to almost anything to have that beautiful chocolate stick back in my mouth.
"You'll come to me, when and where I tell you to," he continued.
"Yes," I again agreed, even though I knew the consequences could be devastating.
"What about your wife?" He asked, sliding his cock back in my mouth.
As I resumed bobbing, hungry for more of his cock, I pondered the question. Replaying Saturday evening, I wondered if she may get turned on watching me suck a real black cock. The more I pondered this, the more I began to think she indeed would.
When he pulled out, I quickly answered, wanting his dick back into mouth, "She'd likely enjoy watching."
"Interesting," he nodded, again sliding his cock back in my mouth.
His tone implied he was considering my answer and I immediately knew I had given him too much information.
Yet, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the now completely hard cock in my mouth. The feeling of a hard cock was a lot different and yet equally exotic.
As I began bobbing slightly faster, I tried to get more and more in my mouth. I couldn't imagine I could get close to all ten inches, I only had maybe three in at the moment.
"That's it cocksucker, keep taking more in that mouth of yours. With practice you will eventually be able to take all ten inches in," he said, making it clear once again that this wasn't a one-time thing.
I wasn't sure what would happen after this encounter, yet I couldn't imagine not doing it again. Like in the stories I read or edited, once you have crossed the line there was no going back, you will crave it even though mentally you will fight the desire to do it.
Four inches.
My mouth already seemed full and yet I wasn't even taking half in my mouth yet.
To my disbelief, I kept slowly taking more and more, wanting, absurdly, to be a good cocksucker, and better than Andy.
"Shit cocksucker, I'm enjoying this slow burn, but I need to get back to school, my girlfriend is going to be wondering where I am," he said.
Oddly...pathetically...my first reaction was shit, I'm not going to get to taste his cum.
He declared, "I'm going to fuck your mouth, cocksucker."
Excited he still planned to finish, I moaned on his cock.
"Such an eager married white cocksucker," he smirked, as he began fucking my mouth.
It wasn't rough, and he didn't try to gag me with all ten inches, but it was a lot more intense than when I was controlling the sucking.
I focused on not gagging and breathing through my nose, just like my wife had instructed on Saturday, as more than half his cock glided in and out of my mouth.
I couldn't fathom how anyone, even an experienced cocksucker, could ever take all that cock.
He groaned, seemingly close, "This time I'll reward you with my full load down your throat."
I involuntarily moaned on his cock; excited by his words and desperate to feel his cum fill my mouth.
I wanted to know what cum tasted like directly from the source, to get the full taste, unlike tasting my own from Marcia's ass.
I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my mouth so I could taste his reward.
No!!! I needed to have his cock erupt in my mouth so I could taste his cum.
He grunted, "Here it comes, cocksucker."
Instantly, I felt his load explode in my mouth.
I wanted to savour the taste, but he kept pumping his cock in and out of my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it.
"Good cocksucker," he groaned, "swallow it all like the white bitch you are."
I did. I was his cocksucker, his bitch and I knew I would be back on my knees the moment he beckoned me in the future.
When he pulled out, he said, "You're a natural."
I didn't respond, as I really wasn't sure what to say to such a statement.
He continued, "So again, I expect you to be ready to come and suck my cock when and where I call you."
I just nodded, still in awe of what I had just done, and unsure what to do next.
"Tell me, cocksucker," he ordered, "Did you enjoy your first of many cocksucking experiences?"
It was so appetizing.
It was so black.
It was so big.
The idea so taboo.
My mouth watered.
My already hard cock flinched in my pants.
My left hand opened the door and I got out of my truck. I felt like I was being drawn to the house, to that big black cock.
Reaching the driveway, I paused, before walking up the drive way and to the front door.
Taking a deep breath, I paused again, put my hand on the doorknob and turned it. I opened the door and instantly the familiar voice called out, "In here, cocksucker."
This was my last chance to turn and run, yet like every other opportunity to refuse the submission, I instead closed the door and walked into the living room.
Malcolm was on a couch, his pants and underwear at his ankles and his dick dangling between his legs.
"About time, cocksucker," he said, "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up."
"Me too," I replied, staring at his long dick...it was bigger soft then mine was hard, although I suppose that is not saying much.
"Are you going to stand there staring and drooling or are you going to do what you have been craving to do since Saturday?" He asked, smugly.
Still indecisive, I stammered, "I-I-I don't know."
"Cocksucker, I don't play games," he said, "you're here to suck cock, my big black cock to be specific...no more, no less. So stop feigning any pathetic resistance. You're a cocksucker. I knew it the minute you walked into the official's room."
"How?" I asked, the blanket statement so generic.
"It was in your eyes," he explained. "Plus, if you weren't a cocksucker deep down you would have freaked out, not stared at my cock like a wanton slut."
"I was shocked," I defended, which was true.
"And now? Why are you here now?" He asked, his cock still dangling flaccidly between his legs.
All the defence in the world couldn't produce a logical answer to that question. I took a breath, stared at his cock and finally admitted the obvious, "To suck your cock."
