Ill Always Be Your Cocksucker

I drove my car into the open garage, and the garage door shut behind me. I guess he saw me come in on the camera. I took a deep breath, the butterflies beginning, I could feel my pussy getting heavy. It didn't take much with him.

I walked into the house, it had changed since I had last been here, but it didn't matter - it had changed often over the years, but every time I walked in, I would go back to that summer I turned 18. It didn't matter that I was now 30, older, supposedly wiser, my body still felt like that 18 year old. Feeling overcome with desire, wanting him, wanting his cock all. the. time. Then feeling shame, telling myself I shouldn't, that I was letting him use me and then getting more aroused by the thought that he was using me, and I was letting him. The shame, the wanting, the way he got me to do what he wanted, and how hard I came every time, fused into something I couldn't name, but couldn't deny. I had stopped trying. All i knew now was that when he called, I came. When he texted me a time and a place, I showed up.

I rounded the corner, and saw the door to the study. I could hear the porn he was watching. It was some pretty nasty stuff, I could hear a woman getting railed by two men, but I could also hear her getting ready to come. He spent a lot of money on the porn he watched and claimed it was real, especially the women cumming. 'See how she flushes, her belly muscles flutter, that's not something you can fake'. I remember him explaining to me. I saw the back of his office chair and my knees almost buckled. It was the same expensive Herman Miller chair, he'd replaced it over the years, but it was the same model. I couldn't count the number of hours I had spent on my knees in front of his chairs worshipping him, worshipping his cock. Sucking him, licking him, gagging as I came with his cock in my mouth. Sometimes I would walk by a chair like that in an office building and my pussy would clench, my body conditioned by him.

I walked into the room, and he turned to look at me. He was older, but still had the same body, big and broad with a bit of a belly, big, hairy, and commanding. He wasn't conventionally good looking, but he always had beautiful women on his arm. It helped that he was rich and successful, and that always drew women to him. He loved the young, virginal, graceful eye candy type of woman that he could take places and show off.

He looked at me, his eyes were heavy lidded and far away. I knew that look - he had been edging for hours, watching porn, touching himself, but not coming. He needed to come and he was beyond caring how rough he was or what he did to me to get there. He stroked his cock, eight inches, thick so thick, it was hard and the tip was leaking precum. He smiled when he saw me look at it and lick my lips, I looked away embarrassed at how obvious my need was.

He rolled his chair back, and motioned me over. I walked over and stood between his legs, fully clothed in my suit. He liked me to keep my clothes on, sometimes he tore them off, and sometimes he just pushed them to the side to get to a tit, or my pussy, or my ass. He told me he liked me looking like a whore whose body was just used, not like a woman who was carefully undressed by a lover. And when he put it like that, I liked it too.

He slid my skirt up until it was bunched around my waist, and put his hand up against the silk of my thong. I knew what he would find, he did too. A soaked pussy, trembling for his touch. He smiled knowingly, and rubbed me through the silk, feeling my lips part. He scratched my clit with his nails and I moaned. He slid my panties to the side and slipped two fingers in hard. I was tight, and he pistoned in and out a couple times, and then pulled out. I cried out, I wanted, needed him so badly, but I knew it wasn't going to be about what I wanted, and why did that make me wetter?

'Kneel, cunt'. His voice thick with the need to release. I knelt, he ripped my jacket off, reached into my top, and grabbed my tits. I closed my eyes as he began rubbing his palms against my nipples, and then grabbed them between his thumb and forefingers. Pinching and twisting, watching my face as it went from pleasurable to too much, pulling back, and coming back harder again. He pulled my tits out of the front of shirt and left them laying there. Red, the nipples hard. 'Look at you, just sitting there like my personal whore, about to come because I touched your nipples'.

