She’d never sucked cock before, but
since meeting him it just seemed to be on her mind more and more.At first she’d dismissed it. It just
wasn’t something she was interested in doing. Then she kept thinking
about it. Then she started dreaming about it. Then she started waking
up with her hand in her panties and dim, half-remembered images of
her moaning around him as he came down her throat. By that point she
thought maybe she should give it a shot.“Eye contact,” her friend had told
her when asked for advice. “Eye contact is important. He’ll love
it. Trust me.”
Her friend gave her a few other
pointers as well. Most sounded new and exciting. All of them made her
mouth water. She couldn’t believe she was actually excited about it.
But she was. It was all she could think about now.The next time she saw him she had to
stop herself from dropping to her knees right there. Even then she
could only wait until he’d shut the front door. He smiled and pulled
down his flies without even saying anything. Like he’d expected it.
She didn’t notice. She was too focused on his cock as it sprung out.“Eye contact,” she remembered. “Eye
contact. He’ll love it.” So she looked up.And she couldn’t look away. Even as he
pushed his cock between her parted lips and the heat and hardness of
him made her moan and a thin trail of drool dripped onto the floor
between her knees. She couldn’t look away.Looking into his eyes, groaning as she
worked her head back and forth just like her friend had said, she
understood perfectly. She had to do this. Every day. Whenever he
asked. Wherever he asked. It was obvious now. So clear she felt
stupid she hadn’t worked it out before.She couldn’t look away.
Her mouth fitted his cock so well. Like
it was made for this. It was made for this. It was obvious now. She’d
been stupid. She was a cocksucking. Made to suck cock. His cock.
Every day. All day. Nothing else mattered. Just him. Just his cock.She couldn’t look away.
Everything else fell away. Her worries
about doing it for the first time. What she’d been planning on
talking to him about afterwards. Her friend and what she’d said. Even
her excitement dimmed, replaced instead with a low, warm feeling
contentment. In her place. Doing what she was meant to do. For him.She still couldn’t look away even as he
hilted to the back of her throat and came with a quiet grunt,
flooding her belly. She swallowed without even thinking about it,
gulping quietly and never once looking away.“Good girl,” he said, patting her
on the head as he pulled back and wiped himself clean on her face.
“The eye contact was a good touch.”