A surprise from Stefan... |
At first, I didn't quite understand why Stefan was so eager to introduce me to our newest subject. He wasn't bad looking, don't misunderstand. You might very well even call him handsome, if not for the fact that he was a bit "rough around the edges", if you will. He was probably thirty and hailed from one of those former Soviet bloc countries, which one in particular I can't honestly recall. He introduced himself as Damek and smiled broadly at me as he squeezed my hand in a very manly fashion, his voice a deep, low grunt. He was tall and much too muscular for my taste, with broad shoulders barely contained in a tight wifebeater and black tattoos covering his arms. His brown hair was buzzed short and his blue eyes had a steely glint to them. This could get interesting, I thought. I also made a mental note to ask Stefan later why all our subjects were foreign lately. Guess I'm like the United Nations. Or at least my ass is, anyway. But I digress. Then he undresses and after I catch my breath, it all makes sense. Let me be clear on this: I have seen a lot of cock in my life. A lot. Am I proud of this? In a way, yes. And of course, in a way, no. But now is not the time or place for introspection, and besides, if you haven't figured out by now that I have some deeply rooted sexual issues, then you just haven't been paying attention. So as I was saying, I've seen more cocks that any one person should in a lifetime and this Damek put them all to shame. His was, without a bit of doubt, the thickest, longest tool I've ever had the pleasure to witness. He was uncircumcised and at this point, still soft as he sat in front of us, legs open slightly, offering us a glimpse of his big, hairy balls in the process. You could tell he was proud of his huge tool, and rightfully so. It was exquisite and I couldn't wait to have my mouth stuffed with as much of it as I could possibly take. I managed to ask Stefan if he wanted me to take some pictures and he just chuckled. " I doubt you'd even be able to snap one picture! Look at the state you're in. You're practically salivating!" It was true. I was speechless and slack jawed as I looked at this beautiful specimen before me and in no time at all I was kneeling between this lager lout's big strong thighs, just marveling at the weapon in my face. I stroked his thick shaft and slowly peeled the foreskin back to get a look at the juicy head just aching to come out and play with me. He tasted salty and musky and just so manly, which is a huge turn on for me. I want to smell, and taste, and of course, fuck a manly man, not a pretty boy. Men who smell of sweat and piss and cum and a hard day's work, men who have hairy balls and asses, no manscaping for me, thank you very much, are what do me in every time. I palmed his tightening balls in my hands as I worked my mouth on just the huge head of his cock, savoring the taste of his thick pre- cum, feeling his cock grow harder and harder as I sucked and teased and slowly started working that mammoth piece of meat into my eager mouth, amazed at how wide my mouth was stretching to take every inch of him. He was grunting and telling me to suck, suck harder as I began to really work him down my throat, feeling my muscles open as he pushes my head down on his throbbing prick, choking me with it. I am slobbering like a rabid dog at this point, saliva coming out of the sides of my aching mouth. I am literally choking on cock and loving every second of it, cock- hungry bitch that I am, and I see that Stefan has pulled his own throbbing cock out and is now sliding my jeans down, teasing my asshole with the thick juicy head. I am on all fours now, my face buried in the stranger's lap, as Stefan lubes my asshole up and quickly buries his meat in me in one thrust. I am stuffed full of cock and between the thick meat in my ass and the huge prick in my mouth it's a wonder I don't shoot my load yet, but I manage to hold off for a bit as these men use me like the fuck slut that I am. And make no mistake. I am. |