My New Story..... Wife Made Me Suck Cock

[Mr. Briggs]

The room dims further. The spotlight shifts, soft, warm, onto the four receivers lying back on thick, red cushions.

You included.

The other women are already moaning softly, their men starting to push inside them. One arches her back, trying to ease the stretch. Another grips her partner’s thighs and breathes in tight, shaking tension from her legs. It’s quiet — but it’s working.

Except for your side.

Your wife is calm. Slow. And absolutely in control.

Big D stands above you, fully hard now. Towering. Massive. The room feels smaller when he’s this close. You glance down, then up at her. Eyes wide.

Your wife leans in. Whispers against your lips.
“Don’t worry about the size, baby. Worry about what you’ll say when you take more than any of them.”

She takes his cock in both hands. Lubes him generously, stroking from base to tip. The sheer weight of it makes you shiver.

You whimper, “I can’t”

But she silences you.
“You can. And you will. This is your moment.”

She lifts your legs. Your hole already slick, ready, trained.
Then she kisses your temple and looks out at the room.
“Ready, ladies?”

The MC shouts, “Begin!”

The First Inch.
He presses in. Your body tenses.
You grip the cushions. You groan.
Your wife strokes your chest. “Shhh… it’s just the tip. Just breathe.”

A voice across the room calls out:
“Two inches!”
Another girl moans, “Three!”

You?
Your wife checks. Smiles.
“Two and a half,” she whispers. “But his are wider.”

Another girl yelps as her partner pushes in deeper.
“She’s at five!” someone shouts.

Your wife says nothing. She just works you open. Feeds Big D in like she’s guiding a sword through silk.

You pant. Sweat beads on your stomach.
Then she grips your cock.
“You’re hard,” she murmurs. “That’s my good boy. Stretching turns you on, doesn’t it?”

You nod, helpless.
You cry out — not from pain, but pressure. Fullness. Intensity.
Your wife kisses your knee.
“Look over there. She’s stuck. See her shaking?”

You turn your head. One of the women is clearly stalling. Her partner still halfway in. She’s grinding in place, not pushing further.

“She won’t make it,” your wife whispers. “But you? You’re going all the way.”

She nods to Big D. He presses deeper.

Six. Then seven.

You’re gasping now. Moaning. Cock twitching in her hand.

The MC is pacing, watching.
“She’s at six! Over here we’ve got seven!”
Then he looks your way.

“Ladies and gentlemen… eight inches taken! And still rock hard.”

The room erupts. Gasps. Disbelief.

One of the girls shakes her head.
“No way. That’s not real.”

Your wife?
She licks your chest.
“Oh it’s real. You should’ve seen the toys he trained with.”

The blonde from earlier stares in disbelief.
“Is he actually gonna?”

“Ten’s on the table,” your wife cuts in. “If he cums first, does that count double?”

You’re lost now. Floating. Full. Big D’s cock buried deep inside you. Your wife stroking you slow and firm. Your mouth is open. Whimpers spilling out.

Your wife leans in close.

“Let them hear you,” she whispers.
“Tell them whose cock you’re taking.”
“Tell them how good it feels.”

You groan, louder.
“Big D… he’s… so deep…”

She speeds up her strokes.
“Say it louder. Show them how my cock slut wins.”

You cry out as you cum. Hard. Thick ropes of cum splattering your stomach and chest. The room goes silent.

Then… Big D groans.

And explodes inside you.

The sound, the slap of his hips, the moan in his throat, your full-body shudder, it’s unmistakable.

The announcer steps forward.
“AND WE HAVE A FINISH!”

“Eight inches taken. Cum from both ends. Orgasm confirmed.”

No one else moved.

The other girls? Stunned. Silent. One covers her mouth. Another looks down, embarrassed.

Your wife doesn’t celebrate. Not like them.

She simply leans over your trembling body, strokes the cum across your chest like lotion, and whispers in your ear:

“Mine.”

 

[DickandDoof]

What should my next story be?

I’d like to see Lisa seduce Eric into becoming a cumslut for a black stud, who of course, is also her secret lover.

 

[LustyScribe]

The room dims further. The spotlight shifts, soft, warm, onto the four receivers lying back on thick, red cushions.

You included.

The other women are already moaning softly, their men starting to push inside them. One arches her back, trying to ease the stretch. Another grips her partner’s thighs and breathes in tight, shaking tension from her legs. It’s quiet — but it’s working.

