An Ideal Husband -- Part 2 written by Jon Rosco - jonrosco69@gmail.com
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... Continued ...
There I was in a stranger's house, stark naked with someone at the door. I had to open. I looked for my pants but couldn't find them. Juan's skimpy shorts were in sight so I put those on and went to open the door.
"Wow a new bitch!", said the older guy who had been knocking, as he simply made his way in. "Fuck I need a blowjob." He turned to face me, "What are you waiting for faggot?"
I was in complete shock. I was being asked ... Actually ordered ... to suck a man who could easily have been my dad.
"Playing hard to get are you bitch? Come take daddy's dick."
I closed the door. I didn't want the neighbors to hear what was going on.
"Come on slut. I need to get home before my wife does. Your friend would be already gagging on it by now."
I didn't know what to do. What was all this about? My brain was racing trying to make sense of everything.
"This was a fucken waste of time. Your friend can forget ever earning a cent from me ever again." He stood up, I panicked and I instinctively went down on my knees.
"Good faggot. Want daddy's cock don't you?"
I closed my eyes as he moved towards me, opened my mouth and engulfed his manhood.
"Holy fuck! Fuck yeah. You're one hungry cocksucking faggot aren't you?"
The taste was weird, clearly he hadn't freshened up before, but there I was engulfing this man's dick and surprisingly enjoying it. He held my head and directed me to move with him backwards. He surely wanted to get comfortable on the sofa while this slut, I mean me, kept blowing. He sat down and leaned forward to reach for my pants which he pulled down, "Remove them bitch. Cocksucking faggots should be naked."
I did remove them completely, I admit it did effect my blowjob unlike Juan but as soon I was done I went back to being good. I hadn't felt like this in ages, I had reached the cocksucker status back home many years back but that was all in the past, or so I thought.
"Keep sucking bitch," he said while he unbuckled his belt, " you're a fantastic slut!"
He put the belt round my neck and buckled it while I continues to suck. I was a bit anxious but didn't care I was high on testosterone and I didn't care about anything apart from that cock. He pulled me away from his cock using his belt and he smirked whilst saying, "you're just like a fucking dog you slave faggot! Put your head here bitch lick my cock and look at yourself in the mirror!" And I did. The sight turned me on, me naked on all fours on the floor, as in air, 'collared', sucking Dick. There's no other way of saying it. It loved it. I had always been into kinky sex and no matter how much I tried to suppress it destiny kept throwing it back at me. Then his mobile rang!
"Time is running out bitch, the mrs calling!Start deepthroating bitch. One noise and I ll beat you to death!" So I complied.
"Hi honey! All ok! You? ... Good! I got stuck at the office, have some last minute shit I have to deal with," he said whilst he pushed me further down on his cock with the word shit clearly indicating he was referring to me.
"I'll be leaving in 5 minutes. Great. Love you honey." He put the phone down, grabbed me by the ears and said, "Take this bitch!" As he started face fucking me. I had no option but to comply fully. He moaned and moaned clearly enjoying it to my expense as I was finding it hard to keep up with this raping of my mouth and was gagging constantly, something which he didn't care about. Throughout all this I kept thinking how this stranger, and to a point that bastard Juan, had changed me from the world's happiest man to a cheap, naked, cocksucking faggot with a fuck hole for a mouth. My dick was as hard as a rock clearly not minding what was happening. My man was stiffening whilst continuing to fuck my mouth, clearly he was nearing the edge, he started moaning loudly as every man does when about to cum. I tried to pull back but he held me in place as he trusted into my mouth. Then I felt the hot liquid in my mouth. He must have cum gallons and I had no other option but to take it, all of it and I did. Cum dump is another thing this man had turned me into!
"Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah! Good slut! You just missed a good ending dude!" said he as he kept me down on his cock to suck it clean. I didn't understand what he was on about. "Your friend is worth every penny just like you," and he let my head go. I pulled away from his cock but stayed on the floor and there he was, Juan, looking dashing in tight jeans and tight shirt and a blank face clearly shocked by what he'd just seen. He must have entered whilst the twat was climaxing and that's why I didn't hear him. I felt shy for being the naked cock sucker in the room, I felt proud of my naked body as I stood there naked on the floor but I felt angry at him for making me go through all this. The twat asked me to sit on the floor to remove my 'collar' to add to my humiliation and when he was all buckled and ready to go he got money out of his pocket, quite a lot of it actually, counted it and rolled it up. "Open your faggot mouth slut, here's the money cock you've done all of this for!" And he put the money in my mouth. He moved towards Juan,"a hundred as agreed. Left an extra 20 for your friend. He's good, had potential!" And he left as quickly as he had come.
I slowly stood up, money in my mouth. After being humiliated like that I didn't feel the need to cover what has now become my slut body. I got the money and gave them to Juan without even looking at him and I headed to the bedroom to get my things and simply go home.
"Babe, let me try to explain."
"There's nothing to explain."
"Babe take a shower, you can't go home like that!"
"I can. I m a cocksucking faggot remember?"
He said nothing clearly feeling bad about what had happened. I dressed up quickly and headed to the bathroom.
"I'm just going to wash my face!"
"There's mouthwash in the cupboard!"
I smiled without showing him. Clearly he did this for a living cos he knew exactly what I needed. I was too proud to give him the satisfaction that he was right but I did gargle with mouthwash to remove the taste of cum. I made my way to the front door and without looking I just left.
It was good to feel the cool night air on my face. It was nearly 10 and it was dark. My mind was racing, full of thoughts. I admit I had been used like that before I moved to London. The first time I went to a cruising area back home I was stripped naked and sucked 7 dicks -but that's another story- but this was supposed to be different. This was meant to be a date. I was quickly brought back to my senses as a pair of hands grabbed from my shoulders and dragged me to an alleyway nearby. "Pretty tourist lost in the slums! Give me your money know dude!" Fuck! He had a knife
... TO BE CONTINUED!