Freya... swallow... d_addy's cock... like a good girl.” The slippery slurping sounds of my hand stroking could be heard very clearly. The mushroom ...haped cock head was swollen and glistened with the pre-cum which dripped straight into the flimsy lace, adding to the already existing scent. I gulped; a lump had risen in the back of my throat. Just as I was to blow my load I heard the door creep open, could I hear a faint gasp maybe or was I imagining it? My knees turned to jelly and I felt my. I wasn't gay... I wasn't a woman either... I was simply a cocksucker... I was simply where I was meant to be... on my knees... sucking a cock attached to a nameless, faceless, man.Instinct took over.I bobbed.Slowly at first, trying to get used to my mouth stretched in a way it wasn't used to. But as my mind turned off and I became a straight cocksucker, my body took over and I bobbed faster... wanting to be a great cocksucker and wanting to earn my first load of cum.I won't bore you with the. She had gotten us a complimentary dinner for two complete with steak, lobster, and Champaign. Under the cart were two full boxes of Champaign. She then handed us dinner coupons for two to the ten best restaurants in town completely complimentary.Then Chris asked my wife if it would okay if I were to fuck a drunken college girl down on the tenth floor. My wife looked at me and said, “Okay.”Chris had me put on a suit and tie then took me up. She knocked on the door and stepped inside to talk to. He didn’t squeeze my boobs hard, just moved his hand slowly all over my boobs. It was just us in the room, and no body would find out what happened between me and my son, I thought and I gripped around my son’s hard cock. I started stroking his cock slowly. He must have thought that I was stroking his cock in my sleep. “Josh,” I said. My son got scared and he pulled away his hand from my breast, but I was still grabbing his hard cock. I didn’t call him again and kept stroking his cock slowly..