Except for your side.

Your wife is calm. Slow. And absolutely in control.

Big D stands above you, fully hard now. Towering. Massive. The room feels smaller when he’s this close. You glance down, then up at her. Eyes wide.

Your wife leans in. Whispers against your lips.
“Don’t worry about the size, baby. Worry about what you’ll say when you take more than any of them.”

She takes his cock in both hands. Lubes him generously, stroking from base to tip. The sheer weight of it makes you shiver.

You whimper, “I can’t”

But she silences you.
“You can. And you will. This is your moment.”

She lifts your legs. Your hole already slick, ready, trained.
Then she kisses your temple and looks out at the room.
“Ready, ladies?”

The MC shouts, “Begin!”

The First Inch.
He presses in. Your body tenses.
You grip the cushions. You groan.
Your wife strokes your chest. “Shhh… it’s just the tip. Just breathe.”

A voice across the room calls out:
“Two inches!”
Another girl moans, “Three!”

You?
Your wife checks. Smiles.
“Two and a half,” she whispers. “But his are wider.”

Another girl yelps as her partner pushes in deeper.
“She’s at five!” someone shouts.

Your wife says nothing. She just works you open. Feeds Big D in like she’s guiding a sword through silk.

You pant. Sweat beads on your stomach.
Then she grips your cock.
“You’re hard,” she murmurs. “That’s my good boy. Stretching turns you on, doesn’t it?”

You nod, helpless.
You cry out — not from pain, but pressure. Fullness. Intensity.
Your wife kisses your knee.
“Look over there. She’s stuck. See her shaking?”

You turn your head. One of the women is clearly stalling. Her partner still halfway in. She’s grinding in place, not pushing further.

“She won’t make it,” your wife whispers. “But you? You’re going all the way.”

She nods to Big D. He presses deeper.

Six. Then seven.

You’re gasping now. Moaning. Cock twitching in her hand.

The MC is pacing, watching.
“She’s at six! Over here we’ve got seven!”
Then he looks your way.

“Ladies and gentlemen… eight inches taken! And still rock hard.”

The room erupts. Gasps. Disbelief.

One of the girls shakes her head.
“No way. That’s not real.”

Your wife?
She licks your chest.
“Oh it’s real. You should’ve seen the toys he trained with.”

The blonde from earlier stares in disbelief.
“Is he actually gonna?”

“Ten’s on the table,” your wife cuts in. “If he cums first, does that count double?”

You’re lost now. Floating. Full. Big D’s cock buried deep inside you. Your wife stroking you slow and firm. Your mouth is open. Whimpers spilling out.

Your wife leans in close.

“Let them hear you,” she whispers.
“Tell them whose cock you’re taking.”
“Tell them how good it feels.”

You groan, louder.
“Big D… he’s… so deep…”

She speeds up her strokes.
“Say it louder. Show them how my cock slut wins.”

You cry out as you cum. Hard. Thick ropes of cum splattering your stomach and chest. The room goes silent.

Then… Big D groans.

And explodes inside you.

The sound, the slap of his hips, the moan in his throat, your full-body shudder, it’s unmistakable.

The announcer steps forward.
“AND WE HAVE A FINISH!”

“Eight inches taken. Cum from both ends. Orgasm confirmed.”

No one else moved.

The other girls? Stunned. Silent. One covers her mouth. Another looks down, embarrassed.

Your wife doesn’t celebrate. Not like them.

She simply leans over your trembling body, strokes the cum across your chest like lotion, and whispers in your ear:

“Mine.”

OMG that is amazing!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Should I submit the Contest Part 1 and 2 as stories?

I don't like them as much. I feel they need something else or more.

 

[LustyScribe]

I would encourage you to submit ALL of this. They're hot!

 

[cumonkelly]

Loved reading your stories! Especially the first. Mostly because I could feel myself there in it. It was completely relatable for me due to a similar experience. I was even cheering you on! I would encourage you to publish them. I do think the first story does a better job of creating the intimacy between the couple as well builds on his desire as well as hers. The contest story was a little more fantasy where the first seemed very real. But the contest is still hot!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Loved reading your stories! Especially the first. Mostly because I could feel myself there in it. It was completely relatable for me due to a similar experience. I was even cheering you on! I would encourage you to publish them. I do think the first story does a better job of creating the intimacy between the couple as well builds on his desire as well as hers. The contest story was a little more fantasy where the first seemed very real. But the contest is still hot!

