Note to reader. This story is part of a series that follows a straight married man's decent into submission and a growing obsession for cock. Along the way his wife discovers her own needs to express her alpha personality and helps him out. If you choose to read on, I hope you enjoy.
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It seemed like lunch time would never come. The memory of sucking my neighbors sweaty cock this morning was in 4K high definition in my mind. I could not stop thinking about how he felt my mouth. I needed to find an outfit like the woman in the video wore, if I wanted that hot hard cock in my mouth again.
I slipped out a bit early and headed to the Hustler store. They had a good selection of lingerie, but I could not find a good match for the two-piece ruffled nighty the gorgeous young lady wore. I was ready to move on when I noticed the huge variety of dildo's they had.
I found myself drawn in to the area comparing them to John's cock as I looked. I recalled the one John found in my wife Shelley's drawer. When I held it in my hand, I thought how huge it was compared to my five and a half incher. I thought I felt inadequate holding the dildo, but little did I know my neighbor John was every bit as big.
The mental image of him pounding my wife while she came in screaming ecstasy filled my head until it was replaced with the image of him in my mouth. I walked through the menagerie of artificial cocks and envisioned the times my wife pleasured herself with her oversize dildo. I wondered how she felt after that when we made love. Now she had John to satisfy her every Friday Night...
I got myself out of the store and headed for Victoria's secret. As I started down the road, I saw Shelley's car pass the other direction. She did not appear to have seen me. There was no luck at Victoria's Secret either, so I rushed back to work 13 minutes late from my lunch break.
My mind drifted back to the image of the woman from the video, how beautiful she looked in the lingerie and how eagerly she sucked that cock. Then it hit me, I was so occupied with my mission; I never ate lunch. My mind had me convinced, I could still taste his cum. Then as my stomach rumbled with hunger, I experienced my first cum burp. It was not pleasant and managed to put my mind back on track for work. I wolfed down a snickers to get rid of the taste and keep me going through my shift.
When I got to my car, the replay of this morning was back on the mental big screen and had my cock stiffening yet again. As I shopped, it disturbed me, just how arousing it was imagining wearing the lingerie for John and Shelley. I tried Macy's and several of the stores in the mall with no luck.
So, I went on line and found something similar at Fredericks of Hollywood. There were a couple stores in Dallas that had it in stock. I got home at almost 10 PM. I had spent over four hours to find the closest outfit for him. I remained in a semi hard state most of that time.
I actually had to stuff some tissues in my panties because pre-cum soaked through my scrubs. The outfit I found was similar in design but where hers was gossamer and frilly, the one I found was satin and not so transparent. But it had the same, small panty with three-inch integrated ruffled skirt. If a skirt could be three inches long. It also had a low cut short sleeved crop top with ruffled frill along the bottom and sleeves.
When I touched it and imagined the feel of the satin material against my cock and nipples, I knew I had to have it. I gladly paid the ninety dollars and could not wait to try it on for him the next morning. What was wrong with me, I wondered.
Shelley had a 12-hour midnight shift again and it seemed to take me forever to get to sleep. I was wearing a frilly hipster pantie with lace frill and cotton panel in front and my hard-on could barely be contained. I wanted to jack off badly but, a twisted part of me wanted to hold off and impress him with the amount of cum I would unload in my panties.
I woke ten minutes before my alarm. My shift was not until three, but he expected me to be there at the end of his morning run. The salty taste of his sweat mixed with his manly scent made it all the more exciting. I put on the lingerie and threw on some gym shorts and a T-shirt to cover them. I watched out the window with my cock semi hard waiting for him to return home.
My heart raced when he turned the corner and I was almost on his heals when he reached his front door. He looked back over his shoulder.
"Morning Stevie, you're an eager little cock sucker this morning. Did you get the outfit?" He asked smugly as he held the door open.
"Yes John," I replied cheerfully.
"You like wearing it don't you Stevie?" I stepped in and he motioned for me to stay near the front door.
"You're a little cock hungry slut aren't you Stevie?"
I hated that those words made my cock pulse. "Yes John."
He had made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. Then he positioned a chair with a view down the hall to the front door. Good, now strip down to your new nighty and drop to your hands and knees, like a good little cock whore, Stevie."
Shamefully, I did as command with a full hard-on, imagining his stiff sweaty cock in my mouth. I removed my shirt and let it drop, and then pushed my shorts down and off.
"Hold on Stevie, before you kneel and crawl to me, turn and let me see you," He said smiling. "Oh that's pretty Stevie. Look how hard that little clitty is. You have turned into a complete cock whore, haven't you?" he said spreading his legs.
He wore a pair of loose-fitting gray gym shorts and when he spread his legs, he revealed a pair of red boxer briefs with his cock bulge outlined down the left leg. I felt powerless to resist. I needed to feel that hard hot cock in his mouth again. Being called a cock whore only excited me more, and I dutifully dropped to all fours and crawled toward John.
