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I heard the elevator bell ding and the doors slide open. I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway and pause outside my door. I saw the pillow case brighten with light from the hallway. Then, it went dark. I heard steps approach me. Then, I heard a whisper by my right ear. 

“You ready to suck a real man’s dick?”

 “Yes, sir,” I said nervously. 

“The one who bred your pussy last night told me I could use you any way I want for the next hour,” he said, still whispering. 

“It is my privilege to serve him, sir.” 

“Good, let’s start with you taking my clothes off. Be neat about it too. I don’t want to have to search all over to find them when I am ready to go,” he whispered.  

“Aye, Sir,” I said as I reached out to find him with my hands. Finding his feet, I untied his shoes. I could feel that the laces were thin; the soles, hard; and the leather, smooth. I figured they were dress shoes. He sat on the edge of the bed, so I could lift each foot and remove the shoe. I slipped off his socks and put them into the matching shoe. I placed the shoes with socks tucked into them under the nearby armchair.

Turning back to him, I felt my way up his legs to his waist and felt a belt, so I loosened it. I felt of his shirt. It was tucked, so I pulled the shirt tails from his pants. It was buttoned down the front, but I felt no tie. I felt the cuffs and released the buttons. Then, I opened the buttons along the front of the shirt from top to bottom. I slipped my hands under the shirt to slip it from his torso. My hands felt the heat of his body, the firmness of his chest, and the smoothness of his bare skin. He was shorter than me by about half a foot, and he felt thinner too. His chest, shoulders, and arms felt solid, muscular. His body felt smooth. Slipping the shirt down his arms, I turned and walked it to the armchair and wrapped it around the back of the chair, so it would not crease or wrinkle from folding.

I returned to my guest, and felt the clasp of his pants. The pants fastened with a slide and an interior button, which I released easily. Grasping the zipper, I lowered it. I slipped my hands inside the waist of the pants to lower them to his thighs. I felt his briefs as I lowered his pants. They were form-fitting and felt silky, so they were probably something like Rayon and Elastane. Then, he sat on the edge of the bed, so I could slide the pants off his legs. With the loose belt still in the loops of the pants, I laid them on the seat of the chair and smoothed the legs so they draped from the front of the chair. Returning to the bed, I did not find him where he had been sitting. 

“Come here, cocksucker,” he whispered from the head of bed. 

Following his voice, I crawled up the mattress. I felt his legs on either side of me. My fingers slipped up his thighs in search of his underwear, but I found none. The briefs I had felt a moment ago were gone. He wore nothing now.  

“Looking for these, boi?” he asked in a whisper as he lowered his briefs onto the pillow case over my head. The waist band crossed my eyes like a blindfold. I felt him pull it down in back and tighten them somehow, so they stayed in place. Then, he lifted the open end of the pillow case to expose my mouth. He pushed my head down and smacked my lips with his cock. 

“You’re gonna love sucking on this cock,” he boasted in a whisper. “But first, lick the tip to taste my precum.” 

I obeyed. The head of his cock was completely wet with precum. It tasted sweet and felt slippery and thick. I licked and felt his tip swell and release more. 

“Whoa!” I said in amazement. 

“That’s all you get of that for now. Lick my balls. If you are as good as your master claims, you may taste my precum again,” he commanded in his characteristic whisper. “He told me that precum really gets you going.” 

I slid down to his balls and drew a slow deep breath. I could smell his musk very clearly. Then, his hand pushed my face into his balls. My tongue darted out and licked his sack. It was hairy and a little salty. I rubbed my face on his balls while my tongue savored the flavor and licked it until all I could taste was his skin and my spit. I made sure to kiss his balls, suck on them lightly, and take them into my mouth. They were big. It was like trying to fit a whole egg into my mouth. I had to use my hands to help get each nut into my mouth. Try as I might, I could not suck either of them past my lips without fear of nicking them with my teeth. I did not want to hurt such luscious bull balls—especially when they were giving so much precum. As I slipped one ball and then the other into my mouth, I noticed that his sack was huge. It felt like it covered my whole hand—palm and fingers. Back and forth, I mouthed one ball, licked and sucked it, and the released it, so I could repeat with the other ball. Then, I made sure to lick and kiss his legs beside his balls. When I tried to lick behind his balls, I felt a light smack on the top of my head. I returned my focus to his balls. Near his shaft, my tongue felt something slippery. I recognized the taste. It was his precum. I imagined his precum drooling from his cock, so much that it ran down the shaft and had reached his balls. 

“Yes, boi, I told you if you were as good as he claimed, you would get more precum. Lick it up. You’ll love how hungry and horny it will make you.”

I slurped up all the precum on his balls and licked them clean. Finally, he told me to lick the shaft. Streaks of precum covered his shaft. The taste of it was intoxicating. I tilted my head to the side, so I could wrap my tongue around his shaft while sliding up and down it. His cock was thick, but I could not tell if it was thicker than Master’s, but sliding my tongue up and down the length of it, this cock was longer by an inch if not two. After a few strokes of my tongue, I started kissing his shaft. Kiss. Lick. Kiss. Lick. I was drooling, and so was his cock. Between his precum and my saliva, his cock was slippery wet in no time. He guided my mouth to his cock head and pressed down. I opened and drew his cock into my throat before closing my lips around his shaft. I heard him moan softly. 

My nose was in his full bush. His cock was in my throat, and I held still for a moment. My throat needed a moment to adjust to his length and girth. His cock poured precum. As I began to suck his cock, I felt more and more precum pouring into my mouth. I had to swallow often. As I sucked, I started to hear myself slurping and then, I heard myself whisper, “Oh my god, you taste so good.” 

