I Blow Him Under The Counter

I unzipped his pants as quietly as I could. His monster swelled beneath his boxers, and saliva flooded my mouth.

When I pulled down his waistband, his cock sprang free, smacking me in the face. I giggled. His raw, sexual power was the match that set my whole body ablaze.

I was going to enjoy this.

I lavished his shaft with kisses, leaving behind bright red lipstick stains. My tongue swirled around his head. He let go of me and nodded.

“You’re gonna be down there a while, bitch. You better worship every inch.”

How could I not? There was so much of it, and it all deserved my appreciation.

I licked him up and down, coating every inch with my eager saliva. Oblivious conversations between customers went on. No one knew of the debauchery happening just feet away.

I suckled on his balls. Soft and warm, I rolled each of them around in my mouth. His dominant musk permeated the little cubby I was stuffed into. It made my brain fuzzy; it made serving him seem natural.

Why did attending to his every whim, obeying his every command, feel so right? He’d spent the last four years giving me countless bruises, dealing endless humiliations, and handing out immense misery.

So why did sucking him off please me so much when it should’ve completely disgusted me?

I looked up to see him tapping at his phone, ignoring me completely. When he saw that I was distracted, he put a hand on the back of my head to **** me to take more of his dick, which I gladly did, then he returned to whatever he was doing.

My heart fluttered: even his indifference turned me on.

The question faded from mind as I fell into the pleasurable haze of cock worship. My pussy dripped steadily onto the floor, but I was in no hurry to cum. I was right where I belonged.

After five minutes or an eternity, I couldn’t tell which, footsteps approaching the counter shook me from my reverie.

“I’m looking for this new biography about George Washington. Do you know if you guys have it yet?”

I watched Dante stroke his chin, “A biography, huh?”

He glanced down at me: he had no idea where anything was.

With my mouth full of dick, I pointed to the far left corner of the store.

“If we have it, it would be–” he paused as I **** another two inches of him down my throat. “–It’d be over there by the window.”

As the man retreated, Dante grabbed the back of my head and pushed the rest of his dick into me. My chin rested against his balls as my tongue went into overdrive, lapping at his shaft.

Spurts of warm cum landed in my throat. I held onto him with all my might as my cunt set itself on fire. I swallowed it all, my belly filling with his seed.

Dante sighed hoarsely, the first sound he’d made the whole time to acknowledge my efforts.

His dick softened, but I didn’t let up. I sucked until every last drop made it to my belly. Not because I wanted to please him, though there was that, but because I couldn’t bear missing a single taste of his jizz.

He pressed a palm to my forehead until his cock slid out of my esophagus. It felt like saying goodbye to an old friend: I would miss it. A strand of my saliva stretched from its tip to my mouth.

I looked up at him, smiling, my hands on his knees, hoping he would notice me.

He didn’t even spare me a glance. The movie on his phone was more important to him.

The puddle between my legs widened.

Without looking, he mashed my face back into his ball sack. I nursed it greedily, relishing in the opportunity to get his next load ready.