Practice with a Real Coc (ch. 01)

I stand outside Newark Airport and wait to see his truck arrive. My Mistress' words repeat again in my head as they did throughout the flight and I once again get butterflies in my stomach.

"I want you to find a no strings attached blowjob friend so you can practice sucking a real cock. I want you to practice deep-throating, sucking on balls, and of course cock. And I want you to always eat their cum like the cum slut you are. If they cum on your face, eat it. If they cum on your tits, eat it. If they cum on the floor, suck it off and eat it. The first time they cum on your face though, I want you to take a photo and leave it there for at least half an hour so you can think about the slut you are. What you'll do is talk with a male friend about how your Mistress wants you to practice sucking a real cock instead of just your dildo. Oh, and while sucking cock you'll be in your underwear or naked like a slut should. You could start with getting a facial, but I want my slut sucking cock at least twice a week, then -"

I see his truck pulling up to the curb, breaking my train of thought.

"Hey!" I say while opening the door, "Thank you so much for the ride. You're a lifesaver."

"No problem, happy to help!" He says pulling away from the curb, "How was visiting home?"

"Much better than I was worried about! It was nice seeing family again after time away, and it wasn't really negative or anything. And I reconnected with a friend at undergrad and we're kinda dating, kinda not?"

I pause, the add, "We had some fun together though."

"Watcha mean fun?" he asks.

"Oh, you know..." I trail off, "When's the last time you've been with a sexual partner?"

He blushes and is quiet a moment, "Ummm..."

"Sorry if that was direct, you don't have to answer!"

"No it's okay," He says signaling and changing lanes to join up with the highway as we exit the airport, "It's just been a while. There was this girl I hooked up with at work for a bit before we started school..."

"Wasn't that like a while over a year ago?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up for sad reasons. We've just talked about dating and being lonely all the woes and now that I kinda found someone I'm comparable with I guess I'm wondering what you're looking for in a potential girlfriend."

"What do you mean by looking for?" He asks.

"I don't know..." I say and pause as I marshal the nervous butterflies in my stomach, "I've been thinking a lot about what kind of relationship I'm looking for. I know at school you've seen me as very direct and take charge and all that, but in a relationship with someone, sexually..., I'm really the opposite."

We pause in silence for a moment and watch the highway fly past.

"What do you mean opposite?" He asks.

"It feels so stereotypical, but in public life I'm very take charge, but in the bedroom I'm very submissive. Because I know this it changes the type of relationship I'm looking for, if that makes sense? Like if the person I'm with isn't down to be commanding sexually it doesn't work too well. I've experienced that in prior relationships too where the non-sexual connection is great but we just didn't work in the bedroom."

"Huh, really? It's hard to picture you like that."

"I know, that's one of the issues I have dating," I laugh, "But yeah, that's what got me curious to ask you what you're looking for in a girlfriend."

We both pause again and watch as you drive by a truck.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean." He says.

"We've talked about how you've had a crush on people, so I guess I'm asking how you see a relationship going when you think about it? Like what do you think about in terms of a sexual partner?"

He shifts in his seat," I mean...

"I'm sorry for being so direct, but I'm so curious now. Have you had sex?"

I can tell he's blushing in the light from passing cars across the highway.

Quietly, he says, "I haven't found the right girl yet."

"That's okay, you'll find her. What about when your last blowjob was?"

"It's been a while..."

"I know the feeling, before I got together with my Mistress over break it had been more than a year since doing anything sexual with someone, so trust me I know the feeling."

"Why do you want to know when my last..." He again pauses, "blowjob was?"

It's my turn to pause, Mistress's words echoing in my head.

"Talk with a male friend about how your Mistress wants you to practice sucking a real cock instead of just your dildo."

"I uhhh," It's my turn to by shy, "Back home who I talked about, my Mistress, wants me to find a no strings attached male friend to practice sucking a real cock. I don't really have many male friends here, and I feel closest with you about this stuff, so I guess I'd thought to ask if you wanted to cum on my face."

