White Cocksucker


I moaned my answer.

"Use words, cocksucker, I want to hear you tell me," he ordered.

Taking his cock out of my mouth, just long enough to answer, I replied, "I love it."

I instantly took his cock, glistening in my saliva, back into my mouth as he said, "Be more descriptive cocksucker, convince me you deserve the privilege of sucking my cock."

The word 'privilege' just added to the absurdity, yet in reality I would say anything he wanted now to get his cock back in my mouth. I was addicted already and my mouth seemed empty without his juicy meat between my lips. I replied, my tone pleading and submissive, "I love your big black cock in my mouth it is so juicy."

"Juicy?" He roared. "That is a new one. You really did just need a little push to cross the line, didn't you?"

"I guess," I replied, as I took his cock back in my mouth.

"You guess," he said annoyed, pulling his cock out of the hole.

I stammered, panicking as he moved away, "S-s-sorry, I mean yes."

"Do you still want my cock?" He asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"How bad?" He asked.

"More than anything," I admitted, desperate to get back in his good graces, to get his big cock back in my mouth.

"Crawl under the stall and join me," he ordered.

I didn't even hesitate, understanding any sense of trepidation may hinder my chances of having his juicy member back in my mouth. I pulled up my pants, not yet having finished the task I had originally come in here to do and crawled under the stall wall. It was a tight fit and must have looked hilarious or pathetic or probably both doing so. In the stall with him, he looked down at me and said, "Are you my cocksucker?"

"Yes, sir," I nodded, his cock looking even juicier in its entirety.

"Beg to be my cocksucker, Jim," he ordered.

Hearing him use my name added another dimension to my submission, as he traced my lips with his cock head.

"Sir, please let me be your cocksucker and take your big, hard, juicy black snake between my lips," I said, the words out of my mouth seeming so distant from the real me.

"I expect my cocksuckers to be very obedient," Doug said, as he stroked his cock with his hand.

"Yes, sir, I will be a good cocksucker," I replied, my eyes never leaving his massive missile.

He pulled out his phone and said, "Get to sucking, cocksucker."

The thought of him taking a picture or a video of me sucking his cock frightened me, yet my hunger to have his cock in my mouth overrode common sense or the fear of what he may do with such pictures or video. So I opened my mouth and took his cock back in my mouth.

"Good boy," he purred, as I bobbed eagerly up and down on his cock. "You look so pretty with a cock in your mouth. This will be a very good video my straight cocksucker's first cock."

The derogatory compliment meant to humiliate somehow turned me on more, my own cock stiff and begging for attention, allowing the reality of me being filmed to seem irrelevant. I wanted to be a good cocksucker, a good boy.

"I expect you to practice until you can get all nine inches in that pretty mouth of yours," he continued, the thought seemingly impossible, yet a challenge I revelled in. I loved making the impossible possible, thus why I was so good at my job.

In response, I sucked faster, always being the kind of guy who wanted to be the best. I continued bobbing back and forth, slowly swallowing more and more of his cock. A couple more minutes of concentrated cock sucking and he asked, "Do you want my cum, my straight cocksucker?"

I moaned on his cock, the thought of tasting his cum somehow a turn-on, knowing it would be my mouth that got him off.

He pulled out and explained, as he stroked his beautiful cock, "Once you swallow my load you become mine. That means if I text you to meet me somewhere you obey, if I show up at your office to dump a load in your mouth, you obey. Over time I will train your ass for my cock, as all cocksuckers should also be willing to have their man-pussy fucked."

My mouth was open waiting to catch his cum as I listened to the extreme expectations. I never planned to obey them, never planned to have my 'man-pussy' used, I just wanted to taste his cum, to finish what I started, to have his cock back in my mouth, as I replied. "I understand, sir."

"Good boy," he purred, as he slid his cock back into my mouth and began pumping his cock harder into my mouth, literally fucking my face.

I just focused on not gagging and after only a few more strokes, he grunted, "Here it comes cocksucker."

Seconds later, I felt the first shot fill my mouth and eagerly I swallowed as more and more continued to shoot out of Doug's cock. I don't know what I expected cum to taste like, but it was nothing I could have imagined. It was almost tasteless, yet slightly bitter, warmer than I expected and gooey. Yet, as soon as his load had been deposited in me, shot down my throat and into my belly, I wanted more. I couldn't explain it, but I craved more.

Pulling out of my mouth, he said, his phone still out, "Tell me your phone number, cocksucker."

I gave it to him, knowing I should lie and never come back here, yet knowing I would be back again and again.

"Tell me where you work," he ordered.

I again gave him too much information, putting my marriage and career at risk for black cock.

"You work close to me," he said.

"Where do you work?" I asked, still on my knees, as he put his phone in his shirt pocket.

"The Eggerton building," he said.

That was a building across the street from me.

"You already want more, don't you?" He asked, as if able to read my mind.

"Yes, sir," I admitted, still staring at his still semi-erect cock.

"I could come by your work sometime today to deposit a load if you like," he offered as casually as if he were offering to drop off a coffee.

I knew I should say no, yet my mouth already watered at the thought of his cock back in it. I answered like a cum-hungry slut, "I would love that."

"I bet you would," he replied as he pulled up his pants his beautiful cock disappearing from view. "See you soon, my straight cocksucker."

"Yes, sir," I replied back absurdly.

He patted my head, opened the stall and left me there with my head spinning in different directions. Did I just ask him to come to my work and deposit a load? Did I give him my cell number? Had I actually crawl under a bathroom stall to suck his cock? Obviously, the answer to all these were yes and even though I was mortified by my conduct, my weakness, I couldn't deny I wanted more.

I was brought back to reality when I heard a voice ask, "Are you going to blow me or what?"

Looking up, I saw another black cock, this one smaller but still much bigger than mine, poking through a hole.

I should be getting to work my brain said, yet my body was already moving towards yet another juicy black cock.

One quick come and go I said to myself as I opened my mouth and took another black cock in my mouth.

I wasn't gay; I was just a white cocksucker.

The End

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