Kappa Kappa Cocksucker

Chapter 9: Begging for It

Tuesday night's cocksucking activities with Dante and Marcus did have an interesting finish. Marcus, as usual, went first and busted his nut pretty fast. I knew that meant he was going to make me work for a second nut, and work hard for it. For his second nut he liked to take the dick away from me in a fast jerking motion and hear the smack of my lips and the short clipped "oohhh!" in as feminine a register as I could muster. I couldn't chase the dick outside the hole like I wanted because lipstick or not, there's no mistaking a moustache.

Dante busted his nut pretty fast too, this time shoving his hips forward and leaning back, squaring his shoulders with his hands at his waist and with his very hard dick poking in and up through the glory hole, he told me what to do, and then while I was doing it, encouraged me.

"Ho!," came the beginning of my greeting, "My ass is tired so I'm gonna stand here like this holding still and you gonna make that dick nut. And I wanna get on up outta here so put some of yo' best pussymouth game on my shit. You got every one of my nuts ever since we met—ALL that GOOD nut--- so I know you know how to make them nuts pop at ya'."

I was fuckin' with him, givin' him shit I know he liked but definitely not cocksuckin' moves that would make him nut fast like he was telling me to do. Mostly long slow twists with my tongue pressed up hard against the dick sometimes and sometimes with a twist of the tongue that careened back and forth along the sides of the dick and then pressed hard into his dickslit at the top of the move, finishing off with a tight suck-clamp on the dick head that was more pressure than I would use in most circumstances. Then hold that pressure a minute, breathe out, and slowly sink till he was balls deep down my throat, and repeat it again. I was intentionally trying to make him wait, to work up the juice in his sack; I'd realized I'd come to pride myself on taking over a dick and the dude loving it.

I'm not saying Dante wasn't loving it, but he was serious about getting serviced just like he'd told me. "Yo', WHORE...what the FUCK?? I KNOW yo' ass heard me." I felt his body twist and knew he was looking back over his shoulder at Marcus. "I think we maybe got an uppity cocksucker situation going on here," Dante said in a conspiratorial tone to Marcus, standing there anxiously awaiting his second blow job.

"Wasssat?" asked Marcus hurriedly. I didn't know what he was talking about either.

"Thass when yo' cocksucka' fo'get they place and get all uppity, not knowing a brutha can find all kinda white bo—" Dante stumbled, catching himself a bit too late, but recovering with "...bitches to suck his dick ANYTIME he want. Only one thing to do when that happens," he finished.

"What?" jumped in Marcus, with me stopped on Dante's dick about halfway down, suckling on the glans, but hanging on every word, anxiety beginning to build.

Dante yanked his hips back and his dick came popping out of my mouth. I hated it leaving my mouth. I stared hungrily at the fat hardness of it, light bouncing off it from where my saliva made it shiny.

"Take the dick away from the bitch and let her know she lucky to be suckin' on it, and she better pay attention and act right with the dick," laughed Dante. "This fuckin' ho' all sprung on nigga dick, she can't do without it."

"That's fuckin' HOT," Marcus spoke up. "You mean tease the bitch but don't let her have the dick `til she act right?"

"That's the deal, my brutha. I know that bitch in there freakin' out, wanting the dick so bad... Hey pussymouth! Show this dick some respect... moan for me... say "please can I have the dick," and stick out your tongue and wiggle it." I was both freaking out `cuz he was right, I was `sprung' on the dick, and because I'd never seen this side of Dante. It felt mean and he'd been on a long run of us kind of enjoying this new cocksucker role of mine together. Plus I thought it was a little risky to have me moan and stick my tongue out. The moans would have to be fem, and I had to be careful to let my tongue out without my moustache showing. I wondered if Dante had decided it was time for Marcus to find out a dude was sucking his dick. Anyway, in this position I couldn't hide my prominent man's chin with a noticeable cleft. Plus I had to figure out how to make "please can I have the dick?" sound like a horny woman.

I gave it a shot, and felt weird when both Marcus and Dante laughed at me. Not with me, for certain, but at me. It was the first time I had a strong, irritated feeling about Dante's playing me like that and I wondered if I wasn't leaving my own self esteem a little far behind the changes in my life.