Thanks. The first one I worked hard on. Wanted to go deep into the emotions and nerves and excitement.

The second is just a draft. Sometimes when I'm writing i get too horny and rush to the end because my cock is in the way hahahha

 

[kLangleybi]

What a thread! What a turn on! Holy fuck but......... yes please! Mr Briggs, you win the internet. Hot as fuck!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

What a thread! What a turn on! Holy fuck but......... yes please! Mr Briggs, you win the internet. Hot as fuck!

You just made my day

 

[cumonkelly]

You just made my day

You made mine and probably everyone who reads this thread. I'm going to be thinking about this all day!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

You made mine and probably everyone who reads this thread. I'm going to be thinking about this all day!

That makes my day. Maybe i'll dig around and see if I have any other drafts lying around.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Here's a short start of one

The Sauna Fantasy
The sauna was nearly empty. Just the two of them and a couple of strangers across the bench, older guys quietly sweating and sipping water.

She leaned back against the wall, arms stretched, towel low on her chest. He couldn’t help but glance.

She caught it.

"Are you looking at her?"

He blinked. "What? No."

"The woman who walked by. You checked her out."

He shook his head, suddenly self-conscious. "No I didn’t."

She smirked. "You're a terrible liar. It's fine. She had a great body. I looked too."

He laughed, relaxing a little.

But then her voice dropped, just enough for only him to hear.

"You get like that sometimes. Like your cock has a mind of its own. You stare without realizing it."

He felt heat rise in his cheeks, and not from the steam.

"I don’t blame you," she continued. "But you know what I keep thinking?"

She looked across the room. Two new guys had entered, young, fit, wrapped in towels that clung low to their hips.

She nodded toward them. "If you're going to stare at someone... why not make it them?"

He swallowed.

One of the guys had a chest that looked carved out of marble, arms heavy and relaxed at his sides. The other smiled as he adjusted his towel, revealing just a hint of something thick and hanging.

"You wouldn’t, right?" she teased. "Not your thing?"

He didn’t answer.

Her eyes sharpened. "Wait... would you?"

Still nothing.

She leaned in, the towel slipping slightly down her cleavage. "Tell me. Which one would you choose if you had to?"

He stared at her, frozen.

She pressed closer, lips brushing his ear.

"I think you’d pick the one with the bigger cock. I think you’d be curious. You’d want to see how it feels. How it stretches you."

He exhaled sharply. His towel shifted, just slightly.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You're getting hard."

She pulled back, eyes wide, amused. "You like that. You’re actually turned on."

He looked down. The proof was there.

The guy with the big cock caught his eye across the room. He didn’t smile. Just watched.

She leaned back, smug. "Well. This just got interesting."

He tried to adjust himself, but the towel was already tented.

"You’ve been so quiet lately. Maybe this is what you needed. Something new."

He looked at her. She was studying him, hungry with curiosity.

"You know what would be really wild?" she said.

He braced himself.

"If we ask them to come over."

 

[jays78]

Here's a short start of one

The Sauna Fantasy
The sauna was nearly empty. Just the two of them and a couple of strangers across the bench, older guys quietly sweating and sipping water.

She leaned back against the wall, arms stretched, towel low on her chest. He couldn’t help but glance.

She caught it.

"Are you looking at her?"

He blinked. "What? No."

"The woman who walked by. You checked her out."

He shook his head, suddenly self-conscious. "No I didn’t."

She smirked. "You're a terrible liar. It's fine. She had a great body. I looked too."

He laughed, relaxing a little.

But then her voice dropped, just enough for only him to hear.

"You get like that sometimes. Like your cock has a mind of its own. You stare without realizing it."

He felt heat rise in his cheeks, and not from the steam.

"I don’t blame you," she continued. "But you know what I keep thinking?"

She looked across the room. Two new guys had entered, young, fit, wrapped in towels that clung low to their hips.

She nodded toward them. "If you're going to stare at someone... why not make it them?"

He swallowed.

One of the guys had a chest that looked carved out of marble, arms heavy and relaxed at his sides. The other smiled as he adjusted his towel, revealing just a hint of something thick and hanging.

"You wouldn’t, right?" she teased. "Not your thing?"

He didn’t answer.

