It started out innocently enough. I was curious, that’s all.  I just wanted to know what it was like to suck another man’s cock. So I placed an ad online that simply stated that I was new to all of this and just wanted to try something new. I got quite a few responses but only one seemed to be safe enough. You see, I’m married and don’t want anyone to know about my “urges”. The ad was from another married man who said he was new at this too and that he would be gentle and help me out. I met him at his house while his wife was at work and we talked for a while before he started to undress me. When we were both naked he slowly guided me to my knees and I started to lick and suck his cock. It was actually kind of nice and he was really very helpful and kind. After a while he told me he was going to cum and when he did I swallowed his load and licked him clean. That was it. I was on my way home shortly after that and I felt good knowing that I had gotten this out of my system.

And then I got an email from him. You can probably guess what happened. He had filmed the whole thing with a nanny cam. I was now being blackmailed by this guy who I had trusted. He threatened to show my wife, my boss, and my friends if I didn’t do exactly what he wanted.

That’s how I find myself here on my knees 2 months later sucking this man’s cock for what seems like the hundredth time. His name is Bill and he’s quite a bit older than I am. I’m 43 and Bill is 66. He is a big powerfully built man. Standing over 6’3” and weighing in at 260 lbs he towers over me. His cock is huge. He made me measure it once and I was amazed to see it top out at 9 ½ inches. My own cock is only 5 inches and looks pathetic next to Bill’s.

He had texted me today and said to come over right away. It was Saturday and I had planned to spend the day with my wife but when my master calls I have to go running. I made excuses to my wife, Julie, and went straight over to Bill’s house. He was in the yard cutting the grass when I arrived and he told me to wait in his garage for him. I passed Bill’s wife, Ann, on my way to the garage and she said, “Hey the cocksucker’s here. Have fun today cocksucker and make sure you take good care of my husband’s cock for him. Swallow it all like a good little bitch.” She got in the car and left laughing the whole time. Yes, Bill’s wife knew about me. She thought it was hysterical and kind of hot that her strong husband had himself an on call cocksucker.

After 20 minutes or so I heard the lawnmower turn off and then Bill appeared pushing the machine into the garage. He closed the garage door and with no preamble snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor at his feet. I quickly dropped to my knees before him and began to undo his work boots. As I removed the first boot I was immediately assaulted by the strong odor of Bill’s foot. The ripe smell of old sweat and that tangy stale cheese odor were like a slap in the face. I quickly removed the other boot and both socks then began to unbutton Bill’s shorts. As I pulled the shorts down his muscular legs his huge cock popped free and smacked against my cheek. The smell coming from his crotch was almost has strong as his feet and I knew this would be a long afternoon.

When my owner was naked he walked into the house without a word to me and I was left to take care of his clothes. I put the boots on the mat by the door and the clothes into the laundry hamper then went into the kitchen where Bill was standing drinking a beer. I stripped off my clothes, everything except the pair of my wife’s panties I was wearing and went to kneel in front of Bill. He always made me wear my wife’s dirty panties to remind me of what I had waiting at home for me. It was more humiliating than you might think. Sucking a man’s cock is one thing but sucking it while wearing your wife’s used panties is a whole other story.

Bill sat on one of the kitchen chairs and said, “Left”. I knew what to do right away. I tenderly lifted his left foot and began licking at it to remove the sweat and foul odor. I held my tongue out wide and flat and used broad strokes over his smelly foot. I slowly licked every inch of it smelling and tasting the sweaty, nasty flavors with each swipe of my tongue. I hated this so much but was trapped and had no other recourse than to obey this strong bull of a man. I licked between each toe and sucked them all clean like they were tiny cocks in need of a good sucking. By the time I moved to the right foot my mouth smelled like the inside of Bill’s boots.

Bill lit a cigarette and leaned back to enjoy his beer and the ministrations of my licking, sucking mouth. As I finished his other foot, Bill snapped his fingers. This was the signal for me to move on to his crotch. His cock was soft and resting against his thigh. I gently lifted it with my right hand and began to lick his balls clean of the sweat that had built up there. Bill loved to have his balls licked so I worked at it for quite some time. I shuddered at the thought of how many hours I had spent over the past couple of months with my face buried in this man’s crotch. I cleaned his balls for him for over half an hour. Slowly licking and kissing his smelly sack until he stopped me by grabbing my hair and tilting my face back so that I was looking him in the eye.

“Need the toilet first”, he said and I almost cried at those words. Bill’s toilet was me. Or to be more precise, my mouth. This was something that Bill enjoyed almost as much as a good blowjob. Using me as his personal urinal. Bill never used the bathroom when I was around. He loved to piss into my open mouth and I knew I would have to fulfill that need right now.

