Extract from Plaything

I sat forward as he unzipped himself and rather casually pulled out a good double handful of genitals from his trousers, then moved to push them up close to my face. His cock was stubby and thick, smelling faintly of meat and garlic where he'd been handling it. It also smelt of man and I found myself licking my lips at the prospect of sucking it. I reached out and took the shaft, feeling the hard, rubbery flesh and the thin skin over the solid central column. The glans was big, disproportionately so, a great, fat purple-red thing with the hole already wet with bubbles of fluid.

I opened my mouth and leant slowly forward, allowing the obscene thing to fill the cavity until it bumped against my tongue. My lips closed on the fleshy meat of the foreskin and I began to suck. His hand came down on the back of my head, gently but firmly, keeping me in position should I attempt to tease or go back on my offer.

Nothing was further from my mind. I was revelling in the taste and feel of cock and determined to get the most out of it, right to the point of having my face covered in his come. As his balls were out I ringed them between finger and thumb, wanting to feel them jerk and pull when he came over me. They were big and squirmed in his scrotum as I massaged it, drawing a deep groan from him.

As I got down to the task of sucking him off I glanced sideways to look at Wendy. She was watching me, her mouth open in shocked delight, her hands below the level of the table, probably sneaking a feel of her thighs or even her pussy. Seeing my attention she stuck her tongue out, then lifted her hands to smack a finger against her palm, indicating what she thought should happen to me for being so dirty. She was right. Nothing would have done me more good at that instant than a good spanking, although it wouldn't have stopped me sucking men off, just the opposite. For a while I watched her eyes as I sucked, taking as much pleasure in the fact that she was watching me as in the penis I was working on.

He was rock hard in my mouth and making odd grunting noises. I knew it couldn't be long, so started to pull back, intent on aiming his cock full in my face so that he'd come over me. Most men resist at that point, and if he'd just grabbed my head and forced me to take it down my throat, then I'd have done my best to swallow and that would have been that. He didn't, but let me pull away and adjust my grip so that I could pull at his shaft properly.

It was going to happen at any second, and I had my eyes half-shut in preparation while I was already thinking of the hot, slimy feeling of a face-full of male come. His hand closed on his cock, pushing mine away. A lot of men prefer the control of their own hand at the crucial moment and I knew he was coming. My mouth was wide to receive his sperm as I closed my eyes tight, then something hot and wet splashed against my nose and lips and I knew he'd done it. A gloriously dirty feeling hit me as the come landed over my face and in my mouth and I gaped wider still, eager for more. It didn't come, and as his balls twisted in my hand I opened my eyes in surprise.

What I saw was his penis, long and glistening with my own saliva as a great gout of sperm erupted from the tip, directly over the slice of apple tart he had picked up from the table. Wendy gave a shocked giggle and I managed a cry of protest, but he took no notice, milking his erection out over my dessert until it was liberally topped with long streamers and fat blobs of off-white come.

I could only gape in mingled disgust and ecstasy as he finished off the last few drops of come over my pudding. It was all too obvious that I was supposed to eat it, and as the long streamer of come that was hanging from my nose broke and fell onto my jeans I knew I was going to do it.

'Bon appetite!' he declared happily and offered me a dessert fork.

I took it with numb fingers and pressed the edge to the tart, cutting off a small, ladylike mouthful with only a little come on it. Then, looking up at both of them, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, popped the disgusting mouthful inside and began to eat. The taste was odd, sweet and salt at the same time but by no means unbearable. It was not that, but knowing what I was doing that got to me. I was eating a dessert that had been deliberately ruined by a man coming on it. Eating a man's come makes me feel submissive to him anyway, but this was stronger, both because I had to do it myself and because he was watching me. So was Wendy, wide eyed and blushing as I swallowed my first mouthful and cut off a second piece.

The patron laughed and briefly pulled my head around so that he could wipe his cock in my hair, then leant back against the wall to watch. I ate it all, every last mouthful, taking the least filthy bits first and leaving the tip of the slice until the end. That had caught the full mass of his ejaculation and was thick with spunk. I gagged a bit as I put it in my mouth, but managed to swallow after chewing for a bit to really get the full experience out of what I'd been made to do. As that last, slimy mouthful slid down my throat I sat back, feeling strangely triumphant, extremely submissive and very, very excited.

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