I didn't look up, because all I could do was stare at his cock, inches away from my face. 'Did you miss my cock', he growled. 'Yes' I said, but couldn't say it very loud. I was wet, I was horny, and yes, always a little ashamed at how needy I was. He leaned back and went back to watching his porn, the action getting heavier and harder, the girl squealing louder. I just waited, knowing that I was right where I needed to be, waiting until he took what he wanted.

Finally, he reached down, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved my head down on his cock. I was ready to take him, and after years of practice able to take him in one shot, so that my nose was buried in his pubes, my chin touching his balls. He kept me there for a bit and pumped into me, pulling me off, and then slamming my face back. I felt the length and hardness of him in my mouth, hardly aware of how hard he was fucking me. I was just so delirious to feel my mouth full of him again. To feel his hands on the back of my head, gripping hard as he face fucked me. Quick hard pumps, then he'd hold me trying to get into my throat. Me swallowing and gagging on his cock, as he groaned - 'That's it, whore. Let me feel you gagging on my cock.' Then he'd pull me off let me catch my breath, and go again.

I couldn't tell you how long he did that, I wasn't aware of anything but how good it felt to have him using me like that. I could tell he was getting close, and was getting frustrated that he couldn't get into my throat. He needed that final bit of control to get over the edge. But he knew what to do, he had my body finely tuned for his pleasure.

He slowed down, and pushed my head down on his cock slowly with one hand, and reached down for my tits with the other. He start twisting my nipples again. I moaned into his cock, and he grunted as he pushed my face down again. 'Touch yourself, make your self come'. He voice thick with the need to come.

I shoved my fingers into my cunt and then found my clit. It was engorged and sensitive and it almost hurt to touch it, but I start strumming it fast, feeling the waves of pleasure, feeling them build as he continued to slowly fuck my face. He knew exactly how to work my mouth with his dick to get me over the edge. He felt the trembling in my body as I got close, my whole body shaking, but specially my head. He groaned as he felt my head tremble and shake around his cock, and then he felt the orgasm roll over me. He dropped his hands knowing how I came, how I lost myself on his cock - he liked to watch me do it all on my own. As my orgasm starting rolling over me, I shoved my mouth onto his cock, pushing deeper and deeper. All I wanted was to feel his cock deep in my throat as I came, my gag reflex disappeared and his head popped into my throat.

I kept touching my clit, keeping the waves going, pushing his cock deeper into me, my head and throat spasming around his cock as I came. 'Ohh yeah that's it. You need my cock to come, don't you, you dirty little whore. Look at you, pushing my cock down your throat. I can feel you coming around my cock. Take it deeper, bitch, deeper. Unnghh'. I stayed there for what felt like forever, feeling myself tremble and shake around his cock. I hadn't come like that in months. Since the last time he wanted me.

As my orgasm slowed down, I lifted my head up and looked up at him, asking for permission. He nodded, 'Make me come'. I started slow. Ran my tongue around his head, sucked it in, licked up and down the shaft, I wanted to savor him, I had no idea how long I was getting him for today. I never did. Until he lost patience, grabbed the back of my head and said 'Make me come, cunt'. I wrapped a hand hard around his base, and swallowed him down. Gripping hard with my hand, sucking hard with my mouth, moving hand and mouth together in a way that all he felt was warm, wet, pleasure until finally he grabbed the back of head, pushed into me, grunted loudly as he came - hot, salty and so so good. 'Swallow it all, this is what you wanted isn't it? Take it'. I swallowed greedily and kept his cock in my mouth, until he pushed my head of. 'Fuucckk, still the only one who can make me come with a blow job'.

And this is why I knew I would always get a call. I still remember him telling me years ago that I could stop, he never came with blow jobs anyway. But then the combination of how much I loved sucking his dick, how rough he could be with my mouth, and way I had learnt to move my mouth, made him come. I remember how shocked he was the first time it happened. There would be other women, the graceful trophy wives he treated gently and took out in public, but when he need to come hard and rough in a warm wet mouth, it was always going to be me.