"Hey," Mike responds quickly. "The last thing I want to see when I'm getting off is your ugly faces." The group laughs again.
"Ok, let's deal," Nick says, returning the focus to the game and giving Mike the privacy he needs to do his thing.
I hear Mike unzip his pants and letting them fall to the floor. I don't dare to look through the glory hole in case he would try to sneak a peek and see who's on the other side. Instead, I hold my palm a few inches away from it, allowing Mike access to stick his cock in it but still protecting me from potential curious eyes.
I can hear my friend breathe heavily on the other side. Perhaps from excitement. Perhaps from nervousness. Then, I hear him take a step closer and his white cock peeks through on my side of the wall. His size is quite impressive, probably as long as Nick's but not as thick. He is rock hard, tip oozing with pre-cum. I instinctively lean forward and let my tongue run up his long shaft.
"Fuuu-uuu-ck, yes," Mike lets out on the other side of the thin wall.
Hearing his voice while having his cock in my mouth suddenly make me realize what I'm doing. Here I am, sucking off one of my male friends. Not only am I disgusted with myself, but I'm also feeling guilty for Mike. He has no idea. He thinks he's getting pleasure from a girl. And what about me? How much of a fucking deprived cock slut have become? The torment and training I've been subjected to by my daughter, my wife and now my neighbor has made not think twice to put a long-time friend's cock in my mouth. While I'm contemplating my situation, Mike pistons his cock in and out of my open mouth like I'm a fleshlight.
After feeling resentment for everyone who got me in this position, I suddenly realize that I'm the reason I engulfed Mike's cock as soon as I saw it. It's not because I'm forced. It's not because it's part of what is expected of me, nor is it to keep my identity hidden. It's simply because I have been conditioned to swallow whatever is put in front of me - willingly. Maybe I have even begun to crave cock as much as pussy? Maybe more? I love tasting the salty pre-cum. I want to feel my mouth completely filled. I yearn to feel the warm blood in the veins pulsating against my tongue. I revel in the successful feeling of having a cock explode into orgasm all over me or swallowing the flood of semen rushing down my throat. Most of all, I am addicted to feeling like a complete slut when servicing dominant men.
I'm shocked by my own realization, but my train of thought is interrupted by Mike reaching orgasm. I'm slow to react and my mouth is quickly filled with his cum, probably letting half of it flow from my mouth, down my chin and over my chest. It seems to go on forever, coating my tongue with spray after spray as I dutifully drink up the warm liquid. I try to use my new-found realization and enjoy the sensation of my friend filling up my stomach as I hear him moan and pant and grunt just inches from me.
"Thank you," Mike says with a sense of genuine gratitude after a minute or so, as he pulls his soft cock from my mouth and return it to his side of the wall. "I really needed that." I can hear him pull up and zip his pants before opening the curtain. There's a round of applause and cheers from the poker table.
"Man," Mike exclaims. "I've never had blow-job like that, thank you Nick."
"I told you I keep good sluts," Nick responds and I can almost see his smug face in front of me.
"Can I go next?" I hear Fred ask in an excited voice.
"Sure, man," Nick responds. "Help yourself."
"Here I come, slut," Fred almost screams as I hear him pushing back his chair so violently that it falls over, followed by another round of laughs from the group. Fred is the least athletic person in our poker game. With a stocky build and a growing bald spot, he's the typical middle-class, middle-management, dad type. It's difficult to know from the way his mouth is spurting out abuse at the moment though.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson, slut," he almost screams. "I'm going to wreck your whore mouth." It's so over the top that I almost start laughing but manage to keep my calm. I hear him close the curtain hastily and breathing heavily as he scurries his pants to the floor.
"Take it, cock slave," he says as he enters the glory hole.
A small cock head appears and nothing else. With his build, he can probably not get as close to the wall as the guys before him. From my angle it's difficult to assess exactly how small he is, but it's definitely smaller than average and smaller than me. I open my mouth and have to keep my lips tight to the wall in front of me to take him even a little bit into my mouth. His small head feels like a peanut on my tongue, but it seems to be enough to get him excited.
"Fuck, yeah," Fred moans loudly. "You love it, don't you slut?"
