I NEED COCK!

The waves of orgasm continue to course through my body as I continue to lay in a fetal position. The ebb and flow of intense pleasure slowly wanes as it goes back out to sea. My eyes remain focused on the glistening cock still waggling through the glory hole, beckoning me back to it. The mere sight of it causes my pussy to quiver with the recollection of what had just transpired. My eyes continue to focus on the cock as everything else surrounding the inviting appendage begins to blur into an indistinguishable gray haze.

“Come on honey! Be a good little cock whore and clean this bad boy up!” The words echo in the tiled cubicle, slowly reverberating and sinking deep into my brain and imprinting upon my soul. I AM a cock whore. I AM a good little cock whore. I NEED to clean the bad boy up. I MUST OBEY! I MUST SUBMIT! I MUST suck that cock clean!

With what little energy I can muster, I manage to my knees and place my dry, parched lips against the glistening plastic tip, smearing the coating as if it was lipstick. With practiced ease, my mouth parts and envelops the mighty shaft in one fluid stroke, slowly burying its length deep into my throat. My throat muscles kick in and caress its length, suckling the tart remnants into my stomach. My hunger continues to grow as I thoroughly clean every last inch of hard plastic until it now shines with my saliva.

MORE COCK! I NEED more cock! I MUST HAVE more cock! My mind is consumed by the thought of more cock as my stomach growls in continued, unfed, hunger.

With no options currently available, and the hard, fake phallus being pulled back through the hole, I’m **** to redress with the clothes folded upon the back of the toilet, though I don’t bother buttoning up the blouse. My vision remains blurred, eyes in search of COCK!

I step out of the stall and make brief eye contact with the voluptuous raven-haired bombshell that was occupying the other stall. My eyes fixate on the dildo she is tucking away into her purse. “Well that was fun!,” she snickers as she saunters out of the room.

I follow her lead back toward the bar and spot Tiffany heading towards the exit, her right hand seemingly attached to Mark’s crotch, and his hand to her ass. We make eye contact and she calls out, “I told you that if you didn’t do something, I would!” A coy smile and a flip of her hair, Tiffany spins away and disappears out into the street with Mark in tow.

My mind goes blank as I trail behind like a lost puppy. Though I walk with purpose through the darkened streets, I think of nothing, other than the need to satisfy my need for cock. The evening chill tickles my exposed flesh, hardening my nipples, forcing me to caress and maul my tender breasts as I continue to walk through the darkness, without care of being seen. Tending to my aching breasts is the only distraction to my hunger for cock. My level of arousal continues to climb as I consider toying with my clit while I walk the remaining two blocks to my house, yet I refrain.

Finally, reaching the sanctity of home, still without any thought other than cock, I climb into my car and fetch the keys from my tiny clutch purse. I start the car and begin the drive out of the neighborhood. The air in the car is stifling as beads of sweat begin forming on my flesh. I roll down the windows to let the heat out, and to let the crisp, cool breeze kiss my flesh. Unable to fan the rising flames, I shuck free from the blouse and hang it out the window, letting it slip from my grip one finger at a time until it floats helplessly away into the blackness I leave behind. Still not satisfied, I free my breasts from their confines and dispose of the undergarment in the same manner, driving through the night with the cool breeze now washing over my naked torso.