Cocksucker. I've been called many things in my time, occasionally in anger but often in the heat of lust, but that one is my favorite. Cocksucker. It's just so descriptive, so simple, so accurate. If you've called me that the chances are I've probably sucked you dry. My name is actually Alicia. I suck cocks. I'm an oral woman. I smoke too much, I talk too much and I chew gum too much. I love having something in my mouth. I've both gained and lost relationships because of it. I'm not here to justify my desires or to defend them in any way. I'm just here to tell you about it.
Don't get me wrong, I love all kinds of sex just like everyone else. It's just that I'm fascinated and enchanted by everything there is to sucking cock. Guys seem to like that, at least at first. I don't usually hear a guy complaining when I'm on my knees sucking him off on our first date. It's true, it's just that easy. I'm that easy. Alicia the cocksucker. I should have my own line of T-shirts. I've actually considered having that tattooed on me but I haven't yet gotten up the nerve though I know one day soon I will. Guys have their own agenda. They want to get to know me. They want to see if we're compatible. They want to see if I get along with family and they want their cocks sucked. I've been through relationships before. I know where it's headed so I just focus on what I want and that is that cock in my mouth. Often it leads to no second date. No matter, if that happens then I got what I needed and they got a blowjob. To me, it's win-win. It's not like there is a dearth of guys out there who want to get their dicks sucked.
I'd done things in high school though I just thought what I was doing was normal. It wasn't until college that I noticed that I was different. One of my first relationships was with a guy in college. We were hot and heavy and he loved my mouth in a big way. His name was Mark. I met him at one of those beer filled college parties. He was an athlete, a big hulk of a guy with beautiful black hair and a strong jaw. I actually was at the party with another guy named Jake that I'd just met in class that day. Jake and I were fooling around on the couch. We tried to be somewhat inconspicuous. I was rubbing his cock through his pants and he had his hands down my top. It wasn't like we were the only ones fooling around, there were couples paired off everywhere. Jake was saying how bad he wanted it, I knew. Even then I'd had enough experience to know that I'd have him. I looked around. I pulled him into a hallway. It deadended by the bedrooms. The rooms were occupied. He was frantic. I looked back, people were milling in the distance but other than the residents there was no reason for anyone to come back there. Anyone walking past the hall though could see everything. I didn't care. I pushed him up against the wall. I put my finger over my lips and shushed him. I dropped to my knees. He fumbled to get his youthfully hard cock out of his jeans. I took him in my mouth. Even then I was enthralled by the taste, the smell of cock. Honestly, at the time, I didn't even know if I liked this guy or not or whether I wanted to date him. Still, here I was in the hall, sucking his cock. I was enjoying it and I looked out of the corner of my eye in the mirror behind Jake and I saw someone watching. It was Mark, he'd stopped as he passed by and was watching us. I saw the desire in his eyes. I just smiled and kept sucking. Jake wasn't experienced. This may have even been his first blowjob, he couldn't hold it. He filled my mouth up with his cum. He didn't even bother warning me. No matter, I knew he was ready. He got totally embarrassed when I stood up with a grin and wiped some of his cum off with the back of hand. He saw Mark and he turned bright red and he mumbled something and he ran off back to the party. Mark just stood there with his eyebrow raised as I walked towards him.
"Like what you saw?" I said with a flirty air.
"Hell yeah," he said lustfully.
We ended up back at his place fucking all night long. I don't remember if I ever saw Jake again. I sucked Mark daily, sometimes more than once. He was insatiable at first. I remember that he never called me his girlfriend or introduced me to his family but we spent one memorable semester together.
But as I've learned, that which attracts some people can also be what drives them apart. Mark took advantage of every opportunity I gave him to use my mouth and, on several occasions he even shared my oral services with a couple of his football buddies. He told me he wanted them to be relaxed for their game. He begged me when I first refused. This was still early in my relationship days so I was trying to do the good girl, one man, thing. He was just trying to take advantage of me to get more popular with the in crowd, I can see that now. Eventually, my own lust and nature took over, he needn't have worried. One Friday night before a home game I was in my dorm room with my roommate, Maggie. I got a knock on the door. It was Bo, the running back of the team. I'd finally agreed with Mark to do "something" like that for him. I hadn't expected it to be so soon. Bo was black. He was lean, muscular and quite cute. Maggie was like an old hen, protective, but I convinced her it was ok and to let me "talk to him alone" for a bit. Reluctantly, she left.
