A New Cock Is Waiting

I rise to eye level with it, twisting my head around to consider it from each angle before diving in. Wondering whether the experience I've had over the last few days qualifies me as an expert in cocksucking.

No, I haven't got my ten thousand hours yet.

His cock is long, maybe the longest I've had yet. Not thick, thin and bending slightly to the right.

But the head of him has this obscene bulge, it's so engorged it's nearly purple and straining. Full balls hanging and twitching beneath a wiry bed of pubic hair and the shaft of him bulging with veins that almost makes it look painful to behold.

Like he needs relief. Relief that I am only too ready to give.

When I wrap my fingers around him they easily close around it and he sighs with relief instantly as I slide around, facing him and pressing my lips against his head a moment later. I kiss him slowly, again and again on that bulging head as I linger and take my time with it, slowly stroking up and down before parting my lips to let my tongue play out against him.

I lather him with it, rolling around his head and soothing his eager throb. I slide under to tongue his frenulum and he twtiches, a drop of his seed spreading out from his head and dribbling down onto my tongue as I press it against his skin, letting the salt of it play against my tastebuds.

Sliding up and tonguing the hole of him. Slipping around the top and rolling around and around in circles, pushing around to more and more of him with each lick. Until I've covered all of the head of him, making sure not to miss a single bit of it. Moaning when I close my lips around him and hollow out my cheeks in a long and lingering suck.

Bringing my hand up I press it against my lips and squeeze, pushing even more of his precum out to coat my mouth. It seems like it's everywhere and my mouth goes almost numb from the taste of it, just a flurry of salt that evaporates everything else and beneath it all I can feel the pounding of his heart as he waits for more.

My other hand reaches for the base of him, pausing to momentarily massage his balls before gripping around his shaft and stroking up to meet my first hand. I stroke him over and again, long and lingering and deliberate.

Pushing or pulling, I know not which, as I take him by degrees. As I take my time swallowing more and more of his cock, keeping my hand tight around his shaft and keeping him inside of me at all times as I suck and I moan and I give myself over to this.

I love it. Eyes going glassy from the sensation and all worries that I'm not as beautiful as Rachel melting away while I fixate my attention on the cock that I'm satisfying.

He doesn't give a damn that I'm not as hot as her. Hell, he doesn't give a damn what I look like at all because he can't see me, the anonymity of the wall meaning that I could be anyone on this side.

He can make me anyone he wants. He can imagine anyone he wants. Conjuring up any fantasy droll or dirty, turning me into a whore and a slut and reducing me to nothing more than a mouth bent to satisfaction for him. A hole ready to be used, ready to be filled up by gallons of his seed that I will greedily gulp down before turning to the next one.

Join my Patreon for only $3 a month and get early access to new chapters and over a years worth of exclusive content. https://www.patreon.com/SophiePert