I was still shocked that Chris had taken a picture of me with his massive load covering my face. Part of me didn't know what to do, it was exhilarating sucking his huge cock and I loved eating that much cum, but I wasn't sure if I could be his personal cocksucker. I was supposed to be home soon too, could I afford to go with him? Then my reality set in. He had this very compromising picture for leverage, and of course I wanted more of his cock and cum. I gulped, "yes sir, I'll follow you to your place."
"Good, slut. Don't bother washing up here either. You're going to get dirty all over again, plus I have a feeling you like the feeling of my cum drying on you. Isn't that rI was still shocked that Chris had taken a picture of me with his massive load covering my face. Part of me didn't know what to do, it was exhilarating sucking his huge cock and I loved eating that much cum, but I wasn't sure if I could be his personal cocksucker. I was supposed to be home soon too, could I afford to go with him? Then my reality set in. He had this very compromising picture for leverage, and of course I wanted more of his cock and cum. I gulped, "yes sir, I'll follow you to your place."
"Good, slut. Don't bother washing up here either. You're going to get dirty all over again, plus I have a feeling you like the feeling of my cum drying on you. Isn't that right?"
"Yes sir," what could I say, I did love it.
"Tell me what you love," ordered Chris.
"I love the feeling of your cum drying into my skin. I love how I can still smell and taste your delicious load."
"And why do you love that feeling?"
"Because I'm a... Your cumslut."
"Good," smiled Chris. "Get dressed and let's go."
I quickly threw on some shorts and a tee. My mind was racing the whole time, but as I looked down I noticed I was hard as a rock again. Chris knew exactly what I wanted.
As we walked out of the empty gym together Chris tossed me a water bottle saying I'd need to hydrate after both of my 'workouts.' Very kind of the man that had just fucked my mouth, deposited what seemed like a gallon of his cum in my stomach, and then taken a picture to make sure I'd do it again. Half of me was relieved the gym was empty, but I was also a little sad no one saw me walking out of here with dried cum on my face. This thought sent a slutty tingle down my spine. I followed Chris into the lot and we each got in our cars. For an instant I considered going home, but I needed more of that amazing cock.
The gym was just outside of my neighborhood so it was slightly to my horror, but also not surprising that Chris lived in my neighborhood. I would need to be careful. In fact he was on the next street over! I was pretty sure if I yelled, my wife would hear it.
I parked on the street and quickly hurried inside as to not be seen even though it was pitch black out. Chris has left the door open and I immediately shut it behind me.
"Strip."
"What?"
"You heard me. Take off all your clothes then kneel. You're my slut and you're in my house. I expect you to do whatever I ask, understood?" Chris asked.
"Yes sir, I do," as I dropped my shorts, tossed my shirt, and got to my knees.
"You really do reek of cum... Why did you follow me back?"
"I'm your cumslut, sir. I should smell like cum, and I love smelling like your cum. I'm here to pleasure your perfect cock," where was this coming from??
"Good answer," laughed Chris. He then reached into a drawer in his entryway table and handed me a butt plug and lube. "This is the only thing I'd like you to wear tonight while you're here."
Up until this moment I hadn't considered Chris's cock in my ass. A thought that both terrified and excited me. I figured if that's what his plan was, then I'd need the plug. So I leaned forward, cracked the bottle of lube, covered the tip of the plug, then slowly but firmly inserted it into my ass. I had a dildo which I rarely played with, but this was bigger, and yet smaller that the cock that had just been in my mouth. I got it in with minimal resistance and only a bit of pain.
"Good now follow me upstairs," Chris started upstairs and entered a bedroom. A flick of a switch revealed a nice large, very clean bedroom. There was nothing out of place here, it seemed like a nice hotel. "Back on your knees," ordered Chris as he sat on the edge of the bed. I obeyed, careful to not let the plug slip out of my ass. "Do you want to suck my cook again?" Chris asked, teasing me.
"Yes please, I would love to have your perfect cock back in my mouth."
"Well get after it, cocksucker," Chris raised his hips as an invitation for me to slip off his shorts. His cock wasn't fully hard but it was still just as nice to look at, possibly even better with more light in his bedroom than in the sauna. I wasted no time and engulfed his pink head with my mouth. Instantly I could taste his cum again and I was transported in my mind back to the sauna. I moaned and I'm response felt his cock harden. "Look at me, cocksucker. Nod your head if you love having my cock in your mouth," ordered Chris. My eyes locked to his. There was no love here, just sexual submission to him. With his cock head still in my mouth I nodded with purpose then began to circle my tongue around his smooth head. I tasted a drop of his sweet precum and let it roll over my tongue, savoring it. He was fully hard now and as much as I wanted to just stroke and marvel at this cock, I knew I was here to pleasure it. I licked his glans repeatedly, each time sucking the very tip of his cock. A deliberate attempt to keep eating his sweet and slimy precum. Chris softly bucked his hips, I knew he wanted me to suck him deeper. I let some spit escape the side of my mouth before sliding my mouth down his shaft. Feeling his swollen head nestle at the opening of my throat I knew I would gag soon. Right before gagging, I came up for air before getting into a slow rhythm of bobbing up and down on his perfect cock. Unlike the sauna, Chris was not fucking my face, he was allowing me to worship his cock and I was enjoying every second of it. I continued sucking him for close to five minutes like this. Feeling his hardness probe my mouth, feeling his veins with my tongue and lips, tasting his skin which was different now than it had been in the sweaty sauna.
I could have done this all night, but Chris pushed my head off of his cock and stood up. His cock was glistening with my spit in the bedroom light. It didn't look real, it looked like something you only see it porn. "On the bed," Chris ordered. I knew what was next and I knew I didn't have any choice in the matter. As I was getting up, Chris grabbed a pillow and slid it under my ass, propping me up. I spread my legs which caused Chris to smile. His left hand grabbed my right ankle so he could keep me spread open and his right hand grabbed my aching cock. He softly stroked my foreskin before using his thumb and index finger to massage my cock head with my precum.
"Fuck..." I whimpered. "it's so sensitive, you're going to make me cum." I was starting to tremble in agonizing pleasure. I didn't was to orgasm, but I was getting close.
