My first taste of cock (Part 2)
After my first encounter giving 'relief' to my landlord's cock, I was very embarrassed. I had willingly sucked him and eagerly swallowed his ejaculate, even prolonging the event by suckling his spent cock. And he watched me do it. As he got dressed, he said, 'That wasn't so bad, was it.?' I just avoided looking at him by gazing out the window. After he left, I was so turned on by what I did I jacked off all over my floor. I had sucked my creepy landlord's genitals and had actually liked it. What if he wants more? What if he wants to fuck me?
I replayed the whole event in my mind, and I must admit, I wanted it to happen again. I liked pleasing him. I liked the taste of his manhood, the feel of his hardness invading my wet mouth.
A couple days later, I saw him in the hallway, and he said he wanted to come by after 5pm. I nodded in the affirmative and he grabbed his crotch and smiled. I looked down and gave him a weak smile in return.
He showed up a little early and I let him in. He asked if I had a beer and I gave him one. He smelled pretty rank. It was hot out and he was working outside. I watched him earlier, looking out my window, thinking that I would be on my knees for him later.
He undressed except for his white briefs, which he wanted me to take off. I massaged his growing bulge, teasing him while he was still confined in his underwear. He had a very musky smell, which excited me. I pulled down the fabric and his cock sprung up and touched my chin again. I liked that and I held his shaft and looked at the pee hole and gave it a long, wet kiss. The precum stringing down to my chin. I kissed it some more and swirled my tongue around the mushroom head. He was so in need of a shower, but my tongue was bathing him now. He plopped down on the recliner and spread his hairy legs wide, and I dove in to give his nut sack a good tongue bath. He moaned and said, 'Oh yeah, suck my balls you bitch' and I was gone. I was overwhelmed with the need to please him and hear him moaning. I swallowed his filthy ball sweat with glee. I loved the smell and taste.
It went on and on until he again erupted with his hot sperm into my waiting and wanting mouth. I was his whore. My mouth a pussy for him. I opened my mouth wide for him like a woman spreading her legs.
He had me. He knew it and so did I. The more I pleasured him, the hornier he got. Sometimes he would come to my apartment in the early morning hours while I was still asleep. He would use his key to enter, and I would be woken by him slapping my face with his large flaccid cock. He would tea bag my face and I would dutifully bathe his nut sac with my tongue, getting him hard and ready to fuck my mouth. I was getting accustomed to his size and could take him deep into my throat. Sometimes he would give me a facial during these early morning meetings, rubbing his cum all over my face with his cock. I would lick him clean, he would dress and leave while I went back to sleep, letting his seed dry on my face. I never refused him.
I replayed the whole event in my mind, and I must admit, I wanted it to happen again. I liked pleasing him. I liked the taste of his manhood, the feel of his hardness invading my wet mouth.
A couple days later, I saw him in the hallway, and he said he wanted to come by after 5pm. I nodded in the affirmative and he grabbed his crotch and smiled. I looked down and gave him a weak smile in return.
He showed up a little early and I let him in. He asked if I had a beer and I gave him one. He smelled pretty rank. It was hot out and he was working outside. I watched him earlier, looking out my window, thinking that I would be on my knees for him later.
He undressed except for his white briefs, which he wanted me to take off. I massaged his growing bulge, teasing him while he was still confined in his underwear. He had a very musky smell, which excited me. I pulled down the fabric and his cock sprung up and touched my chin again. I liked that and I held his shaft and looked at the pee hole and gave it a long, wet kiss. The precum stringing down to my chin. I kissed it some more and swirled my tongue around the mushroom head. He was so in need of a shower, but my tongue was bathing him now. He plopped down on the recliner and spread his hairy legs wide, and I dove in to give his nut sack a good tongue bath. He moaned and said, 'Oh yeah, suck my balls you bitch' and I was gone. I was overwhelmed with the need to please him and hear him moaning. I swallowed his filthy ball sweat with glee. I loved the smell and taste.
It went on and on until he again erupted with his hot sperm into my waiting and wanting mouth. I was his whore. My mouth a pussy for him. I opened my mouth wide for him like a woman spreading her legs.
He had me. He knew it and so did I. The more I pleasured him, the hornier he got. Sometimes he would come to my apartment in the early morning hours while I was still asleep. He would use his key to enter, and I would be woken by him slapping my face with his large flaccid cock. He would tea bag my face and I would dutifully bathe his nut sac with my tongue, getting him hard and ready to fuck my mouth. I was getting accustomed to his size and could take him deep into my throat. Sometimes he would give me a facial during these early morning meetings, rubbing his cum all over my face with his cock. I would lick him clean, he would dress and leave while I went back to sleep, letting his seed dry on my face. I never refused him.
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