A momentary pause

As Tom traced a manicured finger along Sarah's cock, he began to breathe heavy and a bead of sweat formed on his forehead. His delicate nature thought the sweat was very unladylike so he gracefully wiped it away with the back of his dainty head. In so, he mopped a bit of Sarah's cum away.

Tom's face pale and his hand recoiled.

"I'm not gay," he said in a slightly deeper tone.

Sarah wagged her hard cock. "Are you sure?"

Tom's mind struggled. He knew he was a straight married man. He tried to assert himself. He tried to think of anything sports related.

His eyes widened as he looked at the lingerie he was wearing.

He gazed at his delicate hands with polished fingernails.

He felt his own cock. It used to be a respectable length and girth. Now he could only describe it as "dainty." Suddenly images of keeping it locked up in chastity invaded his thoughts. He was trying to resist newfound desires and urges.

Sarah purred, "Are you sure you're not gay? Wouldn't a gay man have a wife with a cock? What do you think of my cock?"

Something deep within Tom's mind snapped. Any resistance evaporated. He embraced these desires and urges as he dropped to his knees.

"It's gorgeous!" he lisped as he inhaled the hard pink cock.

His mouth engulfed it at first. His tongue hugged its rigid shaft. He sucked. He **** more and more into his mouth. His mind exploded with lust.

All he could think about was cock. All he wanted was cock. His mind and soul immersed itself with the acceptance of being a cock slut. AND HE LOVED IT!

He pulled back and admired the stiff dick wavering before him. He didn't care who it belinged to. It was a big, hard cock. That's all that mattered.

False memories of sucking cocks and fucking cocks filled his mind. As if to respond, his ass became a little wider. His anal love tunnel (which is how he thought of his asshole now) lubricated and stretched.

His hand wrapped around the shaft before him. The fingers on his other hand cradled the smooth balls that attached underneath. He leaned in and kissed the bulbous head, making it harder.

Tom ran his tongue along the veiny shaft. He slid his lips over the cock. His tongue danced on the cockhead. He started to jerked off Sarah as he continued to suck. He wanted cum in his mouth. His newfound cocksucking skills made it difficult for Sarah to maintain control. She was still relatively new to owning a cock and enraptured with the pleasure of cumming.

Tom's head bobbed back and forth on the cock. His fingers massaged Sarah's balls. This was a new intense pleasurable sensation for Sarah.

Cum erupted out of her cock.

Tom drank every drop of the salty white nectar. He sucked and sucked to nurse every bit out of that cock. He grabbed Sarah's ass cheeks and shoved the cock deeper down his throat. He swallowed every droplet to keep it from dribbling out his mouth.

Drained, Sarah's cock went limp and her whole body followed. Her cock plopped out of Tom's wanting mouth. She dropped to her knees and fainted.

Tom was still horny. He was a cockslut and he needed more cock. He looked along.

A couple of minutes later, Sarah's eyes fluttered opened.

"Tom? Tom, help me up," she sighed.

No answer.

She looked around. She was alone. The bedroom door was wide open. She knew Tom left and was on the prowl for more cock. She had to find him. She wanted to be the first to take his anal virginity.