I choked, gagging again, tears running down my cheeks. He held me there for a moment, moving against my face. The thick knob of his dick cut off my air, corking my throat. Then, slowly he began to slip back out, pulling my hair as he did so, forcing me to look up at him. The message was clear. I was there for his pleasure, my mouth was his to use as he pleased, and even my breathing was to be done only with his permission. He pulled all the way out of my mouth and I dropped my hands from his hips to capture his spit-drenched cock, rubbing it all over my face, coating myself with his cock juice and my own saliva.
Then he let me push it back into my mouth. I welcomed it with a small moan, sucking it hard, pushing my lips down the thick stalk. Juice dribbled onto my tongue as his cock slid over it, the heavy taste filling my brain. As his fat cockhead again squeezed into my throat I swallowed around it, thrilling to the sound of his groaning pleasure, welcoming the pain as his zipper scrapped my chin when he ground himself against my face. He set up a rhythm, using my hair to move my mouth back and forth, up and down on his demanding cock, ramming it deep into my throat, then pulling back to let me suck on the head, watching as my tongue laved his pulsating knob.
I had long ago forgotten where I was. Nothing mattered now, nothing but the cock in my mouth. I bobbed and twisted my head, thrilled to the strong, painful grip of his hands, and most of all reveled in the hot, stroking taste of his prick. It bucked and twitched inside my sucking mouth, sluicing back and forth, squeezing deliciously between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Pulsating waves of pleasure radiated out from it like water off the bow of a speeding ship. In a daze of rapture I clung like a leech to the plunging pole, ravenous for more and still more.
His fingers tightened in my hair. He held me in place as his cock seemed to swell even more, and then, with a moan, he exploded in my mouth. Semen gushed from his erupting cock, splattering against the back of my throat, flooding over my tongue. I choked, gasping for air, then, my breath whistling in my nostrils, I swallowed, gulping his pungent cum. Again and again he filled my mouth with his sperm, and I drank it with a wild exaltation, savoring the tangy taste.
Slowly the wild jerking and spurting ebbed. The thick gushing flow fell off to a dribble and I sucked hard for the last few drops. He pushed me away, holding me by the hair with one hand while with the other he milked his shrinking cock. A thick drop of semen appeared at the opening of his pisshole, and he relaxed his grip. Without hesitation, I leaned forward, my tongue snaking out to lap up the glistening glob. He pulled me back again and milked out another, and then another. Each time, eagerly cooperating in my own degradation, I lapped it off the head of his dick, cooing as I savored each drop.
I don’t know when I realized that the other customer was now standing next to us, watching me lick cum off the store clerk’s softening cock. It didn’t matter. As long as the drops of cum kept appearing, as long as I was allowed to lick them up, I was helpless to stop. I even derived a strange joy out of displaying my new-born thirst for cum, a thirst I knew would be with me for the rest of my life. Finally, when his fingers could coax no more from his empty balls, the clerk twisted my face into the other man’s crotch.
He already had his cock out, and I took it, something deep within me responding to being forced to suck a second cock. This second man was different. He made me do it all, only moving his hips in a very slight back and forth motion as my lips sucked up and down his shaft. It was good, but I found myself missing the violence of the first man. It also didn’t last as long this time. It took just a few minutes of sucking and tonguing before his cock went off, spewing another load down my throat. When he finished, he wiped his dick in my face, then, without a word to either the clerk or me, fled the store.
Still on my knees, I looked at the clerk, who by now had returned to his chair behind the counter. “Get your self off,” he said. I just stared, his words barely penetrating the haze that seemed to envelope me. “Jerk off, bitch,” he said, louder.
I never took my eyes from him as I obeyed. My cock throbbed in my hand, cumming almost before I could complete the first stroke. Bitch. He’d called me “bitch.” My spend splattered out onto the floor while I shook and sobbed with pleasure.
“Now get out,” he said. “But I want you back here at three o’clock. Understand?”
I stood up. My knees were filthy. Anyone taking one glance at me would know what I had been doing. A flush burned across my face. “I….I don’t know if I can…I…”
He laughed. “Don’t give me that shit. You’ll be here. I just let you cum, so you’re feeling ashamed, but you’ll be here…even if you have to crawl.” A grin spread over his face. “And who knows,” he added, “I just might make you crawl.”
His laughter was still ringing in my ears when I stumbled out to my car. I was crying as I drove away. I knew he was right…I would be here at three o’clock…and I’d do anything he told me to do…
To Be Continued…