Move closer

As he waved me over, my legs started moving on their own. My head was swimming. I moved closer, one small step at a time.

"I just want you to know that I hate you," I whispered taking another step. "I hate your smug smile. I hate your arrogant attitude. I hate your condescending remarks. I hate your stupid handsome face."

I was standing right in front of him now. My legs gave in, dropping me to my knees, putting me face to face with his cock. Nothing else existed.

"And I hate that you have such a beautiful cock."

It even smelled good, a heady musk. With a trembling hand I reached out and touched it. I started stroking it slowly, it felt silky to the touch. Brandon put one hand behind my head, and gently pulled me closer. I brushed his manhood against my cheek, enjoying the feel of it. It was pulsing hot and hard. This was a cock meant to be worshiped.

Starting at the root, I began giving it little kissed, working my way up all the way to the head. I started licking it, then finally took the head into my mouth.

I had never gotten much enjoyment from cocksucking. I had done it sporadically when asked, but never on my own initiative. This cock I wanted to suck. I couldn't get enough of the touch, the feel, the smell. It was intoxicating.

I started bobbing my head, sucking his cock, slowly taking more and more of its length into my mouth. A moan escaped my throat, hardly getting out as my lips were locked around his massive girth. He let out a groan as well, clearly appreciating my attention.

I was suddenly struck by the whim that I wanted to take as much as possible of him down my throat. I started bobbing more aggressively, trying to take a little bit more of him every time I went down. Messy glugging noises filled the room as I tried to deep throat him.

Perversely, I felt a sense of accomplishment every time I managed to take a little bit more of him. I continued like this for a little while, until I was finally at my limit. I realized in frustration that I was only able to take a little more than half of him. Understanding that I couldn't get further on my own, Brandon grabbed a fist of my hair and started helping me.

Firm unyielding strength **** me to take him even deeper. My gag reflex kicked in and I tried to push myself off, but he held me an extra second before letting me up. I was gasping for air, my eyes running, lips covered in dripping saliva. I barely caught my breath before he **** me down again, his experienced hands helping me even deeper. He was teaching me, like he probably had taught many sluts before me.

"Seems I was right after all," I heard him say. "You're a real cocksucking whore. Didn't even need much encouragement to get down on your knees and get started." His cock was so deep down my throat I could barely breathe, let alone answer him. Didn't seem like he expected an answer anyway.

I lost track of time as I was repeatedly **** down his cock and let up for air. My throat hurt, my face was a complete mess of tears and saliva, but he seemed no closer to cumming. I was brought out of my reverie by the sound of my phone ringing filling the room. I froze, suddenly remembering where I was, with my boyfriend waiting for me on the floor below. I let it ring, not much I could do in the current situation.

"Aren't you gonna check who it is?" I heard Brandon gloating. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I held it beside my face and saw that it was indeed Jamie calling me. As I did so, Brandon snatched the phone out of my hand.

"Hey, dude," I heard him say to my horror. "No, no. She's right here. Her mouths kinda full at the moment though, so she can't really answer. She gave her phone to me." As he spoke he upped the tempo of his face fucking. "Yeah, we were kinda peckish, so we went down the street to get something to eat. Your gf is devouring a huge sausage right now. Kinda impressive really." I tried to stare daggers up at him, but the effect was kinda ruined by the cock in my mouth. "I think she's done now, so you can speak to her," he said handing me back my phone.

"Em, you there?" I heard Jamie say, unable to answer as Brandon was still holding me down on his cock. "Em?" I heard a second time. Finally he released me, I gasped for air, breathing heavily for several seconds before I could answer.

"Hi babe," I finally managed to get out in between my panting.

"You okay? You sound kinda winded."

"Yeah, I swallowed to quickly. Almost got a piece of meat stuck in my throat." I winced inside. I had never lied to Jamie before, but right now I couldn't see any other option.

"I see," Jamie said. He sounded doubtful. "When are you coming back? If you were going for food you should have called me."

"Yeah, sorry. We got so involved in our debate, so we kinda forgot. Should be back soon though."

"See you then, love you!"

As I tried to answer, Brandon shoved me back on his cock, the last thing Jamie heard was a surprised yelp. He snatched back my phone, as he continued his face fucking. He increased his tempo again, and started grunting while thrusting his hips against my face. His climax was building.

"Smile," he said. As I looked up, I could hear the camera shutter noise ring out from my phone as he held it up. He bucked his hips, and started to cum down my throat. I immediately started gagging, but he held me firm. After two spurts he lifted my head up, and I took the last spurt of cum straight on my face. He looked down at me with a satisfied smile.

"And another picture, send both to me. And here's your phone back."

I sat coughing on the floor, cum everywhere. My throat hurt like crazy, and even more crazy I was proud of myself for managing to take his cock.

"You should probably clean yourself up and get out of here. Your bf sounded like he's waiting for you." He laid back on the bed, letting out a satisfied grunt. "Unless you want him to find out that his gf is really a cheating slut." I couldn't really argue with that, so I focused on grabbing some wipes and cleaning up as best I could.

As I exited the room I saw a couple kissing against the opposite wall. They didn't give me much attention, but that could quickly change. Standing at the top of the stairs I realized that I'm supposed to be coming from outside. It might be difficult to explain if Jamie spotted me coming down the stairs.

(Kink +15%)

(Suspicion +5%)