You can’t take your eyes off that big cock; you stare at it in admiration and lust, you know deep down that you belong on your knees - you know your job is to drop and start worshipping - you anticipate how great it will feel sliding into your mouth when you begin to enjoy the slight salty taste from the head, lock your lips and mouth around the warm cockhead. His pulsing cock will become the centre of your world. You hadn’t expected to be on your knees, serving a stranger’s cock this afternoon. You had been drinking a cappuccino in the quiet coffee shop when you saw him enter. Six foot tall… Read more

This is a sequel to my story “Sex, Service, Submission, Spunk”, and you may find it useful to read that first. You could still taste the salty flavour of his cum in your mouth; your tongue slurped around your teeth and gums, searching for a few more drops of his semen to swallow. He looked down at you, smirking. “Strip” he said. You realised you were still wearing your polo shirt and jeans. He had pulled off his tee shirt while you were serving his cock, and now he stepped out of his jeans and briefs, and took a few paces backwards. You got to your feet, shakily, and pulled yo… Read more

You can’t take your eyes off that big cock; you stare at it in admiration and lust, you know deep down that you belong on your knees - you know your job is to drop and start worshipping - you anticipate how great it will feel sliding into your mouth when you begin to enjoy the slight salty taste from the head, lock your lips and mouth around the warm cockhead. His pulsing cock will become the centre of your world. You hadn’t expected to be on your knees, serving a stranger’s cock this afternoon. You had been drinking a cappuccino in the quiet coffee shop when you saw him enter. Six foot tall… Read more