You love cock, don’t you? Tell me!”“I Love cock honey, you know I do. You know I fantasize about sucking cock, about you being fucked by stran...e cock. I’m your cuckold. I’m your sissy…” she cut me off. “I want you to repeat ‘I love cock’ over and over bitch, and don’t cum until I tell you you can.” So I began my mantra, saying “I love cock” over and over. “I love cock, I love cock, I love cock” it was almost hypnotic. As I said the words, she came up behind me and ran her hands over. It was too sensitive. She smiled while still on my dick. Then did it again. I sat up. A third time. I pulled her head off my dick and up to mine. I kissed her passionately, my tongue swept through her mouth, tasting a few remnants of myself. I didn’t care.After a long embrace, I sat up, leaning against the headboard with her between my legs leaning back against me. The best way to sit with a girl, it gave me full access to whatever I wanted. She let her hands rest on my thighs as I. I told him about Jarrod and Bull (as former chronicled in two earlier stories entitled Salad Dressing and Bull), but didn’t go into too many details. Gus seemed fascinated.“What kind of guys do you like?” he eventually inquired. Describing Bull to him, he was left in no doubt that I preferred masculine men. Gus was particularly captivated by the fact that Bull was a married man.“Would an oaf like me appeal to you?” he then questioned.I was very guarded with my reply, first acknowledging that I. I had no problem with that, so I laid back, spread the legs and let her absolutely worship my rod and balls until the semen came out.She was smelling my ballsack, deep throating my cock and sucking the balls all at the same time … somehow. She probably did them at different times, but in the moment it all felt like it was happening at once. Before I knew it, I had an unbelievable orgasm that made my whole-body shake. My cock thrusted pump after pump after pump of the good stuff into her mouth.