Bo had a goofy smile. I had him sit down. I had no idea how to approach this. I knew then that I loved sucking cock but at that time I found it hard to just blurt out, "so, do you want me to suck you off?" I decided to make him do it. Good thing for us Bo didn't bother with subtlety.
"So, Bo...I'm Alicia."
"I know," he smiled, this time with sexual tension.
I put my hand on his knee. "So, how do you know Mark?"
He chuckled at that question. He saved us a lot of time with his answer. "I know him because he said he had some fine fox that would suck my big black dick."
I turned crimson. He took my chin softly in his big hands. "Is he wrong?" He asked gently.
I couldn't look at him. I nodded, no, he wasn't wrong. I melted into his lap. That familiar feeling drove me. I rubbed it through his shorts, he was hard and big, he wasn't fucking lying. I slurped up that fine cock, no more than two minutes after he was in the room I was on my knees worshipping his cock. Two minutes before he didn't even know me, now I was giving him the pleasure of his life. He was hard and thick. I'd like to say that his big black cock was the biggest I've ever had at that it was 12 inches, but no. It was just big and fucking nice and I've had plenty to judge it by. Biggest? No, one of my favorites? Yes. He was far more experienced at this though, he warned me he was cumming. I'm sure it was so I could pull off. There's no way I was going to allow that. I took his load the best I could and tried to catch the rest in my palm. He just grunted approvingly when I licked the remnants off my hand in front of him. Then, just like that he was gone. I remember thinking at the time, "I could get used to this." I was rubbing my pussy sore when Maggie came back. I don't know if she could smell the sex in the room but she didn't bother to ask about it so I assumed she figured it out.
At first Mark was giddy about my performance, which I repeated the next week with another player, this time a thick, white lineman who only lasted a minute. As time went on, however, I found myself building a reputation among the players. I found myself on my knees more often and most of these had no connection to Mark. One day he announced that he wanted me all to himself. I agreed and I asked if it meant we were now exclusive. He wouldn't commit himself. I told him he was crazy, then.
"Cocksucker," he growled through his teeth.
That was the first time I'd been called that. "That's because you are just a dirty cocksucker."
I never saw him again after I walked out on him. Cocksucker I may be but his is one cock I'll never pleasure again, his loss. I learned some things from that experience though. One, my pleasure is up to me and two, sometimes that pleasure can be enhanced by the element of control. When I was sucking off some of the guys on the team, it was extra hot when I felt like I was being made to do it. Even though Mark really wasn't a controlling type, I still felt like that added to the thrill of it. I found out how much more thrilling it could be when someone actually knew what they were doing.
The best thing about college was the eclectic range of people. I met all kinds (no, I didn't suck them all off...yet). One day I met Will. He was one of those eternal students. He was a good ten years older than I was. He had the look of a hippie. He had long hair, which he often wore in a pony tail. My friends and acquaintances thought he looked like Charlie Manson, to me he looked more like Jim Morrison. He was an old soul. He was into jazz, old films and renaissance art. He was also a pervert, a proud one. He was one of those anti-marriage, free sex for all, kind of people. He claimed he had no jealousies or pettiness when it came to sex. He intrigued me, even from the beginning.
Sure, I sucked him off on our first date. He had a delicious taste to his cum, he claimed it was from being a vegan. He fucked me silly from the day he met me. He showed me things, ways to fuck that I'd never even imagined. He made me confess all my secret fantasies to him. He claimed he'd make them all come true. To me, it was all talk, I'd been in relationships before, I knew what the "honeymoon phase" was all about, lust. He was insistent, however. One by one my fantasies fell before him. He arranged a threesome with another woman. He showed me how wonderful anal sex can be. He videotaped our lovemaking (my fantasy, not his, he pixeled out his face). We fucked outdoors, in restaurant bathrooms, pretty much everywhere my mind could fantasize about. There was still one fantasy I'd mentioned that he never seemed to bring up.
