I GET TAUGHT WHAT I REALLY ALWAYS WANTED
I had been living with my girlfriend Allison for almost five years and our love life had become much less than what I wanted. I was always horny and always want sex but Allie just wasn't interested anymore. What I didn't know was that she just wasn't interested in having sex with me anymore.
Allie had been in many relationships before I came along but they were always with guys that just wanted to fuck her because she was so beautiful and sexy. From what she had told me, they all had similar characteristics -- macho construction workers with big dicks. They ended up cheating on her and treating her like shit.
I met Allie at work and fell in love with her and treated her like a queen because I knew that she was the best that I would ever get. I gave her love - and a lot of money - and she fell in love with me. However, since my dick was just average, I couldn't always get her off and she often resorted to using a large life-like vibrating dildo to achieve her sexual needs for orgasm after we had sex.
Now, almost five years later, our almost daily routine of making love had become almost non-existent. So it was one night while she was just lying in bed reading, I tried to make love to her. As usual, she refused my advances and angrily disclosed how she was dissatisfied with me sexually. Knowing that I was always horny and since we weren't having sex anymore, she asked me what I was doing for sex.
After much hemming and hawing by me, I professed my love and lust for her and that desire for her drove me to using her panties and lingerie, since I loved the smell and feel of them and that they turned me on so much, to jerk off in them while I was while watching porno and dreaming of her.
Surprisingly, after angrily scolding me for using her lingerie, she said that she was ok with what I was doing since it was better than having to have sex with me. She surprised me further by saying that she would buy me on own panties and lingerie and that she wanted me to wear them all the time under my clothes as long as I didn't press her for sex. I didn't want to give up having sex with her but knew that she was not going to give me any so I readily agreed.
Soon after that episode, Allie began staying out after work to go out for drinks with her friends'. I followed her one evening and discovered that one of her friends' was Greg, one of our co-workers. After observing their actions towards each other, it was easy to discern that she was having an affair with him. I got mad and jealous but also very afraid that I would lose her so I didn't say anything.
One evening when she came home late from being out with her `friends', she crawled into bed somewhat inebriated so I decided to confirm my suspicions by going down on her. She attempted to put me off but was in no condition to put up much of a fight. So I proceeded to get between her legs and lap at her pussy.
As soon as my nose came within inches of her love mound, I could smell the distinct aroma of `sex'. I was surprised at my reaction -- I sprung a hard-on in my panties. I proceeded to insert my tongue between her obviously swollen labia and began to lap away. My suspicions were confirmed when my tongue encountered the sweet taste of a generous amount of creamy fluid.
My suspicions were confirmed and I felt hurt and anger but the more I lapped it up the warm slimy fluid, the more I liked the texture and taste.
With the mental picture of her being fucked by another man and my newly acquired fondness for the remnants of their love making, I found myself totally turned on and began humping the bed in my panties as I lapped away.
I was enjoying myself so much and so vigorously attending to my oral tasks that I failed to hear Allie moaning in pleasure. She suddenly held my head tightly against her love mound and humped my face as her body shook and she spurted her own orgasmic fluids into my mouth. I came in my panties at the same time.
I lay between her thighs for a minute before looking up at her. She looked down at me with a drunk, inquisitive look on her face, almost as if to ask, `Do you realize that you just licked up my lover's cum?' But neither of us said a word as she turned over and passed out.
I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I took the panties off, I saw the huge amount of my own cum inside them. Realizing that I had just tasted another man's cum and liked it, I placed the panties to my face and licked up the remainder of my load. I found that it too tasted good but not as good as the love mixture from Allie's pussy.
Sitting alone in the bathroom, I decided that I would not say anything to Allie about this and would wait to see where things would go. I realize now that that decision was the start of a new chapter in my life.
It soon became a routine. She would come home from a night out with her `friends', filled with Greg's cum and without us saying a word to each other, I would lovingly lap at her pussy until she had an orgasm - and I came in my panties. We would say nothing to each other and she would go to sleep with a smile on her face while I privately and happily cleaned up my own mess.
Without admitting it to myself or saying anything to Allie, I became an addicted cum lover that loved diving into Allie's cum filled pussy. I loved her cream-pies' and sucked her pussy for all I was worth every time she came home from a night out with her friends'.
We never said a word about it to each other but, as I think about it now, she must have known I loved doing it because she made it easy for me. I got off every time and became a panty-wearing, cum-loving slut for the taste of cum from her pussy. Little did I know what trouble my kinky little addiction would get me into. I only hoped that she wouldn't leave me for him.
Allie seemed to enjoy my oral skills and I continued to pretend that I didn't know about what was really going on. Although I was enjoying the all the loads of cum that I was lapping out of my beautiful girlfriend's pussy, I began to get worried when Allie began seeing Greg at least twice a week. I decided to confront him about it and tell him to no longer see her.
I easily found out from work where he lived and went to his apartment. He didn't seem surprised to see me when he opened the door and cordially greeted me. I knew he was bigger than I but when I saw him standing in the doorway in his sweaty t-shirt and loose fitting gym shorts, I realized how much bigger he really was. He told me he had just been working out and began apologizing for his appearance when I told him I was there to talk about him and Allie. He asked if I was there to make trouble, so when I said `No' and that I just wanted to talk, he let me in to his place.
When he smiled at me and said, "Have a seat on the couch Mich. Can I get you a drink?" I thought it very strange that he was so cordial to me. "No," I said. "I just came by to talk to you about you and my girlfriend. I want you to stop seeing her."