My breathing quickened as I got closer. The thought of peeling of those shorts and uncovering John's man cock combined with the silk rubbing my boner had me on the verge of cumming already.
"Are you a cock whore Stevie?" He asked softly.
"Yes John," I whimpered.
"You feel pretty in that nighty, don't you?"
"Yes John, I do?"
"Do you want to cum in your panties with my cock in your mouth Stevie?"
I reached John and sat on my heels between his spread legs. "Yes John, I want to cum in my panties."
"A good cock whore begs for it Stevie." He said seductively.
"Please John! Let me suck you big fucking cock. I can't stop thinking about how hard and hot you were in my mouth. I need it please. I want to taste your hot cum knowing I made it happen." I panted as my heart raced.
"Do you think a pathetic whore like you deserves a man's cock Stevie?" He grinned and arrogant smile.
"No John, but I'll do whatever it takes. Please John, let me service your cock."
"I like you enthusiasm Stevie. Help me out of these shorts." He slid his ass to the edge of the chair.
I raised up and gripped his waist band on either side and began to peel down his shorts and underwear. First his dark bush came into view as I unwrapped my prize. His flaccid cock clung to his underwear from the sweat of his morning run. A wave of pleasure shot through me as he raised his ass, allowing me access to his manhood.
I stared at his dick longingly as I worked the shorts and underwear off and tossed them away. In awe of the fact that his limp cock hung over the edge of the chair a full two inches when my tip would not even touch the chair, I salivated at the sight of it.
"Can I please kiss it John?" I said looking longingly up at him.
He smiled. "You look so much like the girl in the video Stevie. Let's do this right."
He slid off the chair onto his knees with his torso upright and hips pushed slightly forward just like the man in the video. "Be the cock sucking sissy you were meant to be Stevie."
His cock hung down below his balls and I leaned in and extended my tongue. Then I raised the head with my tongue getting the salty warm sensation of his sweaty cock. The weight and warmth sent a tingle through me that nearly pushed me over the edge. The silk panties tickled my cock with every movement.
I opened my mouth to take him in and he slipped off my tongue. Then I quickly raised him again with my tongue and sucked his head into my mouth. The warm salty silky-smooth skin had my whole-body tingling and I moaned my approval. My tongue swirled against his cock as I sucked his length in feeling his balls against my lower lip.
In his flaccid state I could fit all of him in me and lapped my tongue at his wrinkled ball sack. I held his swelling cock in my mouth keeping my tongue in constant motion.
"That's it Stevie, worship it like the cock whore you are," He sighed and closed his eyes. I loved knowing I was responsible for his pleasure. I pulled out to his tip stretching his shaft and held him there tickling his sweet spot with my tongue. His eyes opened as he gasped. "Oh, that's so good Stevie..." He exhaled long and slow.
I pushed him back in struggling to touch his balls as he stiffened in my mouth.
"Daaaammmmmmnnnnn Stevie. Next t, time you, aahhhh, need her lipstick too. Oh fuuuck. That would loo, look so pretty." His eyes closed as I began to rock like the lady in the video, sucking his growing hard on and fucking him with my mouth.
I struggled to service him without letting my cock rub the silk panties, afraid I would cum too soon. It was so hot and huge; I couldn't believe how hard it could get. I loved the feel of his bulging veins against my lips and salty manly taste on my tongue. As I breathed through my nose, his musky man scent was too much. I was losing control...
"Oh, fuck Stevie, you got me fucking hard sweetie. You're gonna get your reward soon. Oh, Fuck, don't stop. Get ready to rub that little clitty sweetie.
It was too late. A taste of pre-cum washed over my tongue and my hips pumped like a dog in heat rubbing myself against the silk panties. I could barely hold onto his monster cock as my body spasmed in time with my throbbing cock. I whimpered on his cock as hot spunk pulsed into my panties in a wave of hot wetness.
"Don't you fucking st, stop you little cock whore!" he grunted. "You, oh fuck!" He took a huge gasp of air. "Came, to quick... Ahhhhh!" His raging hard-on began to spasm and he suddenly shoved me off as a blast of hot spunk hit my face.
I tried to take him back in, but he held me back and shot a second stream of his sweet nectar onto the floor. He pushed my forehead bending my head back and I watched helplessly as five more ropes of cum shot out onto the kitchen floor. He milked his cock, letting it all drop on the floor before shoving it back in my mouth to suck him dry.
After a moment he pushed me off again. "You don't deserve a cock like this you slutty little whore. You can't even keep from cumming in your panties and you didn't even touch yourself! Until you learn to control yourself, you'll need to get my cum from the floor like a little bitch dog. I want every drop licked up. Then you can suck your panties clean before you leave. Get to it Cock Whore!"
