The Real Cocksucker
on my knees... cum dribbling down my lips... the man who has no idea who I am so pleased by my skills says, "Wow baby you sure know your way around a cock! You always get me off! You’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever known!"
I find myself saying in my now very sweet feminine voice, "Thank you honey, I just want you to be happy!"
"Oh you make me SO happy babe! You can wrap your lips around my cock every night, I don’t even mind paying you for it you’re that good!"
"Same time tomorrow sweetie?"
"You know it!"
I hate that I can’t tell him who I really am… He has no idea that I’m that guy who called him a cocksucker in a bar, laughing in his face like it was nothing… How was I to know his girlfriend would leave him? How could I know he’d turn to escorts and whores? And how the hell could I know the universe would balance out the whole thing by turning ME into HIS FAVORTE COCKSUCING WHORE?!?
...and how could I know I’d be so GOOD at sucking his cock? That I would like the taste of his cum…
…that I was meant to be a cocksucker…