Her eyes sharpened. "Wait... would you?"

Still nothing.

She leaned in, the towel slipping slightly down her cleavage. "Tell me. Which one would you choose if you had to?"

He stared at her, frozen.

She pressed closer, lips brushing his ear.

"I think you’d pick the one with the bigger cock. I think you’d be curious. You’d want to see how it feels. How it stretches you."

He exhaled sharply. His towel shifted, just slightly.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You're getting hard."

She pulled back, eyes wide, amused. "You like that. You’re actually turned on."

He looked down. The proof was there.

The guy with the big cock caught his eye across the room. He didn’t smile. Just watched.

She leaned back, smug. "Well. This just got interesting."

He tried to adjust himself, but the towel was already tented.

"You’ve been so quiet lately. Maybe this is what you needed. Something new."

He looked at her. She was studying him, hungry with curiosity.

"You know what would be really wild?" she said.

He braced himself.

"If we ask them to come over."

More. Give me more!!!

 

[joepiko]

Mr Briggs you certainly made my precum start to flow with the first story.
I love having a woman hold a cock for me to suck. Will happen for me tomorrow at 4. I bet she will love this thread too. Maybe she will comment.

 

[joepiko]

We had a great session on Wednesday. I suggested we share his cock. We loved on it for a while, sharing the tip and sliding our tongues alongside his length. Meeting at the top with intertwined tongues. We got into a side lying triangle, with her clit in my face with him sucking on me. After six or so deep spasm orgasms on her part, we took a break and I discovered he had cum whilst I was fucking his mouth. She’s an expert at giving head, so I wasn’t surprised. It was just now my turn. He and I got into a 69 with her behind me stroking my face and sticking her fingers in my mouth as I sucked him. That sent me over the edge and it was a long body shuddering event squirting my cum into his eager mouth. Her whispering encouragement into my ear really set me off.

 

[nassauguy_2001]

Here's a short start of one

The Sauna Fantasy
The sauna was nearly empty. Just the two of them and a couple of strangers across the bench, older guys quietly sweating and sipping water.

She leaned back against the wall, arms stretched, towel low on her chest. He couldn’t help but glance.

She caught it.

"Are you looking at her?"

He blinked. "What? No."

"The woman who walked by. You checked her out."

He shook his head, suddenly self-conscious. "No I didn’t."

She smirked. "You're a terrible liar. It's fine. She had a great body. I looked too."

He laughed, relaxing a little.

But then her voice dropped, just enough for only him to hear.

"You get like that sometimes. Like your cock has a mind of its own. You stare without realizing it."

He felt heat rise in his cheeks, and not from the steam.

"I don’t blame you," she continued. "But you know what I keep thinking?"

She looked across the room. Two new guys had entered, young, fit, wrapped in towels that clung low to their hips.

She nodded toward them. "If you're going to stare at someone... why not make it them?"

He swallowed.

One of the guys had a chest that looked carved out of marble, arms heavy and relaxed at his sides. The other smiled as he adjusted his towel, revealing just a hint of something thick and hanging.

"You wouldn’t, right?" she teased. "Not your thing?"

He didn’t answer.

Her eyes sharpened. "Wait... would you?"

Still nothing.

She leaned in, the towel slipping slightly down her cleavage. "Tell me. Which one would you choose if you had to?"

He stared at her, frozen.

She pressed closer, lips brushing his ear.

"I think you’d pick the one with the bigger cock. I think you’d be curious. You’d want to see how it feels. How it stretches you."

He exhaled sharply. His towel shifted, just slightly.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You're getting hard."

She pulled back, eyes wide, amused. "You like that. You’re actually turned on."

He looked down. The proof was there.

The guy with the big cock caught his eye across the room. He didn’t smile. Just watched.

She leaned back, smug. "Well. This just got interesting."

He tried to adjust himself, but the towel was already tented.

"You’ve been so quiet lately. Maybe this is what you needed. Something new."

He looked at her. She was studying him, hungry with curiosity.

"You know what would be really wild?" she said.

He braced himself.

"If we ask them to come over."

Great stories Mr. Briggs!!! I am surprised that it took you so many years to put "pen to paper" as us old folks call it! Please do continue!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

The story is live https://www.literotica.com/s/wife-made-me-suck-cock

Let me know if I should submit the cock sucking contest too?

