The following is a completely fictional story.
"Cocksucker needs aggressive men to fuck my face."
That was the entirety of my profile on the Fuck My Face app. The app promises to find guys who want to plow their cocks into eager young throats like mine. It lets you know when guys looking for sex are nearby. It uses the GPS to show where everyone is, supposedly accurate to within a few feet of their real life position.
I arrived at the mall at 9 a.m. looking to buy a new pair of jeans and thought I'd give the app a try for the first time, just to see what happens. I activated the app and suddenly I'm looking at a map of the area with dots on it representing people who are looking for cocksuckers to facefuck.There's several dots near me, which I thought were in the mall, but it's a little hard to tell. So I got out of my car and walked toward the mall, cell phone in hand.
I entered a side entrance and one of the dots looked very close to me on my left. I took a few steps forward and the phone vibrated. I got a message indicating a user was near me. I looked over and the only person I saw was a guy standing behind a register at some little store I've never heard of that sells clothing and jewelry. The guy looked to be in his late twenties, white, six foot, with a goatee. His t-shirt showed off his lean but muscular arms, with black tattoos running down the left arm. He looked at his cell too and then looked at me.
I walked into his store. I didn't know what to say. What if I was wrong and this wasn't the guy it's leading me too? I stopped in the middle of the small store and we looked at each other a second. Then he put his phone down and his hands went down below the counter to his pants.
I took a few steps closer until I'm right up on him and can see over the counter. And that's when I saw he'd undone his pants and pulled out his cock. It was soft but it was still a nice length and girth. Suddenly I forgot where I was at or what I was doing, I just wanted his dick in my mouth. I could see it growing, getting harder in his hand as he reached over and opened the counter door, never taking his eyes off me the entire time. He stared into me, I could feel the intensity, the lust, how much he wanted to feel my hot mouth around his dick. It was like I was in a trance as I walked back behind the counter. I got on my knees and crawled underneath it, while watching his cock stiffen. I wanted it in my mouth so bad.
He took a step up putting his dick right on my lips, looking down at me. I opened my mouth, begging for his cock without saying a word. I felt his hand firmly dig into my hair and grab the right side of my head. He forcefully pulled my head forward, his hardening cock slid into my anxious mouth. It went deeper and deeper until it filled my throat. I wrapped my lips around his dick as he pulled my head back and forth slowly. His cock was rock hard as he forced my mouth back and forth on his shaft with the subtle movement of his arm. He didn't make a sound. I glanced up to see he wasn't looking down anymore.
And then I remembered where I was at. This man was using my mouth in the middle of a mall! People where walking by never knowing that my lips where wrapped around his dick. The thought made my cock swell. He was masterful. Shoving it in at just the right speed that I didn't choke. A completely quiet facefucking.
Then I heard something, and he stopped pulling my head back and forth. "Is there anything I can help you find?" I heard him ask, his dick still in my mouth.
"No, just looking," I heard a young female voice answer.
A customer was in the store! He couldn't risk moving his arm while someone might be watching, but he was pressed up against the counter so no could seem him from the waist down. His hand was still on my head. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to, but I couldn't help it, I started bobbing back and forth on that glorious hard cock on my own. I deepthroated him quietly, taking him in until my nose pressed up against his pubs. His hand tightened around my head holding me down. I think he was turned on by being sucked off while a customer was there. Maybe he imagined that it was her slender young throat his cock was buried in. Regardless I loved him using me. I became his under-the-counter cockwhore. He let go and I feverishly went back and forth on his cock.
"I'll take this," I heard the girl say. Her voice was close, she was right above me putting her item on the counter. Then suddenly I felt his hand grab my head again and shove me all the way down. I took him all in and suddenly I felt his throbbing cock shooting cum down my throat at that instance.
"Oh" he exclaimed, inhaling sharply as he came. He exhaled and said "...Of course" trying to act natural as he continued to cum. "That'll be $4.02," he said. His arm left my head as I assume he was bagging the item and taking her money.
"Come again," he said loudly, indicating she was probably walking away.
He slid his cock out of my mouth and opened the register. He rubbed his semi-hard cock on my face as he put money in the cash drawer. He looked down on me and smiled. He then put his cock back in his pants. Without saying a word, I got up and let myself out, leaving the store, trying to hide my giddiness over what just happened.
Wow! I never dreamed I'd do anything like that. I was shaking with excitement and a bit of anxiety, fearing I was going to get in trouble somehow. I walked it off going to my destination, taking deep breaths to calm myself down, telling myself no one knew what I'd just done.
Minutes later I arrived at the department store and was calm by the time I got to the jeans section. I tried to push thoughts of facefucking out of my mind as I found a pair of jeans that was my size. I went over to the girl manning the dressing room and got a little door hanger with the number of clothing items I had (one) to put on the door. The locks were busted so they couldn't lock them any more, she told me.
I put the door hanger on the door and closed it behind me. The dressing room was sturdy, but made of wood, and the walls and doors reached from the floor up to maybe a foot over my head. It was a few feet wide and deep with a body-length mirror on the door and a plain wooden bench that was the same color red as the doors and walls.
I tried on my jeans and they fit and looked alright. My regular pants where sitting on the floor. I took the new ones off and sat down on the bench to fold them back up when I heard a vibration from my pants, obviously coming from my phone. I didn't think much of it, I'd check it in a minute, it could just be a text for all I knew.