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Bait & SwitchHis firm hand on my head kept my mouth on his penis as he thrust it in and out. “That’s the way, keep sucking, yeah…I knew you’d be a hot cocksucker…yeah, suck on it hard, suck me good”, he ordered as he fucked my mouth. How strange, I thought, to have my head down in a guy’s lap, sucking and sucking…I was lost in a dream-like world of musky pubes, smooth hot flesh and the feel and taste of a warm stiff penis as it slipped in and out, in and out. His deep grunt with every thrust, the scent of his lust and the nasty sound my lips made slurping his boner all combined to excite me, make me feel slutty, desperate to please and pleasure his horny organ. My own cock was getting hard, a discovery he made with a quick grope. “I knew it, you love it”, he whispered close to my ear. “You love giving head…that turns me on, gets me real hard.” Yeah, I was enjoying making him more horny as I sucked–this was a fun and rare adventure! I liked how he kept telling me to suck harder, suck harder, pushing my head down. He likes oral domination, I thought to myself–just be submissive, give his horny cock whatever it wants. I tried all the ways I could to make his penis throb, moaning as I rubbed the bottom of his cock with my tongue like he told me to–any second I expected his hot cum to spurt in my mouth. “Yeah, you make my cock feel real good…mmmm, suck it, suck it…this is how I always want it.” Always? This is a one-off, I thought to myself, my lips tightly wrapped around his erection. His cock was very stiff and when he started groaning and thrusting harder, I knew I was almost done, that I was about to taste some semen. When it came, hot and thick, his cum filled my mouth, his hand keeping illegal bahis my face pressed into his crotch until his cock stopped pulsing and began to soften. I let his warm cum drool from my mouth and as I released his now happy penis from my lips, he took his hand off my head and told me to look at him. When I looked up, sticky cum dripping from my wet lips–flash!–he took a photo of me! “For me, a souvenir.” He grinned and, grabbing my hand, placed it on his wet cock. “By the way, you’ll be sucking this whenever I want or…hello internet, this picture will be all over the world.” So that’s how it started, me servicing Dave several times a week, mostly in his car, whenever he got “mouth-fucking horny”, as he called it. So much for foolishly agreeing to give Dave some head “just once”. I lost count of how many times he used my mouth to drain his balls. I had imagined a private, one-time oral experience “just for fun” and ended up becoming Dave’s suck slave. My moods and desires didn’t matter–when he wanted a suck, he called me. I never knew what he was horny for, never knew what to expect except his cock was going to get sucked and I was going to suck it. Sometimes, before our suck session would begin, I had to pull down my jeans and play with myself–he liked hearing me say how much I enjoyed sucking cock, how I wished I could suck his cock every day. He liked watching me rub myself hard as I told him how much I wanted to suck him, begging him to hurry up and let me suck his boner. “See? You’re getting a hard on–you love being my cocksucker, don’t you…you can’t wait to put those sissy lips around my dick.” Then he’d pull his cock from his jeans, flop it around, stroke it, make me beg illegal bahis siteleri for it. I’d have to watch his cock and lick my lips as he pointed out the many wonderful parts of his manhood, asking me if I liked his knob or if I wanted to feel his pubic hair. He liked to control me, tell me what to say, when and how to touch or lick his cock. I often felt ashamed and wanted to stop meeting him. But he had that photo–he showed it to me and when I saw his cock exposed in his lap and my face above it, lips glossy with semen, a big white glob on my chin, I knew I did not want that image on the net. I became his oral sex outlet, allowing him to direct each blowjob as he pleased. I have long hair and he would often have me wear it down, like a girl, so he could pretend I was some woman he knew and desired, my hair and my mouth just props for his fantasy. He liked to hear me make little whimpering sounds while my mouth was stuffed with cock, strange stuff like that. One time he put his soft cock into my mouth, and kept it there for a long time, his hand keeping my head in place–his penis got hard and soft, hard and soft as he listened to music on the radio, as if he forgot his cock was in my mouth. A few times one of his friends would be with him and he obviously enjoyed making me service them, showing off his power over his private cocksucker. I discovered that two horny men can handle a lot of sucking before they decide to squirt, especially when competing for space in my mouth, showing off their cock skills. My mouth would be sore for days. But usually it was just horny Dave, his pushy erection and my sucking mouth. Most times he just wanted a “hard and wet” blowjob, ordering me down canlı bahis siteleri to his lap, pulling out his cock and forcing it into my mouth–always his hands holding my head as the sucking stared. “Get down and get your lips going, I got something for you I’ve been saving up all week.” He liked to talk real nasty as his boner pushed in and out between my abused lips. In the end, he always filled my mouth without warning, groaning with each spurt. At least he never made me swallow, I guess because he liked to see his cum smeared on my lips and cheeks. “Show me my load”, he’d say and I’d have to open my mouth so he could see it pooled there. I really didn’t like the taste or smell but he never gave me a choice–cumming in my mouth was his idea of a “real blowjob”. And he always made me kiss his wet cock goodbye, which often led to a second sucking–“Make me hard again”, he’d say. It sometimes took a long time, lots of sucking, but he didn’t care how long it took me to make him stiff again so long as he could cum enough to wipe some jizz across my tired lips. He was very proud of being able to cum twice but I think the credit should go to me. Anyway, these “dates” went on for months until one day he moved to Europe for good and I never saw him again. He sent “the photo” to my email, saying he deleted all copies–and thanked me for sucking him off so many times, ha ha. But, several weeks later, while surfing some porn sites, there was that picture in vivid detail–Dave’s open jeans, his wet cock fresh from sucking and my cum smeared face looking up into the camera! Dave’s cum dripped from my lips in high resolution. There was a date: the photo was posted the day after it was taken and reblogged many times over the past year! I felt so used, so stupid–Dave must have been laughing inside every time he zipped up his jeans after his many free blowjobs. All because I agreed to suck off Dave one time, just for fun. Yeah, I guess am a sucker.

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