 

[LustyScribe]

The story is live https://www.literotica.com/s/wife-made-me-suck-cock

Let me know if I should submit the cock sucking contest too?

Yes, absolutely! I'm saving them all in my Favorites when you publish them!

 

[Morton81]

Mr Briggs you certainly made my precum start to flow with the first story.
I love having a woman hold a cock for me to suck. Will happen for me tomorrow at 4. I bet she will love this thread too. Maybe she will comment.

Will you give a follow-up of how this went. I know I'd like to read it.

 

[BiCanuckGuy]

Great writing, I jerked to the original story last night, looking forward to more fun tonight

 

[lc69hunter]

Well written, and very erotic

 

[joepiko]

Will you give a follow-up of how this went. I know I'd like to read it.

I did, Morton, it’s under the Mr Briggs comment. It was amazing. I’ve heard from her today to make sure we are on schedule for tomorrow.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Well written, and very erotic

Thanks

 

[Smoothshavendad]

The story is live https://www.literotica.com/s/wife-made-me-suck-cock

Let me know if I should submit the cock sucking contest too?

This left me absolutely dripping! So unbelievably hot!

 

[pntyhseluvr]

Update: The story is now live. You can read and save it here https://www.literotica.com/s/wife-made-me-suck-cock

Hey Everyone. Just sent in my new story. It only took 21 years to write my second story.

I've heard Lit is backed up on approving stories. Eager to get some feedback here is the beginning of the story.

Wife Made Me Suck Cock

Wow. 21 years since my first story. It's wild to think how much can change, and how some hungers never go away. If anything, they grow deeper, sharper, more honest with time. This is a story for all the friends I've made here on Lit. You know over 21 years my hunger for cock would only grow. Enjoy.

My name is Eric. My wife, Lisa, is everything. Smart, sharp, fit as hell, and more confident now at 45 than she was at 28. We've always had great sex, dirty talk, late-night confessions whispered half-drunk in bed. And while I'd always been the one to push boundaries, lately Lisa has been guiding them. Which brings me to this night.

It started at our favorite sex shop. We'd bought plenty there over the years, and the owner, Dan, always gave us that sly smile. He knew who the toys were for. He'd watched us blush, then return. Watched us shift from shy shoppers to something bolder.

That night, Lisa was in heels and tight jeans. I was buzzing with nerves and excitement as we browsed. We were about to ask Dan about a new toy when he leaned over the counter and said, "You two always come in here, but you've never visited our private area downstairs."

Lisa tilted her head. "Private area?"

"VIP booths. Discreet. Clean. You can watch scenes, play with each other, or just enjoy the room. Tell you what, I like you two. Take a new toy if you want, but skip the shopping. Go enjoy the booth. One hour. On me."

Lisa grinned and looked at me. "What do you think?"

I nodded, trying to play it cool. But my heart was already racing.

We walked downstairs. The hallway was dim and carpeted. We passed two closed doors, then found ours, Room 4. Inside was warmer and more inviting than I expected. A plush bench, a huge TV, mood lighting, water, wipes. Cozy. Private. Almost too clean.

The room was smaller than I expected, clean and plush. A long bench lined the far wall, a massive screen dominated the front, and soft LED strips glowed along the baseboards. Lisa walked in first, heels clicking on the polished floor. She looked so good in her tight jeans and black top. Confident. Curious.

I followed, a bundle of nerves and anticipation. We hadn't planned this. And that was what made it hot.

She flopped onto the bench, crossed one leg over the other, and picked up the remote. "Let's see what kind of filth Dan stocked this place with."

The screen lit up with a carousel of categories.

Lesbian. Big Boobs. Amateur Couples. Blowjobs. Public Play. BDSM. Dirty Talk. Butts. Threesomes.

Lisa raised an eyebrow. "You always did have a thing for big butts."

I grinned. "You have a big butt."

She smirked. "Exactly."

She scrolled further.

Cream Pies. Voyeur. Toys. MILFs. Feet.

"Mmm, what about MILFs? Should we see what the competition looks like?" She gave me a wink and kept scrolling. Then paused.

Strap-on.

"Ooh," she said slowly. "Strap-on section." Her voice changed, low and playful, a little sing-songy. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Does my baby want to watch some strap-on action?"

I swallowed. The word strap-on always had that effect. Especially when it came from her lips.

