I Can't Get Enough Of The Taste Of His Cum

"Oh jesus," I moan, ducking forward and letting my tongue slip out to lap at the head of him, feeling the salt and the stickiness of it coat my tongue and make me almost numb with it, "So fucking good."

I couldn't help myself. It was like someone else was in control of me. I just kept on lapping at it over and over and over again. Compelled by something that I absolutely couldn't help as I stroked him with my hands and ran my tongue over the head of him again and again.

"Jesus Christ," he grunts above me, "You are insatiable."

"I can't," I moan, "I can't fucking stop."

I couldn't. I was out of control as my strokes increased in pace until my hand was a blur and my mouth was numb from the taste of him on me. All I could feel was salt and the bumping of him beneath my fist as I started to breathe even heavier and faster and my eyes went wide and I pulled back to catch my breath, knowing what I was going to do next.

Something that I'd never done but that I couldn't stop myself from doing but that was fine. This was college and it was a time for new experiences.

And blowing a complete stranger in an alley definitely counted as a new experience in my books.

Pushing forward I pressed my lips against him and then with a moan I parted them to let the thick head of him inside. My hand stroked up and bumped against my lips and I moaned as I followed it down as deep as I could, feeling the thickness of his head press against something on the back of my tongue as my body revolted against it and I pulled back, gasping and gagging.

Above me he said something to reassure me and say that I didn't need to but I didn't hear him as I pressed forward and took him in again. I took him deeper this time, concentrating on relaxing as I took him in and pulled back, stroking the full length of him with my hand but taking as much of him as I could with my mouth.

It wasn't all of him, but it was more and more each time. Each time I took him he went in a little deeper and he struck a place within me a little harder and he made my body thrill as I focused on pleasing him to the absence of everything else, even him.

The man, this stranger, became little more than his cock to me. He was just an organ for me to use, to train myself on and to **** myself on and I was content to be just a hole for him to take and fill. To thrust into and press to its limits and to train to take more and more and fucking more of him because god I fucking wanted to take more of him.

I wanted to take all of him, all the way down to the base of him. I wanted to feel him fill up my throat and **** off my air and make my lungs burn and I wanted him to cum and fill my belly with his hot and sticky and fucking delicious seed.

Delirious with things, with the act and the moment, I was so focused that it took him tugging my hair and pulling me back to even catch my breath.

"Fucking hell," he said with open wonder as I continued to stroke him and stared up to meet his eyes, "You are something special."

"See it," I said, shrugging out of his grip and kissing the head of him.

"Believe it," I told him, twisting my head sideways and kissing once and then again and then again and again down the length of him.

"And never," I ordered as my lips closed against his balls and parted to take him in and suckle one and then the other in turn, "Never fucking forget it."

Never forget it. Never forget me. Never forget how I can make you feel. Never forget how far I'm willing to go.

Never forget how much I want it.

Never forget me.

The girl in the alley, who wants to make you cum.

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