"Because you're...," he questioned.
"A cocksucker," I whispered.
"A what?" He questioned.
"A cocksucker," I repeated louder.
"Get over here and show me," he ordered.
I quickly went to him. The admission made, the desire to suck became insatiable. I dropped to my knees, took his thick cock in my hands and stroked it.
"You're a cocksucker, Greg," he pointed out, using my name for the first time, "Get sucking."
I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took the soft cock in.
Instantly I felt two things:
1. How natural it felt to be on my knees with a cock in my mouth.
2. In awe of just how thick his cock was.
I started very tentatively, fascinated by the sensation of his cock hardening in my mouth. It was the coolest magic trick ever and the feeling in my mouth was surreal.
I can't explain it, but the best description was I was in lust...in lust with a cock. I wanted to suck it, worship it, make it shoot its load down my throat.
"Do you like it in your mouth, cocksucker?" He asked.
I nodded, while keeping his cock in my mouth.
"Say it, cocksucker," he ordered, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
I felt like a c***d who had his teddy bear taken away. I wanted it back in my mouth. I looked up and admitted the obvious, "I love your big cock in my mouth."
"Beg for it," he demanded, tapping my lips with his big dick, making my mouth immediately open.
I knew he was trying to humiliate me, I had read such things in many of the gay stories. Yet like the characters in those stories, I was helpless to do anything but beg. "Please, Malcolm, can I suck your big black cock until you shoot your cum down my cocksucker mouth?"
"And you understand that once I fill you with my cum, you are my personal cocksucker," he clarified.
"Yes," I nodded, willing to agree to almost anything to have that beautiful chocolate stick back in my mouth.
"You'll come to me, when and where I tell you to," he continued.
"Yes," I again agreed, even though I knew the consequences could be devastating.
"What about your wife?" He asked, sliding his cock back in my mouth.
As I resumed bobbing, hungry for more of his cock, I pondered the question. Replaying Saturday evening, I wondered if she may get turned on watching me suck a real black cock. The more I pondered this, the more I began to think she indeed would.
When he pulled out, I quickly answered, wanting his dick back into mouth, "She'd likely enjoy watching."
"Interesting," he nodded, again sliding his cock back in my mouth.
His tone implied he was considering my answer and I immediately knew I had given him too much information.
Yet, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the now completely hard cock in my mouth. The feeling of a hard cock was a lot different and yet equally exotic.
As I began bobbing slightly faster, I tried to get more and more in my mouth. I couldn't imagine I could get close to all ten inches, I only had maybe three in at the moment.
"That's it cocksucker, keep taking more in that mouth of yours. With practice you will eventually be able to take all ten inches in," he said, making it clear once again that this wasn't a one-time thing.
I wasn't sure what would happen after this encounter, yet I couldn't imagine not doing it again. Like in the stories I read or edited, once you have crossed the line there was no going back, you will crave it even though mentally you will fight the desire to do it.
Four inches.
My mouth already seemed full and yet I wasn't even taking half in my mouth yet.
To my disbelief, I kept slowly taking more and more, wanting, absurdly, to be a good cocksucker, and better than Andy.
"Shit cocksucker, I'm enjoying this slow burn, but I need to get back to school, my girlfriend is going to be wondering where I am," he said.
Oddly...pathetically...my first reaction was shit, I'm not going to get to taste his cum.
He declared, "I'm going to fuck your mouth, cocksucker."
Excited he still planned to finish, I moaned on his cock.
"Such an eager married white cocksucker," he smirked, as he began fucking my mouth.
It wasn't rough, and he didn't try to gag me with all ten inches, but it was a lot more intense than when I was controlling the sucking.
I focused on not gagging and breathing through my nose, just like my wife had instructed on Saturday, as more than half his cock glided in and out of my mouth.
I couldn't fathom how anyone, even an experienced cocksucker, could ever take all that cock.
He groaned, seemingly close, "This time I'll reward you with my full load down your throat."
I involuntarily moaned on his cock; excited by his words and desperate to feel his cum fill my mouth.
I wanted to know what cum tasted like directly from the source, to get the full taste, unlike tasting my own from Marcia's ass.
I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my mouth so I could taste his reward.
No!!! I needed to have his cock erupt in my mouth so I could taste his cum.
He grunted, "Here it comes, cocksucker."
Instantly, I felt his load explode in my mouth.
I wanted to savour the taste, but he kept pumping his cock in and out of my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it.
"Good cocksucker," he groaned, "swallow it all like the white bitch you are."
I did. I was his cocksucker, his bitch and I knew I would be back on my knees the moment he beckoned me in the future.
When he pulled out, he said, "You're a natural."
I didn't respond, as I really wasn't sure what to say to such a statement.
He continued, "So again, I expect you to be ready to come and suck my cock when and where I call you."
I just nodded, still in awe of what I had just done, and unsure what to do next.
"Tell me, cocksucker," he ordered, "Did you enjoy your first of many cocksucking experiences?"
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