Note:
This is the second in a series of ghostwritten stories by a Literotica fan and friend. I was provided the basic outline but have extended and embellished the details to enhance an already hot series of experiences.
Michael was true to his word, and we had many frequent encounters together. It was him taking what he wanted from me and giving nothing in return. At first, I felt robbed but came to love being the object of another man's selfish pleasure.
After swallowing Michael's sperm, or another man's, I watched them scurry away before melting into the shadows and wanking myself to thunderous orgasms. Whether it was Michael's car or a foetid alley near some seedy bar, I left traces of my DNA all over the city. The exhilaration left me light-headed afterwards but very satisfied.
This early into my journey, I was an oral receptacle for other men to offload their balls down my throat. Other than Michael, I never asked the name or enquired into the backstory of my marks. We identified each other with a wink or a nod, exchanged a few words before finding a discrete location where I would drop to my knees, open my mouth and swallow whatever the target wanted to give me. Sperm was not the only gift.
I was a professional real estate manager by day, but sexual deviant by night, relieving the sexual tension of the city one dick at a time. Michael was my regular 'client', and I blew his cock at least four times a week, usually in the front seat of his Mercedes C-Class.
Michael was a high school crush of mine, and he came into my life during a commercial real estate transaction some time ago. He recognised and seduced me, effectively making me his personal assistant responsible for blow jobs. His patronage of my firm was lucrative both professionally as well as personally.
On my birthday, Michael gave me the greatest gift I could imagine. After a celebratory drink at the office before going home, I grabbed my gear and walked onto the street; the summer sun temporarily blinded me. Just down the road was Michael waiting by his car
"You hungry?" He asked, dazzling me with his perfect smile.
"What have you in mind?"
"Hop in."
Michael drove to a high-end restaurant by the river. The Maitre'd greeted Michael by name and escorted us to a table with city views. Having never been able to afford such an experience, I gawped at the menu's offering and their associated prices. A meal here would cost me a week's wage!
"Don't worry, Charles," Reassured Michael with his usual confidence, "Birthday dinner's on me."
"I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, hamstrung by my social awkwardness.
"Thank you might be nice?" laughed Michael.
I made a mental note to give Michael the best damn blow job I could afterwards, and that thought got a rise out of me.
Dinner together was a magnificent affair. I tried new and exotic dishes I could only dream about. Michael spent freely on top-shelf wines and spirits, and I was pretty light-headed afterwards. The cost of that experience was nearly a thousand dollars!
"Thank you so much!" I gushed after we exited the restaurant.
"The night hasn't ended yet."
I know and ensured that I drank sufficient water to blow Michael's magnificent cock at the time of his choosing. My nerves were on edge sitting in Michael's car as he drove us to a familiar location.
Upon parking, I unlocked my seat belt and leaned into Michael for a passionate kiss. He quickly freed his cock, and I went to work with an intense vigour to return the generosity of my birthday indulgence.
"Holy fuck!" Exclaimed Michael, "Someone's been practising."
His compliment pleased me and motivated me simultaneously. By now, with a lot of cocks passing through my mouth, I could deep throat with ease and take the largest cocks down my throat. I also became skilled in reading body language and knew when to alter my technique depending on the man.
"Shit, you've become a fucking expert cocksucker," Growled Michael as I worked his shaft.
With my mouth firmly sealed around his cock, I used a hand to play with his balls that were rapidly tightening.
"Get out of the car," Ordered Michael unexpectedly.