In his excitement he tries to thrust back and forth but every little move backwards makes him fall out of my mouth. He quickly realizes this and changes his tactics to just keep still and have his cock as deep in on my side of the wall as possible. I let my tongue swirl over it in a circular motion. After a while I switch and flick it across the underside of his tip. On the other side of the wall, I hear the soccer dad grunt and moan profanities and before long he lets out a loud guttural scream as his small dick spits cum on my tongue. As I swallow, I conclude that size actually does matter. At least there is some minimum threshold that needs to be exceeded.
As Fred walks back to our circle of friend, bragging about how he destroyed the slut, I look down on my own erect dick, glistening from pre-cum and standing straight up from the stimulation I get in my ass, thinking "do I meet the minimum threshold?"
"Malcolm, your next," I hear Nick say as soon as Fred is back at the table.
"Malcolm?" I think to myself. There is no Malcolm in our poker group. We do bring in replacements when any of the originals can't make it. I guess I'm absent today. Or at least absent from the poker table.
"Finally," I hear a dark voice respond before calm footsteps are approaching. I can almost hear his confidence by the way he walks. A total contrast from Fred's erratic movements. As he gets to the other side of the booth, I can feel myself getting excited involuntary. The walls inside my rectum squeeze the relentlessly vibrating plug in my ass and my already rock-hard cock jerks back and forth. I can't concentrate to pick up if he drew the curtain or not, but I hear his pants fall to the floor with loud thud. He then takes the time to remove them fully before he slowly enters the glory hole.
I can see a massive black cock head appearing into sight, followed by inch after inch of his enormous black shaft. His cock seems to go on forever before he finally stops. He then proceeds pushing his balls into the hole, leaving his whole package available to me. His cock must be at least ten inches, and it's not even hard yet and below his massive shaft hangs the biggest pair of balls I've ever seen.
This time I can't help but moan. A jolt of icy fear runs through my body as I freeze, waiting to hear if anyone picks up that the sound of the moan was more male than female. After what felt like hours of no one reacting, I take it that I got away with it this time. I turn my attention to the monster in front of me. Thanks to Nick I'm now trained to yearn for all types of alpha cocks, especially one as huge as this.
I bow my head to get to the tip of his hanging cock and tilt my face upwards, opening my mouth and let the very tip of his cock head into my mouth. It smells musky and it radiates heat like power plant. I open as wide as can but can't get my lips around head. I wrap my right hand around his shaft, unable to fully wrap it all the way around. I lift his heavy monster with my hand, allowing me to switch my mouth's focus as I stick my tongue out to lick his balls. I let my tongue run across his thick velvety sack, slowly at first, but soon faster. I try to fit them in my mouth but I'm unsuccessful.
When I get to the top of his cock head and let my tongue scoop up the first drip of pre-cum, I can't help but feel an overpowering sense of pride. This little white ass-plugged cum-drenched beta slut can bring some joy and satisfaction to such a powerful, Black cock. I'm so proud that I almost cum right there. Luckily, I'm trained well enough that I can stop the impending explosion. I bring my second hand up to his shaft and jerk him off with two hands, while I kiss my way around his now swollen cock head. I devote a little bit of extra attention to licking and flicking the sensitive spot on the underside of the head. This clearly does the trick as more and more pre-cum starts flowing from his cock, coating it as well as my tongue. Now that he's well lubricated, I take another stab at fitting his full head in my mouth. I open as wide as I ever have, but I still only get about two-thirds down.
After a few tries I finally feel my lips closing around the base of his cock head. I'm feeling fuller than I ever have before. For a few seconds I panic, thinking about how I will ever get him out now that he's in. The fear is overpowered with lust as I jerk his alpha cock with both hands, pushing streams of pre-cum out over my tongue and down my throat. I can't help but gag as I hear my Black master start to moan on the other side of the wall.
I close my eyes and can't help imagining that the buzzing and pulsating plug in my ass is another Black cock and that I am being tag teamed and abused from both sides. I can feel my orgasm starting to build deep inside of me. It's not long before I feel the tip of his monster cock head press against the back of my throat as I violently push my head back and forth while jerking him off with both hands. I realize that I have been too focused on taking more and more of him that I haven't paid enough attention to quelching my own orgasm. I can feel it rush up from my balls and I fear it's too late to stop.
