I do more than just touch

I slowly stepped in front of Mr. Smith and sunk down to my knees. He just looked at me, studying me. I just looked at his cock, and I had the feeling his cock was looking back at me.

“Do you still want to touch it?” He raised an eyebrow.

I opened my mouth to answer, but stopped to think. “Yes sir, I want to touch your cock. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” As I was talking I reached out slowly, my white fingers extending delicately to grasp his monster cock. “I just want to…” I trailed off no longer paying attention to Mr. Smith. I just barely rapped my hand around the full girth of his cock. I could feel the steading surging of bleed, and the sheer power of his manhood.

“Lean in. Take a smell,” he commanded.

I didn’t look up. I was totally lost in the world of his cock. I locked eyes with his piss slit as it got closer and closer. All those women in the porn videos. This is why they lover black cock. Thinking of porn made my free hand instinctually drift down to my own little penis. I slowly began to stoke myself as I also began to slowly stroke Mr. Smith.

“Smell my cock,” he commanded again.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. If my head was stuck in a haze before, now I’d lost all ability to think. Of course I still tried to think of what the aroma reminded me of, but the musky scent was overwhelming. I let yet another “ughhhhhhhh” and started to stroke my penis faster.

I opened my eyes and was met with a blurry image of the most beautiful black cock I’d ever seen. I stroked faster as I moved my other hand up and down Mr. Smith’s cock.

A bit a precum slipped out from the large, chocolate cockhead. “Have taste” Mr. Smith encouraged me, but I hardly needed any at that point. I was drunk. I was in a trance. I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked his cockhead. “Again,” he commanded. So I did it again. This time I felt a light pressure on the back of my head. I was so dazed by the manly smell I didn’t resist, and just let Mr. Smith’s cock slide lightly into my mouth..

I continued stroking my little penis harder and harder, as the ghostly pressure on the back of my head encouraged me to keep Mr. Smith’s cock in mouth. In fact, I was guided to move up and down, taking the whole head and some of the shaft in the my mouth. It felt good. It felt right. I felt complete.

I closed my eyes again and let the sensations take me. I rode a wave of manly oder and salty, sweet flavor. Simply bobbing up and down on Mr. Smith’s cock. Finally, I felt something coming. My little penis was going to shoot. I tried to pull back, but the **** on the back of my head stopped me. So I just stayed there. Stroking and stroking. Sucking and sucking.

Until finally an explosion! Two explosions! My mouth filled with something nasty, yet delicious, while my penis let out a great gob of cum.

I slowly calmed down. My hand came to a rest, but I was still firmly holding my penis. I pulled away from Mr. Smith’s cock and opened my eyes. Mr. Smith was looking down at me with a big grin on his face. “Good boy. I knew you could do it!”

I pulled his cock from mouth with a POP! and Mr. Smith tussled my hair affectionately. “I think there is something in your backpack for me.”