The semester was coming to a close. Will was actually going to take the next semester off to "find himself" in Europe. He was planning on touring the countries in a Vespa he planned on buying when he got there. He had great plans. The crazier things sounded, the more excited he was over them. I was happy for him, he was one of those guys whose energy and passion spilled over, and gave you some of it. Still, I was crushed. I thought I'd finally met someone who could handle the real me. I walked around like a zombie for a week after he told me he was leaving. He was well known around campus, the younger students called him their old man. He'd fucked a ton of the coeds too, not that that bothered me. He was like the candyman to them, he had the sex, the drugs they needed. He said goodbye one day and he was gone. I cried, it might've been the last time I cried over a man. He told me as he was leaving that he'd still fulfill all my fantasies. I just shrugged. There still was one. He had a wry smile.
"Don't worry Alicia, my beautiful cocksucker, things work themselves out," he said. That was the first time anyone called me that with respect, though not the last.
Things went on. I graduated, moved to the city. The city was a perfect place for someone like me. I had the ability to have random encounters and still remain lost in the vastness of the anonymity. I got a job, which I promptly lost when the boss caught me sucking off his nephew after hours. The fucked up part was that he pulled me into his office, said he'd think about not saying anything if I sucked him off. So I did but he fired me anyway. Men, I'll never get them. I actually found a better job working behind a bar. Guys never could resist throwing money my way after ogling my tits.
It was there that my desire for being controlled came up again. The owner, a married Greek guy in his fifties found out my weakness. I fucked up on a big tab one day and he called me into his office. It was at a point where I really needed the job and the money. He looked mad. I begged him not to take it out of my pay. I was bluffing, really, I just didn't want him to fire me. He had a look in his eyes that I recognized. He asked me how much I wanted my job. I blurted out that I'd do anything. It only took a knowing nod and a nudge to the floor for me to take out his dick and start sucking. He told me I was a bad girl and this is what bad girls have to do to get out of trouble. As I was wiping his cum off with the back of my hand he warned me that this is what I should expect if I fucked up again. He said it with a knowing wink. After that he made up any excuse to "punish" me. I dug the way he made me do it. I knew that he could fire me at any time, so I had to be there, on my knees, when he insisted. He even did little things like make my job harder, or the tasks more impossible, just so that I would mess up and have to blow him. I loved being made to service his fat cock. One day his wife nearly caught us and soon after I was fired. He had the saddest look in his face when he let me go.
A couple of years passed. One day I opened my door and Will was standing there, smiling. He was back in the country, his semester long hiatus had turned into almost four years. We caught up on things. He wasn't there to rekindle any kind of love thing, he was here only temporarily before his next great adventure. I had also emotionally moved on. Still, seeing him brought back all those sexy memories. It obviously did to him too, we fucked ourselves to sleep that night. He told me he was leaving again soon, as I sucked him off under the breakfast table the next morning. He told he had only one regret. He wouldn't tell me what it was. He told me he'd fix it before he left.
There was a huge yearly end of the semester party at the old school and he planned on going to see his old friends before he went off again. He wanted me to come with him. I couldn't see the thrill of it but he was insistent so I caved. I just couldn't see hanging out with the air headed young bimbos that I remembered from school while horny clueless guys circled around like vultures. I thought back on my days there, however, and remembered the sex I had and it gave me pleasant chills. I hoped that we could just go and hang out and then rush home and fuck our brains out.
This particular bash was orchestrated by the frats and sororities but it included pretty much everyone on campus, the jocks, the popular and even many of the locals. It was legendary. I'd been to a couple of them and never failed to get laid nor failed to witness a number of other people getting laid as well. Still, I didn't put two and two together with Will. I should've expected something from such a clever and devious pervert.