Without hesitation I placed my mouth over the head of Bill’s cock and waited patiently for him to begin. He smiled down at me and said, “What the fuck kind of man are you? I mean you don’t even blink anymore. You just open up like a good little cocksucker and take anything my cock throws at you. You really disgust me you fucking toilet mouth faggot.” He sighed then and said, “Well, here comes your refreshing drink.” And began to piss into my waiting mouth. I was well practiced at this particular chore and knew to keep swallowing or risk spilling some of his piss. That would be a terrible mistake. I was never to spill a drop of any fluid Bill put into my mouth. The salty, bitter piss filled my cheeks and I continued to swallow to keep up with the massive flow. As the piss began to taper off I swallowed the last mouthful and kept the head of my owner’s cock between my lips. I knew better than to ever remove my mouth without Bill’s orders.

We sat like that for a few minutes. Me on my knees between his legs with his hardening cock between my lips and him sitting like a king above me, a smirk on his face showing his ownership over my body and soul. He smiled and said one word. “Suck” That was all I needed to hear and I took his entire cock in my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down. I felt the shaft harden to its full stiffness and I started to move my mouth over it in even strokes. Bill likes a long, slow blowjob and is thrilled with the fact that I can now take his entire length into my throat. I continue to deep throat my master plunging my mouth down balls deep with each forward thrust. My actions are those of a practiced cocksucker. I know better than to use my hands and it’s just my tongue, lips and throat that make contact with the enormous cock.

My eyes begin to water as they always do and I feel a deep blush rising in my cheeks. Even after all of the time spent with this monster in my throat I still get embarrassed. Bill loves that part and I hear him chuckle as he notices my shame. But I don’t dare stop. Even the slightest bit of rebellion would be enough to have Bill expose me for the pathetic cocksucking slave that I am. He cares nothing for me. Nothing for my life. He will only keep my secret as long as I perform for him like a trained animal.

So I suck. I suck his cock like a cheap whore, moaning and slobbering all over it just the way he likes. I lose myself in the act wallowing in the shame and humiliation of it all. I plunge my face repeatedly into the lap of a man I didn’t even know a few months ago. I know not to go too fast. Bill hates it when I shirk my responsibilities. That’s how he sees it. It’s my responsibility to keep his dick happy. My only purpose in life is to serve his cock. My wife, friends and family are secondary. My job means nothing. My only goal is to please this man’s cock. And so I do.

Until I hear a one word command. “Ass” says my master and I take my mouth from his cock with a loud pop. Bill rises from his seat and moves toward the fridge to get another beer. I scurry to keep up like a good doggy. I have to get my mouth on his ass right away. I quickly catch up and crawl behind my owner with my face shoved into his sweaty ass crack. He stands at the fridge for a second before bending to reach a beer on the bottom shelf. I use that time to take a good swipe up the entire length of his ass with my tongue tasting the day’s sweat and a musky, earthy odor I’d rather not think about. Bill moans at this and spends a minute bent over so I can continue to lick and kiss his ass crack. He says, “Nice work wimp” and stands up again to move back to his seat. I follow along with my face in his crack praying that today he won’t fart. As we reach the chair I move out of the way so he can sit down. “Suck” he says and I’m back at my most familiar chore. I go back to work on his strong, hard cock while he enjoys another beer. I know I’ll probably be drinking that beer second hand before I leave today.

“Tongue” my master commands and I begin taking his cock completely down my throat so far that I can use my tongue to massage his balls while I deep throat him. I hold his cock in my throat and swipe my tongue on his wrinkled sack until I can no longer hold my breath. I come up for air and quickly go back to tonguing his balls with my throat full of his meat. This goes on for another fifteen minutes until I feel Bill’s thighs start to tighten. I know he’s getting close so I move my mouth up till only the large head of his cock is between my lips. Only now am I allowed to use my hand. I begin to stroke his cock with my right hand while cupping his balls in my left. Rapid strokes with the right and soft squeezes with the left until I hear his breathing begin to quicken.

I jack him off faster and faster knowing how much he loves to shoot all over my tongue making sure I taste every drop. Suddenly and without warning he begins to shoot. The first powerful blast hits the back of my throat and only months of practice keep me from choking. The hot, salty cum begins to pool on my tongue but I know not to swallow. I let it build up in my mouth as 5 more huge streams of thick spunk fill my cheeks.

I look up at my master’s face and see him watching me with a look of disgust. I keep the head of his cock between my lips and massage it slowly with my tongue. “Swallow” is his command and I do so very slowly. He likes for me to be as degraded as possible so I must savor the taste of his cum. I gently take his cock head from my mouth and clean it with soft kisses from my lips. The lips that used to belong solely to my wife.

Bill pushes me away with one foot and standing up says, “Gotta shower”. With that he walks away leaving me sitting on his kitchen floor in my wife’s panties with a layering of cum covering the inside of my mouth. I lean down and lick the smear of ass sweat from the kitchen chair as I know he’ll check later. I dress quickly and leave making my way home to my wife and a life that is no longer my own.