The teenager obeyed and soon I was making porn star like slobbering sounds as my mouth was fucked roughly.
“Shit, the faggot doesn’t gag at all,” Carrie said in awe, clearly not able herself to do what I was doing.
“Maybe I’ll have him teach you,” he groaned.
“Maybe you can fuck his cunt instead of mine,” she countered.
My eyes wet wide. I was a cocksucker yes, but I didn’t do anal.
“Does cocksucker give up his ass too?” she asked.
I couldn’t answer though as my mouth was full of cock and he wasn’t slowing down.
“Here it comes,” he declared a moment later before depositing his heavy load in my mouth.
I swallowed his load even as he continued fucking my face.
“You take it all too,” Carrie said, shocked. “You really are a much better cocksucker than me.” She let go of my head and a few seconds later the teen pulled his cock out.
He pulled up his pants and asked, “Want to eat my girlfriend’s cunt?”
The offer shocked me. She was hot and young, and yet the thought of eating another woman’s pussy felt like cheating…while as I already mentioned sucking cock didn’t to me. That said, I didn’t want to offend the pretty girl.
She hiked up her skirt, sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs, as she asked, looking super sexy, “What do you think cocksucker? Are you a cunt licker too?”
I stammered, the teenager’s cunt only hidden by her red thong, “I-I-I don’t eat pussy.”
She laughed, “You must be one great husband.”
I just wanted them to leave, this easily being the most humiliating evening of my life…even though it was oddly the most exciting as well.
“Last chance to munch on teen cunt,” the guy said.
“I’d love to,” I said, “but oddly I feel like that is cheating.”
“And sucking my boyfriend’s cock wasn’t?” She asked, pulling her thong to the side to show me her completely shaved cunt, unlike my wife’s hairy hole.
I explained, “Right, because my wife doesn’t have a cock.”
“Fucking hilarious,” he laughed, “a married cocksucker with morals.”
“So you will suck cock but not eat cunt?” She asked, clearly amused as her finger slid inside her pussy.
“Yes,” I admitted, my face burning in shame, even as I watched her finger herself.
She moaned, “Last chance for some teen pussy, cocksucker.”
Although it was tempting, having never licked a shaved pussy, I couldn’t cheat on my wife.
When I didn’t move, she shrugged and said, “Whatever, cocksucker. I never planned to actually let you eat me anyway.”
The guy laughed, “Let’s leave the cocksucker to jerk off or whatever faggots do to get off.”
“Sure, baby,” she said, standing up, bending in front of me and shoving her finger in my mouth. “Just so you know what you could have tasted.”
Her taste was surprisingly sweet, unlike my wife’s fishlike taste. Just as quickly as her fingers were in my mouth, they were gone.
Both laughed as they walked out of my room, leaving me alone.
I stood up, went to the door and locked it, deciding I was done for the evening and maybe forever.
Suddenly exhausted, I went to my bed and saw I had three new messages. Two were from Zack and the other was from the guy I sucked upstairs.
I clicked on Zack’s:
Cocksucker
I hope you enjoyed the gift I sent you. It should help kill the time until I come over around 2am.
I sighed as I looked at the clock, it was just after midnight.
I clicked on the other message from Zack:
Do you want my cock again? I need to know if I should bother coming over and giving you another load.
I sighed. I had just decided that I was done, I couldn’t handle anymore humiliation tonight, yet suddenly I wasn’t so sure.
I loved his cock and loved his dominant persona. For him, I wanted to be a faggot, an obedient cocksucker.
I took a deep breath and responded:
Hi sir,
Yes, I’d love to serve you again.
Cocksucker
After I hit send, I instantly regretted it, knowing it was almost two hours away and I was completely wiped.
I clicked on the other message:
Thanks for the blow job, I forgot how good it could feel.
I responded back:
Are you still staying here tomorrow? I’d love to blow you again.
After clicking send, I shook my head. I definitely had an addiction problem. I couldn’t say no to cock.
I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I was jarred awake by knocking on my door.
Groggily, I glanced at the clock and saw it was 2:25. I got up and went to the door. I peeked through the keyhole to see an annoyed looking Zack.
I opened the door and said, “Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”
“Oh, I know just how to wake you up,” he smirked, walking past me and into my room.
I closed the door and followed him in, trying to wake up.
“Knees, cocksucker,” he ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed.
As usual, I obeyed, dropping to my knees in front of him.
“Still hungry?” He asked.
“Yes,” I admitted, my mouth instantly watering, my addiction overwhelming me.
“I hear you suck cock but not pussy,” he said, pulling his pants down and off.
“Yes,” I nodded, too tired to be embarrassed.
“So you only do things that you can’t do with your wife?” He asked, to clarify, pulling his underwear down to reveal his nice long cock.
“Yes,” I again answered, no longer trying to explain, just wanting to suck.
“Get naked,” he ordered.
“I’d rather not,” I replied, reaching for his cock.
“If you want this cock again, you will get naked now,” he firmly instructed, moving his cock away from my hungry lips.
As this night had already proved, I would do anything for cock, especially his cock, and so I stood up and got undressed.
“Good, cocksucker,” he smirked, as I again obeyed.
Once I was naked, he ordered, “Back on your knees.”
I quickly obeyed, sensing I was soon going to have his delicious cock back in my mouth.
“Go ahead cocksucker, you look like you’re starving,” he said.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned forward and took his cock back in my mouth.
“Get it nice and hard,” he groaned.
It was already semi-erect and it didn’t take long to have it fully hard.
“So just to clarify, you only do things you can’t do with your wife?” He asked, a couple of minutes into the cocksucking.
“Yes,” I replied, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“And you love my cock, don’t you?” He smirked, looking down at me.
“Yes,” I again admitted.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I did, curious how he planned to use my mouth after the unique upside down thing last time.
He surprised me, pushing me to the bed, and bending me over. I stammered, “W-w-what are you doing?”
“Keeping to your values,” he chuckled, as he moved behind me.
“Please, not my ass,” I begged, quickly understanding his intentions.
His cock poked between my ass cheeks. He said, “Your wife can’t do this to you. Although, I suppose she could fuck you with a strap-on, you’d probably like that.”
Honestly, I had fantasized about that. Although I had never been ass fucked, I had experimented with a variety of anal toys and wondered what it would be like to be pegged by my wife.
“Don’t move, I’m going to grab the lube from my jean pockets. I think you’ll enjoy it much better that way,” he instructed.
Oddly, I didn’t move. I remained bent over. I didn’t want to be ass fucked, yet I couldn’t move, somehow feeling I must obey.