He's quiet and I look over to see him blushing again. "Are you asking if I want a blowjob?"

"You can absolutely say no if you don't want or aren't comfortable!"

"I mean..."

I interrupt, "Have you ever thought about me that way? And it would only be a blowjob, or more than once if we both enjoyed ourselves. I'm not looking for sex."

"I can't say I've thought much about you in the way before." he says, "But I mean, I like blowjobs like any other guy."

"I knew I should've worn more revealing clothing." I say kinda pouting, "I have quiet a sexy butt."

"I'm sure," He says, "But umm yeah, I mean, I like blowjobs so why would I say no?"

"I don't know, but I wanted to ask before trying to come on to you or something. I've found clear communication works well so everyone is on the same page."

He nods, "Wait, and your, uh, Mistress, back home is comfortable with you doing this?"

"I've wanted to practice sucking cock with a male friend for years but have been too nervous to talk about it. I talked with her about this stuff and she told me to do it. So I'm nervous, but want to make her happy. And she wants to see, if you're comfortable filming me while I give you a blowjob and you cum on my face?"

"I, uhhh, could do that."

"Thank you!" I say putting my hand on his right leg, "She said I had to find someone and I didn't know who else to ask. I don't want to practice sucking the cock of some stranger."

He ignores my hand placement, "That makes sense. Doing stuff with strangers is scary."

"I've had some bad experiences with strangers, yeah." I slowly slide my hand between his legs, "Well, look who's hard right now."

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he focuses on driving. I gently feel his dick as it strains against his pants.

"Does this want to be let out? Feels a bit uncomfortable." I ask.

He starts steering with one hand and with the other unbuckles his belt, undoes the button and zips his pants down revealing the outline of his dick in boxers in the faint light of passing cars.

He puts his free hand back on the steering wheel as I put my hand back on his cock, pulling his boxers down to free it.

"Oh my, what a sexy cock." I say unbuckling my seat belt.

He shifts his chair backwards and leans back, allowing better access as I lean over and kiss the tip.

"Can you drive while I do this?" I ask

"I don't know, I'm just focusing on driving."

"Maybe you should pull over," I say, gently sucking on the first inch, "Would be safer."

I hear him signal and feel the truck slide over a lane as I continue licking the tip of his cock, not fully sucking yet as he puts on his flashers and slides to the edge of the wide shoulder.

Before I feel the truck come to a stop he slides his chair all the way back and leans it backwards. I pull his pants and boxers further down his leg. He puts one hand on the back of my head as I start to go deeper on his cock. It looks about six or seven inches long and I'm surprised I can comfortably take half of it in my mouth.

With my right hand I start playing with his balls and the part of his cock my mouth can't reach, as I begin to get in a rhythm bobbing up and down.

His hips start getting into it and I feel him pressing on the back of my head. I let it happen but then gag a moment and try to push myself off his cock. His hand relaxed as he lets me.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say looking up at him, "Why I need to practice is all."

He laughs, "Happy to help."

I go back to sucking his cock nice and slow as he puts his hand back on my head. I hear his breaths getting more haggard, and feel his hips moving and his hand tensing. I know what's coming and manage to not gag as he tries to push his whole cock down my throat.

He doesn't manage to get it all in and in the back of my mind I tell myself to practice more.

I play with the tip of his cock with my tongue. He grabs a handful of my hair and pushes down. His hips push up. He tenses. Then my mouth tastes of cum as his first shot hits the back of my mouth, followed by his second, third, and fourth before he relaxes a little and I start bobbing up and down again, coaxing the last of his cum out of his cock. It slowly gets softer and I pause to swallow the cum, then give it a few more sucks to fully clean it off.

I lean back in my chair, against the door, as we both catch our breaths. He had his eyes closed, but now they open and we look at each other a moment.

"I was supposed to keep your cum in my mouth and show you." I say, looking away, "And I'm sorry I gagged and couldn't take your full length."

He smiles, "That's alright," he says putting his pants and boxes back up, "You'll do better next time."