I heard him whisper, “So I’m told, boi. Keep sucking. Soon, you will be drunk on my precum.”

I liked the sound of that, so I obeyed eagerly. He wasn’t wrong. In a few more minutes, I began to feel lightheaded. He seemed to know when it happened. He grabbed the sides of my head and whispered, “Oh no, you don’t, faggot. My cock’s not done with your throat yet.” 

He began bobbing my head up and down on his cock. Then, he held my head steady while he thrust his cock into my throat. He lifted my head away from his dick. He stood beside the bed and instructed me to lay across the bed with my head leaning off the mattress under his cock. When I was in position, he whispered, “Open.” 

My jaw dropped to open my mouth. He slipped his cock into my throat and proceeded to rock his hips. He thrusts drove his long thick cock deep into my throat. My spit and his precum lubed my throat, so his fucking my throat felt incredibly sensual. I could taste his precum, and my mouth was watering for it. His cock kept burping out loads of precum, and my mouth kept watering. I had to swallow often. His cock kept filling my mouth, and I had to swallow again.

“You love my precum. It makes you want my load. Doesn’t it?” He whispered. 

Master had instructed me to want to please this emissary as much as I wanted to please him himself. I grunted my enthusiastic response because his cock was fucking my throat. He moaned quietly, “ Yeah, you want my load in your throat, don’t you?”  

I grunted again and swallowed the copious mix of precum and saliva filling my throat. 

‘Oh fuck… I’m close, so get ready, cocksucker… You don’t want to spill any of MY seed,” his whisper trailed off. His thrusts became more urgent. His hands pressed hard against my chest, pinning me in place as his hips rocked with growing intensity. I could not swallow fast enough, often enough. The slime of precum and spit was spilling from my mouth and running up my face. His balls were slapping either side of my nose, and then, he drove in deep. 

I felt an explosion of salty goodness. I tried to swallow, but this position and his cock hindered me. I felt my mouth filling. I thought that because his precum was so generous that his load would be average at best, but maybe I was wrong. My lips and throat felt several long surges in his cock as he pumped his load into my throat. He seemed to shoot more pumps of cum than most guys. Finally, he backed off a little. 

“Swallow,” he commanded in a whisper. 

When he felt me obey, he pushed deeper again. I realized he was still cumming, but more slowly now. He backed off again and once more instructed me to swallow. When I obeyed, he began thrusting for a minute or so. Then, I felt his cock begin to soften, and he withdrew. 

He helped me sit up on the edge of the bed. I was unusually lightheaded. He told me to take some deep breaths, that I needed air. He lowered the pillow case over my face and removed his briefs from my head. 

“You like what my precum does to your throat.” 

“Oh fuck, yes, Sir.” 

“Would you like to feel my cock pouring precum into your pussy, faggot?”

I felt lightheaded again and excited. I remembered Master’s comment about liking the idea of His cum all over this guy’s cock. Eagerly, I answered, “Fuck… Oh damn. Yes, Sir.” 

“All faggots do. Too bad my hour is up. Your master was right about you.” 

“It is my privilege to serve him, sir.” 

“I gave you a lot of my seed, boi.” 

“Yes, sir, you did. THAT was also a privilege. Thank you.” 

“Oh, I didn’t do it for you, faggot. My girlfriend hasn’t taken care of me in a couple of days, so I needed to pump out that load.”

“It was my privilege, then, to serve you, sir.”

“Yes, faggot, it was. BTW, you swallowed a 3-day load of my spunk, so you’ll probably crave my cock in your ass.”

“Wait, what, Sir?”

“It happens. You’ll think about how good my cock felt in your throat and start to imagine how good it would feel breeding you.”

I wasn’t sure what to say at this point, and I could tell he was sitting in the armchair by now, probably putting on his shoes. 

“If that hap… no, WHEN that happens, look for me on the app. My screen name is cum geyser.”

“Aye, sir. He told me to do whatever you wanted, sir, so I will…”

He interrupted me mid-sentence, “No, faggot. This has nothing to do with him. You’re a cheating slut. You cheat on your husband. You’ll cheat on your master, so when you want cheat on him, you will submit to my cock. I’ll send you home to your husband with a gut full of my potent bi seed dripping from your pussy.” 

I was both insulted and turned on, “Aye Sir.” 

“I have to go now. Remember my screen name?”

“Cum geyser, sir.” 

“Of course you remember it. You’ll probably message me before morning.” 

I heard him walk toward the door. As I heard it swing open, I saw the pillow case over my head light and then dim. I heard the door close fully. 

I waited a moment and then asked if anyone was here. Hearing no answer, I reached up and removed the pillow case from my head. I checked the app and saw no messages. In fact, Master's profile appeared offline.

Parched from almost three hours of panting and groaning and sucking, I drank several glasses of tap water. I checked the app, and He was still offline, so I jumped in the shower to refreshen up. Drying off, I looked at the app and saw that Master had messaged me while I was showering. “Good job. He enjoyed himself. My seed is turning you into a slut…just like you wanted.” 

I replied, “Fuuuck, Sir. Thank you. It really is a privilege to serve You.” 

“I know. Too bad this one did not breed you while he was there.” 

“He gave me his screen name for the app, sir. Told me to message him when I wanted him to fuck me.” 

“Oh really? Well, I just might have you do that later. For now, be ready for another hookup to arrive in 30 minutes.”