His smile widened. "I've seen you watching me and giving me the evil eye around the office. Allie has told me all about you. You wear panties and lingerie and you happily lap up my cum from her pussy after I've deposited my load. You're really just a cum-sucking panty boy and I'll bet you would just love to get your load of cum right from the source, wouldn't you?"
Shocked at what he was saying about me, I stammered, "I'm not sure what you mean, I came to tell you to stop seeing Allison."
He then stood right in front of me and loosened the draw string on his gym shorts.
I tried to get up and leave but he ordered me to sit back down. There was an ominous force in his voice that encouraged me to sit back down.
I watched in horror as he silently slipped off his shirt and seemed to puff out his chest and then continued to slowly undo his pants. His body was covered in sweat and glistened in the light of the room. Standing in front of me as I sat, I observed that his body was impressive and I immediately understood Allie's attraction to him. His chest was large, wet and hairy and his nipples had hardened when they hit the cool air.
His smile widened as he said, "I've seen you as you watched me and I'm convinced that you're really a cum-loving faggot cocksucker and you just don't know it."
"Greg," I said, as he slipped his shorts down to his knees. I tried to sound forceful, but my voice was so weak that it belied any attempt to appear angry or upset. "What are you doing? I'm not... I'm not a cock sucker."
His hard cock sprung from his shorts. To add to the sight, I could see the clear liquid pre-cum seep from his cock head and glisten as it ran down his semi-hard shaft. I guess my expression of both fear and awe gave away my submissive feelings because he aggressively stepped toward me until his hard cock was only inches from my face and said, "You like my cock, don't you?"
When I said, "No, I don't," he slapped me across the face and asked me again. He repeated that scenario two more times until I said, "Ok, ok! Yes, I like your cock."
"See, I knew you would like it. You want my cum, don't you?" he asked as he slapped me again.
"Yes," I whispered.
"What? Say it louder. Do you want my cum? Tell me, little panty-boy, tell me how much you like it and how you want to get it from my cock!"
I felt myself slipping into a submissive role and, not wanting to be slapped again, I reluctantly said, "Yes, I love your cum. I want to get it from your cock. Please let me have your cum." I almost couldn't believe that I was hearing from my own mouth. I was being a sniffling submissive before this man, begging for cock and cum.
I had actually thought about this ever since I had begun liking the taste of his cum. It was a nightmare at the time and I wondered about myself. I never thought my manliness would allow me to sink this low but here I was, about to suck a cock or worse yet, be mouth fucked, and almost crying and yet amazingly, I had a hard-on in my panties.
"Now, take off your pants and shirt. I want to see you in your panties and I want to play with your little cock and tits."
I felt total humiliation and submission as I lifted my shirt over my head and slowly pulled off my pants. I now stood in front of a man who I worked with and who was fucking my girlfriend dressed in a silky chemise and silky pale blue panties. I was amazed to find that, regardless of my humiliating situation, I had a hard-on in my panties.
When Greg saw the tent in my panties, he laughed and said, "You call that a dick!" as he grabbed my panty-clad cock with one hand and pinched my nipple thru the silky material of my chemise with the other. My nipples have always been sensitive and a sexual switch when played with.
Waves of intense pain and excitement rushed through my body. I almost passed out as I moaned, "Oh, my god, please don't Greg," was all I could say. I kept repeating it as long as he roughly fondled my cock and pinched my nipple.
He laughed as he pushed me to my knees in front of him. He then proceeded to give me what, up until that time, I hadn't known that I really wanted.
He took hold of my head pushed his warm, silky smooth cockhead through my lips. In seconds, it was into my throat and over the course of the next few minutes, he had me alternatively kiss and suck his cock, making me tell him how much I loved it and needed it. He then began to fuck my face as he jacked himself off using my head. He used my mouth like a pussy and told me how good my mouth and throat felt. When I didn't gag when he forced his cockhead into my throat, he said that I must be a natural born cocksucker, born to serve his cock.
I hated what he was saying but began to believe him as I lathered his shaft with my tongue without being forced.
At one point, just to drive home how much he dominated me, he rammed his cock deep into my throat and then pinched my nose shut. Just before I panicked, he let go. He continued his onslaught of my mouth until finally he began to shoot spurt after spurt of hot cum into my mouth.
As he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, I unintentionally used my tongue to swish the warm cream around in my mouth, unwittingly savoring the texture, flavor and taste. He smiled at me as I realized that I was really enjoying myself.
It was a few minutes after this episode when we were both spent, that I realized that if Allie ever found out about this, my life with her would be over. It was then that I begged Greg to never tell Allie about this. I told him I would do anything for him and do it anytime he wanted. It was then that he came up with the idea that he wouldn't tell Allie anything if I would service his cock in his office at lunch times. After hesitating, I begrudgingly agreed.
That was how it all began, only two months ago. Since that time, I try to keep them both happy. Iap up the remnants of their love making from Allie's pussy 2 or 3 times a week and have been sexually used and abused by Greg in nearly every possible way, including being fucked in the ass while bent over his desk.
After a while, although I was sexually excited and fulfilled by my new role, I got depressed about the situation and begged Greg to let me out of this situation. He responded by saying, "You know how Allie feels about me and she would leave you in a second if I asked her to. The only way you can stop me from doing that is to keep sucking my cock. You have to realize that you are a natural born cocksucker and that you really love my cock. You get off on the pleasure that you give to me and Allie so why stop doing what you love and what you were born to do."
He was right; I had developed into a cum-loving, cock sucking panty-boy and he and my girlfriend had secretly gotten me to enjoy it all.
The End
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