She clicked. Thumbnails filled the screen. Dommes in leather. Curious girlfriends on hotel beds. Shy husbands on all fours. One caught her eye, a curvy brunette with a soft belly, strapped into a thick black dildo, easing into her man while whispering in his ear.

Lisa let out a low whistle. "Oh, this one looks good."

The scene started. Slow strokes. Heavy breathing. Her hips grinding against his ass while her hands caressed his chest.

Lisa turned to me, eyes playful. "Recognize that look on his face?"

I laughed, but it came out shaky.

She patted her lap. "Come here. Sit next to me. Let's watch together."

I sat, pulse racing. The woman onscreen cooed something we couldn't hear, then pushed deeper. Her partner whimpered, back arching.

Lisa leaned in. "You remember your first time?" she whispered.

I nodded.

She smiled. "Tell me the line. The one you said you jerked off to for years."

I hesitated.

She stroked my thigh through my jeans, slow and rhythmic. "Say it."

My voice came out low. "You asked me if I was ok. You were taking your time making sure it didn't hurt. I told you it felt great and asked for more. You laughed and said somebody has a greedy cock-hungry ass, I'm already balls deep babe."

She bit her lip. "God, I love that line."

She turned back to the screen, still stroking my leg. "You were so nervous. But your body knew. It opened up like it had been waiting."

I swallowed hard.

She reached up, undid the top button of my jeans. "Do you still get that ache? That stretch-hungry feeling?"

I nodded.

"Good," she whispered, pressing her lips to my neck. "Because watching this makes me ache. I might need to strap one on again. Bigger this time. Something new. Something that makes you forget every toy we've ever owned."

The woman onscreen moaned louder. Her dildo was halfway in now, thick and glistening. Her partner's eyes were wide, mouth open in pleasure.

Lisa's hand drifted over my bulge. "Mmm. You're already hard."

"Can you blame me?" I whispered.

"No," she said. "But I can push it."

Her hand slowed to a teasing pace, just enough pressure to keep me hard but wanting.

"You know what I always loved?" she purred. "When I strap it on and you look up at me like I'm the only thing you've ever wanted. That look like you'd beg me to go deeper even when you're already full."

She kissed my neck again. "What was your favorite part? Huh?" she whispered. "When I bend you over? When I hold your hips and fuck you like you're mine?"

I moaned softly. "When you whisper. When you make me say it."

Lisa smiled. "Say what?"

My throat was dry. "Say that it's yours. That my hole is yours."

She leaned in and whispered, "Remember when I made you suck it? I had you get it ready before I used it."

Her voice dropped, slower now. "I made sure I was wearing our realistic black cock. I always wondered what your pretty little lips would look like wrapped around a big black cock."

My cock pulsed hard against my jeans.

"Ohhhh," she whispered, glancing down. "Is this turning you on?" Her palm pressed over my bulge again. "Do you wish I had that strap-on here? That thick black one I made you worship before I slid it in?"

I groaned, unable to speak.

"You want that again?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"You want me to make you do it in front of someone? Or just whisper in your ear while you take it?"

"Yes. Anything."

Lisa didn't move her hand. Instead, she reached for the remote and started scrolling again.

"You know what? Let's look at something bigger."

She landed on Monster Cocks.

She selected a video. The screen filled with thick, hanging, impossibly hard cocks. Lisa leaned back, hand still on me.

"What do you think of these, baby?"

I swallowed.

She clicked to another video. A cock that looked unreal, thick and veiny, swollen with need. A man stood over a kneeling guy whose lips were parted, eyes glassy. The head of the cock tapped his cheek, smearing precum.

"God," Lisa whispered. "Look at the size of that. You think you could take it?"

I didn't respond.

She turned to me. "I bet you'd try. I've seen that look in your eyes. The one that says stretch me open and make me feel it for days."

My cock throbbed.

She reached under the waistband and wrapped her fingers around me. "Still hard. Even harder now. You like watching him get fed that cock? You imagining yourself down there?"

I nodded.

"Would you suck it if I told you to?"

I let out a sound. Not yes, but not no.

She leaned in. "You love making me proud. And if I said I wanted to see it, see that pretty mouth open for something thick and dripping, you'd do it, wouldn't you?"

I exhaled slowly.

She purred, "Watching you on your knees. That same stretch... but in your throat instead of your ass."

Then came the knock....

Fuck I’m so hard!! I need part two