“Don’t worry-you couldn’t see inside the car-no one else can, either…now hurry, Sweetie-STRIP!”
It felt like I was living in a bizarro-world dream. How else can I explain taking all my clothes off in the front seat of a car parked next to the employee entrance of where I work?
The moment I pulled the panties in place my penis betrayed me. It twitched and became semi-erect.
Danny was watching my every move; he suddenly pressed his open palm to the panties and lightly rubbed my prick. It took two-seconds to achieve a full-blown, raging hard-on.
He chuckled and said, “This is going to be even more fun than I thought.”
I pretended this wasn’t real-it was the only way I could cope with the situation.
“Sweetie, you look so damn sexy and pretty I can’t wait until we get home-open my slacks and take out my cock!”
OH MY GOD-RIGHT HERE AND NOW?
His prick was hard as a rock when I released it from his slacks and shorts. Without a word from him, I took it in my hand and began masturbating him.
“Sweetie,” he said stroking my hair, “…it’s time we took our relationship to the next level…”
He put his finger to my lips; he rubbed his finger back and forth across my lips.
“I’m going to teach you how to suck cock, Sweetie-would you like that? Do you want to suck my cock?”
I couldn’t pretend any longer. I knew he would want me to do this, but now that it was actually happening, I didn’t think I could go thru with it.
Just then Mrs. Nelson walked out of the employee entrance.
“Oh, look, here comes your boss, maybe I’ll honk the car horn and call her over-would you like to say ‘hi’ to her?”
“NOOOO-PLEASE, DARLING, DON’T DO THAT-PLEASE NO—OH-MY-GOD-NO!” I pleaded with him. I certainly didn’t want my boss seeing me almost naked, wearing only the panties I’d stolen from work.
I couldn’t believe it-he was actually going to honk the horn. I stopped his hand in motion.
My heart was pounding. My body was shaking. I knew there was only one thing I could say and do to stop him from completely ruining my life.
“P-Please, Darling,” I said, staring into his eyes, “I want to suck your cock-please teach me how to suck your cock-PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK!!”
His eyes glanced downward at his erection and he said, “Well, then…”
I could have sworn the last thing I saw as I lowered my head was Mrs. Nelson smiling in the direction of our car.
I was gasping for air as I pressed my face to his crotch and lapped-up the semen that had escaped my mouth. Several strands of his pubic hair were caught between my teeth; I felt his wetness on my cheeks as my tongue busied itself with the task of cleaning him.
“Sweetheart,” I heard him say above me, “…you won’t have to do this once you learn how to swallow all of it.”
I was dazed; the fog refused to lift from my mind. His hand was still on my panty-covered prick and I knew it had to be soaked with my semen. With very little effort, he had made me cum in my panties.
“Sweetie, clean my hand,” he said.
I raised my head and saw his glistening hand before my face. I did as I was told. In the haze of my mind, I noted subtle differences between his taste and mine.
“For such tiny balls, they sure produce an impressive amount of cum,” he remarked.
When he was satisfied with my efforts, he patted my head and I sat upright beside him.
He surprised me when he kissed my lips; they were still wet with our shared cum.
He smiled and said, “For being your first time-that was damn good!”
I blushed.
Then he added: “That was your first time sucking cock, right?”
My face turned an even deeper red. His question angered me. How dare he accuse me of being a cocksucker!
I nodded my head.
“Sweetie, you must learn how to answer my questions with complete sentences…let’s try again: that was your first time sucking cock, right?”
I began to talk, but he stopped me.
“Sweetie, always look into my eyes when we’re speaking-now begin again.”
“I-uh, yes, Darling,” I said staring into his steely-hard gaze, “…that was my first time sucking cock.”
“Good boy,” he said. “You had one helluva an orgasm…you must have loved sucking my cock, is that right?”
My throat became dry and I coughed and swallowed some saliva. There was no escaping this; he was going to make me say what he wanted to hear.
“Y-Yes, Darling,” I said, holding his gaze, “…I loved sucking your cock.”
“…and swallowing my cum?”
Oh God, how could I ever say this out loud and still live with myself?
Thru watery eyes I said, “Yes, Darling, I loved sucking your cock and swallowing your cum.”
“Good boy,” he said.
He turned the ignition and started the car.
“D-Darling, may I please hold your balls?” I sheepishly asked him even though I knew he expected me to ask.
“I have a better idea,” he said with a gleam in his eyes. “Sweetie, rest your head in my lap and take my penis in your mouth…I want you to get used to it being in your mouth…and of course, hold my balls, too!”
Huh? What? Is he serious? Oh my God! I lowered my head to his crotch one more time.
“That’s it-good boy! Take as much in your mouth as you can-oh, yes, that’s good-very nice…be very careful with your teeth, Sweetie,” he said and patted me on the head.
“Oh, and Sweetie?” he said.
“Ummm?” I responded.
“Grip my penis with your lips, and always—ALWAYS-keep your tongue on it, okay?”
“Ummmm…” I replied.
What was the purpose of making me do this other than to totally humiliate me and prove that I, indeed, belonged to him for the three-day weekend?
It didn’t take long for me to realize there is a huge difference in having a hard penis in my mouth and a flaccid one.
When he had me bobbing my head up-and-down his erection, my lips were stretched wide, barely able to keep it in my mouth. I could take his glans, and maybe four-inches of his shaft before my gag reflex kicked-in.
His limp prick felt like a tube of warm cookie dough-soft, and very fragile. My lips wrapped lightly around it, careful not to squeeze to tight in fear of hurting him.
A hard cock is a force of nature-a battering ram; indestructible in its quest for pleasure; relentless in its violent thrusting with the singular goal of coaxing a man’s seed from his balls and discharging it into the orifice of the man’s choosing.
His flaccid penis felt almost nurturing. I was a little boy again sucking my thumb. It gave me a strange sense of safety and security. I hated to admit it, but I began to experience a serene, almost euphoric feeling with his soft penis in my mouth.
He stroked my hair.
“Good boy,” he said softly. “Relax and breathe thru your nose…that’s it…very good…”
Early on, I discovered his penis didn’t taste like anything. It was a lump of human flesh with no flavor or taste. Every now and then, there was a hint of soap, but that was all.
What did surprise me was his smell: A musky, manly smell coming from his crotch; it wasn’t overpowering; but rather, subtle and pleasant, and to both my chagrin and delight, very erotic.
I found myself altering my breathing. After I exhaled thru my nose, I waited a second or two before I inhaled. In this way, I was able to inhale more and more of his addicting aroma.