He urged me to wear my tight jean skirt that barely covered my ass. Now, of course you know by now I'm no prude. However, my ass has grown a tad since school, I knew that wearing it would invite leering eyes. He, however, was giddy about the way it looked. He insisted I wear my pink panties that have some frills around the edges. Any movement like a bend, and the bottoms would be clearly visible. I just smirked at him and acted like he was such a child for wanting it, but secretly, seeing him getting worked up about it made me get excited as well. I thought about going braless but he made me wear the matching bra, pink and lacy, inside a white blouse, of whose buttons he had liberally undone. He had me tie the bottom of the shirt together, which bared my toned belly. He grunted his approval and gave me a kiss that made me weak in the knees. He said I was "ready."
We smoked a joint on the way over, he always had the best stuff. I stroked his cock through his jeans on the way over, he was already stiff. I started to lean over to give him some head but he playfully pushed me away. I pouted, he just smiled knowingly. We got to the party, the reefer made us playfully giddy. The party stretched out nearly a city block, it included a frat house, a sorority house and several student rental houses. Will pulled me inside the first house with a boyish grin. At first, I was disappointed that I was right, it looked like just a bunch of air headed girls and barely legal teenage boys oozing their raging hormones. Will didn't seem to mind. They greeted him like he was a god, the presence of his legendary weed not hurting his cause. I saw Will talking to one of the older guys. His name was Chad. I saw them disappear into a back room. The young women at the party oohed and aahed about how fine Chad was and what they wanted to do to him. I could only laugh to myself at how little they probably knew about pleasing a man. I was left there to hear their fantasies and fend off the awkward advances of the young men. Their attempts were pathetic, though it felt good to be desired so much. Their chemical induced lust was starting to rub off on me. I danced with a few of them, each one seemed to be bolder than the last with his hands. Several got good feels of my ass as we danced, the last one got his hand inside my top and got a quick feel of my sheer bra before I playfully pushed his hand away.
I began to wonder where Will had gone. He and Chad had returned, they'd been watching me dance. Will called me over and introduced us. Chad had a perverse grin on his face. Will then dropped the bomb.
"Remember that one fantasy you had?" He asked with a wry smile.
Of course I knew, it drove me over the edge every time I wanted an incredible orgasm. I just nodded weakly, funny that the mention of it filled me with such fear along with the rush.
"Chad here is going to help us with it, aren't you Chad?" Will asked while Chad nodded stupidly.
I blushed. I thought it funny that if he'd just asked me to suck him off I'd have probably done it without hesitation, yet here I was blushing in front of them.
Will's voice brought me back to reality. "So, your number one fantasy, to suck a bunch of cocks..."
My head felt heavy, I could feel myself trembling at hearing it aloud.
"...is going to come true tonight," he said while staring deep into my eyes.
I could only nod. I tried to avoid his gaze, it was powerful, commanding.
"Chad here has a tool for us to use, in order to help us fulfill all aspects of your fantasy." He nudged Chad playfully as he said it. "In return, Chad requires something from you."
I could only stare at them both, my mouth agape. Will was tickled by shock at the whole thing.
Will said, "First, Chad wants his to be the first cock you suck. I thought it only fair, given the help he's going to be." I nodded weakly. "Second, we both want to embarrass you a little, knowing how that gets you weak in the knees." I looked at him questioningly. Will continued, "go back and dance for a minute, this time don't swat away any hands, let's see where it leads."
I nodded glumly and headed back to the swarming cloud of testosterone. I was dancing before I could even think. Sure enough, hands soon found my tits. I didn't resist, though I did try and turn myself so that most couldn't see what was going on. It was no use though, really, it seemed that I was now the center of their attention. I saw disapproving looks from the women. I just closed my eyes. My nipples were sticking out, the resulting effect of being felt up and ogled. I saw Will and Chad smiling. It was having the desired effect.
Suddenly Chad walked to the staircase that led to the bedrooms. He called out in a loud voice, "hey slut," he said coldly, looking directly at me, "come here." He motioned for me. I was frozen in my tracks, the whole crowd in the room seemed to stop. He called for me again, "I said slut, yes you, come on upstairs and suck my dick."
My mouth went dry, my head was spinning but I stumbled towards him as Will stood there beaming. I heard the women spit out epithets as I passed, the men just stood there with their mouths agape. I fell under Chad's arm. He wasn't done.