After our first two meetings, I became BD's personal cocksucker. Our communication was strictly through email. Both of us were in relationships with women, so we had to keep our meetings top secret. BD's wife had lost interest in all sexual activity years ago but he still had the sex drive of a man at least half his age. I was more than happy to satisfy all his needs. He would email me with a time and place to meet him during my work week and I would drop whatever I was doing so that I could go suck his big cock.
Most of the time we would meet at the park and I would hop up into the cab of his F150 to devour his delicious dick. Sometimes we would take walks through the woods and I would talk dirty to him until he got so horny that he couldn't take it anymore and he would grab me by the shoulder before placing both hands on my head and pushing me down to my knees. My favorite part of this was unzipping his jeans and having his huge erection spring out and slap me on the cheek or forehead. He really liked that part too, and would sometimes grab his cock by its base and give me a few extra whacks across my face for good measure before I started kissing, slobbering, and sucking on his massive tool.
All of this took place over a period of three weeks. I felt like a bitch in heat every time I would get a new email notification from him on my phone. I went to Walmart on one of my lunch breaks and purchased two pairs of sexy girl panties that I would change into before our encounters. It just made me feel even sluttier to have a g-string stretching against my asshole while I was bent over sucking his cock.
I was working on some Excel spreadsheets at work on Friday of that third week when an email notification popped up from BD. I looked around to make sure no one was watching before covertly tapping the notification to open up his email on my phone. I expected a location and time like all the other emails he had sent, but instead, it was just one sentence:
"Let me know what you think about this:"
and there was an attachment. I tapped on it and a high-resolution photo slowly loaded up on my phone. It was a big hard cock, but it wasn't BD's cock. This cock looked slightly shorter than his but the shaft was curved and thick as a Coke can! It was so hard that the reddish-purple head looked like it was going to shoot cum at any second. I unconsciously licked my lips as my mouth started to water, and my dick started twitching and growing until it was throbbing in my pants. I quickly closed the photo and looked around once more to make sure no one in the office had seen me drooling over the picture of that monster cock.
I got up and went to the bathroom so I could look at the picture again and reply to BD. I sat on the toilet and pulled out my phone. "Damn," I said under my breath as I studied the dick pic once more. The curve was impressive and I tried to imagine what it would be like to suck it. I circled my lips with my tongue wondering if such a big, fat cock would even fit in my mouth.
Why was he showing me a pic of another man's dick? I tapped reply and wrote: "That looks like it needs to be sucked right away lol!". As I hit the send button I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that BD's email hadn't mentioned us meeting up so I could give him a blowjob that day.
I looked at my watch, almost lunchtime. As I stood up from the toilet to go back to work I looked down at my dick. It was throbbing from looking at the picture of that anonymous cock. I sat back down on the toilet, whipped out my dick, and pulled up the picture on my phone again. I couldn't stop staring at it as my free hand started stroking my engorged dick. Resting the phone on my knee, I stuck my thumb in my mouth and started sucking it as I stroked. Within a minute I felt my cock twitch and swell. I let out a small yelp and cupped my hand under the head to catch the stream of dick milk pouring into it.
Damn, I needed that. I don't usually eat my cum but I was soo turned on that I brought my hand up to my mouth and stuck my tongue into the gooey puddle in my palm before letting the whole load slide off into my mouth. It tasted ok but I preferred drinking it straight off the tap, (aka another man's cock). I swallowed and stuck out my tongue even though there wasn't anyone to show what I good cum eating slut I am.
I collected myself, exited the bathroom stall, and walked over to the sink to wash my hands. As I scrubbed I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked back to my desk and pulled out my phone. It was a new message from BD:
"Would you like to be the one who sucks it? I told my buddy Wayne about you, and he really wants me to introduce you to him. I completely understand if you're not comfortable with that, but after I told him about our meet-ups, he won't stop asking about you. Let me know, BD."
My face burned red with embarrassment. I felt betrayed that BD would tell anyone about our secret meetings. He had told me that no one else would know about me being his sexy little, panty-wearing cocksucker. As I sat there in silence for a few minutes my mind started picturing the Wayne guy's cock again. I knew from the first time I saw it that morning that I wanted to suck it, and despite BD revealing our encounters to another person, I did want to suck both of their dicks now. The thought of that started getting me horny again even though I had just made myself cum in my work bathroom less than five minutes ago. I glanced around the office before tapping the reply button:
"I can't believe you told your friend about me! Whatever happened to this being our little secret? I gotta say though, that is a really nice cock. I made myself cum from looking at it just now if you must know."
I hit send and an email came back from BD not five minutes later:
"I'm sorry, don't get your panties in a bunch lol. So you'll meet him then? He's got a cabin just passed LaCamas Lake on that road with all the potholes I took you to that one time. He'd like us to come up for the day tomorrow if you're free. He's a divorced retiree in his sixties. I promise that if you don't like him, I'll get you out of there right away, but I think you two are going to get along great. I know the weekend is usually not a good time for you, but if you're free, I'd love to take you. If not, no worries."
I smiled to myself as I read his invitation. How could I be mad at BD? He is such a good daddy to me, and despite him telling another man about our adventures, he seemed to always know what I like. The best part was my girlfriend was going on a girl's trip to Vegas that afternoon and wouldn't be back until Monday night so I had a couple days of freedom to be as slutty as I wanted. I replied to the email saying that I would like to go, but that I didn't want to wait until tomorrow to suck BD's cock. He replied back:
"Sorry baby, I'm all tied up at work for the rest of the day, but I'll meet you at the park tomorrow at 9 am and we can take my truck up to the cabin. The road is rough and I don't think your car would do very well. See you then, and don't worry about bringing anything. Wayne has everything we need to have a good time."
I was a little disappointed that I had to wait until the next morning, but it gave me something to look forward to for the rest of the workday. That night I could hardly sleep. My mind kept racing with excitement. Would I like Wayne? Did they have something planned for me? What exactly was going to happen? I edged myself while picturing all sorts of sexy scenarios until I finally drifted off to sleep.
I opened up my eyes to see the sun streaming in through my bedroom window. I could sense that it was already warm outside. The last few days the temperatures had been in the nineties. It was that magical time of the year in the Pacific Northwest where the weather is actually nice. I rolled over and looked at the clock. 8:35 am?! Shit, I had to leave to go meet BD! The drive would take me at least 25 minutes. I hurriedly threw on a pair of gym shorts, a tank top, and my flip-flops and headed out to my car. I thought about stopping to put on a pair of panties, but I didn't want to be late.
I pulled into the parking lot at 9:15 and saw BD's F150 was already parked there as expected. I hoped he wouldn't be mad at me for being fifteen minutes late. As I got out of the car I could see the silhouettes of two men in the truck. I gulped, feeling a bit nervous about meeting Wayne for the first time. The passenger door opened as I approached and a huge man climbed out. He was well over six feet tall with grey hair and had his polo shirt tucked into cargo shorts showing off a somewhat plump belly. He looked like your stereotypical grandpa. BD also got out and walked around the big truck until they were standing next to each other. Both men towered over my 5'9" frame, but I didn't feel intimidated. They were both smiling as I walked over to greet them.
"Running a little late are we?" said BD.
"I'm sorry," I said looking at my feet.