Mouth

As the old man stood with his hideous old cock waving in front of my eyes, all I new was that I was desperate to have it anyway that he would let me. It stank of old cum and had clearly not ben washed for days - if ever - but my mouth actually started to water at the thought of having the vile old thing in my mouth and being able to wash it clean with my lips and my tongue.

I think it was seeing this pretty young high school graduate drooling with desire in front of him brought the old pervert to a decision. I was still wearing the gag, but now he cut this off of me. As it fell to the floor, I clamped my lips around his prick and started to suck on it, like a thirsty bitch who had just crawled out of a desert and found her first source of water.

His cock tasted awful! It was the first one I had ever experienced that actually tasted worse before ejaculation than it could possibly taste afterwards. But even so, I was desperate to clean it with my mouth. I licked all along its gnarled shaft and it twitched with pleasure. I sucked on its purple head, squeezing the balls and wanking the shaft, willing it to shoot its foul nectar into my eager throat.

But the old man clearly had as much control over his own mind as he had over mine, because his cock refused to yield its precious cargo.

I began to slide the shaft in and out of my mouth , nibbling delicately along its hideous length as it passed between my teeth. At the same time, I gazed up at the old pervert who had become my master, my long brown hair falling away to reveal a heart shaped face and imploring eyes, desperate for a sign of his favour.

I wonderd how he viewed me - this pretty naked teenager with her slim body, her ass in the air and her mouth clamped round his cock, gazing up at him with longing in her eyes as her soft young titties hung down like udders. I am pleased to say that he stood transfixed, obviousky willing himself to prolong the situation and not to spurt great gobs of sticky sperm down my hungry throat. I felt a surge of pride that I was having such an effect on him.

But as I turned my full attention back to his prick, I became dimly aware, out of the corner of my eye, that somebody was sneaking up behind the old man.