The Little Prince

Chapter 1: Protein Shake

It’s an unusually sunny day in London, finally a break from the gloomy weather. The morning sunlight shines a yellow light on the old buildings. It’s still pretty early so the streets are empty in this part of town. Nobody’s around to hear me gargling on this stranger’s cock.

We’re hidden between a parked car and a tall hedge while I sit on my knees and swallow this guy whole. I was on my morning run when I saw this dude stumbling down the street. He had been out drinking all night and was finally coming home. But I could see he was getting hard watching me run shirtless. My muscular body always had my tits bouncing when I run.

So naturally I circled back. Now he’s slamming his uncut cock down my throat and calling me his bitch.

“Like that, don’t ya slut?” His voice is deep, a drunken aggression in his tone.

I try to tell him I love it but only mumble with a mouthful of cock. He smirks at this and throws his head back as he thrusts into my throat. I roll my eyes back and feel the head of his cock push the back of my mouth and down my throat. One hand is stroking the shaft of his cock while my other pulls on his low-hanging balls. I can tell by his grunting that he likes having his balls tugged.

I bob my head up and down, forcing his juicy cock all the way into my mouth. He puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes, losing himself to the pleasure. I smile to myself and decide to work his dick harder. I go all the way down on his cock and hold it, choking on its size and trying to breathe around it. His cock throbs inside me as he moans involuntarily loud. He must’ve forgotten how public we are right now because he doesn’t stop moaning as I fuck my own throat on his dick.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth and slaps it on my face. I can tell he’s trying not to cum yet. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, opening the camera app.

“Here,” I say. “Record it.”

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts. The guy happily grabs my phone and starts filming. He gives my face a few more slaps from his heavy cock before I stick my tongue out for more. He rubs his thick cock on my wet tongue as I slowly wrap my lips around the head. He moans in ecstasy and shoves his entire cock inside. I gag initially and struggle to catch my breath as he rams it down. We’re both noisey, between him grunting and exclaiming how good I feel and me gargling on his cock like a hungry animal.

I hear some voices down the street. They must be able to hear us. Or they’re about to.

“Oh fuck man,” the guy says I’m gonna bust.” He moans even louder than before, clearly too drunk to realize his surroundings. But I don’t care. I don’t live here, I don’t know anybody around. All I want is his hot load in my mouth.

He takes control of my head and fucks my throat like a fleshlight, squishing and splashing my spit everywhere. I look straight into the camera with puppy dog eyes as he brutally face fucks me. My eyes are bloodshot with tears streaming down my cheeks. My chin has a waterfall of saliva leading down my neck to my chest.

My mouth is filled with the taste of his precum, the sweet saltiness spreading along my tongue. He’s close. I grab his balls again and pull them down, returning my other hand to his shaft. This drives him nuts.

“Fuck yes,” he shouts. “Pulls those fucking nuts, boy.”

He grabs a fistful of my hair. His cock starts pulsing inside my mouth and I feel his balls tense up. My eyes roll back as I open my throat completely, taking the entire length of his cock with each thrust.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” He’s loud enough for the neighborhood to hear. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

The head of his cock throbs as a huge warm load shoots down my throat. The taste of it sends goosebumps all over my body. He grunts like a madman as his cock continues to pulse in my mouth. His load becomes so big that I start choking on it. A bit of it comes out of my mouth and flows down my chin. I look back at the camera, knowing that’s a perfect shot.

I nurse his worn out cock, still red from the climax. I put it deep in my throat before pulling it out and wiping up the dripping cum and licking it up. The sensitivity of his cock sends shivers through his body; my favorite part. I smile and give a wink to the camera.

“Cheers,” I say, standing up and walking to the main road. The guy stays put with a dazed look on his face, drool hanging from his mouth --- and his cock.

I turn the corner to see an elderly couple on a morning walk. The looks on their faces tell me they heard the whole thing. I use my crumpled shirt to wipe the spit from my face and neck and flash the couple a winning smile.

“Morning,” I say with a wink. They stare back with disapproving looks as I continue my run, my body shining from the sweat of cock-sucking. I breathe in the morning air wondering what the rest of my day has to offer.

I pull out my phone and look at the video. I smirk at it before sending it to a number in my contacts: Daddy.