Dante, for his part, thought it was funny to tease me with his dick, first acting like he was going to give me his dick again ("Yeah, baby gurl, you learnin'. Thass how you show a black man he the boss and you feel lucky to swallow his nut,")only to wait for me to get balls deep and back out again. And walk a few steps away from the glory hole and let me just look at his throbbing horse of a dick and not know when I'd really get it back. He did this a few times. It drove me crazier and crazier. I really was effectively chastised, it was seriously bugging me to have that dick nearby and worry about when I would get it back, if I got it back at all. He wouldn't do that, would he? I didn't know if Dante had some kind of role model for how to work a personal, private cocksucker, or his nature made him wildly good at controlling a cumhungry cocksucker, but my head was spinning and desperate to gain his favor again. I definitely was not going to fuck around with my own tease of his dick when he told me to make him nut fast. I was literally fuckin' scared.

After the pause following his fourth put-his-dick-through-move-and-then-take-it-away I tried something that actually gave me a rush of shame mixed in with fear and frustration. "Pleeeeaaassse Daddy... Pretty please can I suck your dick again? I promise I'll do it right," in as falsetto a sound as I could manage under the circumstances. I couldn't actually tell how convincing it was and I hated doing it; it bugged me for me, not just for feeling some way about fooling Marcus.

But Dante loved it. I could see his dick springing up and down, a move he could make just flexing his dick tendons. I'd seen it spring up and down before, and it was crazy hot to see, but never this much and long. "Damn, gurl, you doin' right. Yo' ass beggin so pretty for my dick making my shit rock fuckin' hard. Aaaaiiiight, no shit this time. You bes' make me nut as fast as you can, I ain't fuckin' around no more."

I friggin' attacked his dick, relieved and cum-hungrier than I'd ever been.

"Hellyeah," groaned Dante, `now you actin' right and you gonna get fed real soon baby gurl."

"Yes, my brotha," encouraged Marcus, clearly happy to hear his spot at the glory hole was soon to be freed up again, and I assumed the sound I heard was the two of them smacking palms and talking smack to each other, saying shit about Dante schoolin' Marcus on breaking in dick suckers right, and Marcus responding with "Fuck yes, man. Teach that ho' what's what. You the fuckin' MAN, dude. Feed them cunt lips!" I don't know when I've ever sucked on a dick with more purpose, trying to keep my place on the end of his dick safe, wanting to believe I already had squatter's rights and that my being responsible for a LOT of satisfaction was going to mean I'd still be regularly fed and used.

It worked; Dante was doing his deep grind and moaning shit like "Don't you back off my shit gurl, you `bout to be fed. Yeah. FUCKIN' YEAH. KEEP THAT SHIT DEEEEEP. Oh, hell yeah. Fuck. You fuckin' AWESOME COCKSUCKING CUNT... HERE IT CUM.. HERE IT CUM... UGH! UGH! UGHHHHHHH...ugghhhnnn...Oh, baby. Swallow all that nut, all of it. Yeah. Gulp hard and suck at the same time girl. Clear all that nut outta my dick. `Njoy it, baby. You fuckin' earned it."

Omigod, I thought to myself, I don't ever want to feel that way again. Instead of the great joy I usually feel after a black man's nut shot out of his dick into my throat and stomach, the experience was one of relief, which unhappily underscored how anxious I'd become at the mere suggestion Dante was going to take his dick away from me. Dante, who'd created this state of mind, also took care to take care of it. He waited longer than usual with his dick going soft in my mouth, and then pulled out a bit and pressed his fingers top and bottom of the part of the dick he'd pulled out of my throat and squeezed it so I'd get anything left in there. He finally took all of his dick back and uttered out loud a big "Phheewwwww, that shit was GOOD. Marcus, my man, you ready to lay some dick on the bitch?"

"FUCK yes," Marcus said, "that bitch in for a big dick REHEARSAL right the fuck now, watchin' that shit made my nuts brew up a whole lotta fresh cum that gonna' have to be sucked out and swallowed down that ho' throat."

"Thass wass up, then," agreed Dante, stepping back a little and closing up his pants. But then he leaned down to the hole and whispered to me inside. "Damn, baby, that shit was craaaazy good. I `preciate it man, you the best." I'll be he saw the huge grin that sprung up. He really did bother to nurse me along as his personal devoted cocksucker and to attend to it like a supervisory job. He was very fuckin' good at it.

Putting himself back together and on his way out, Dante told Marcus to "Catch a good nut," and left.

Marcus's dick had been in view for a couple minutes now even though he hadn't moved from about five feet away from the hole. But it was really bobbing, and when he wanted to, he'd tense it at full attention standing hard and a little bit lifted from its normal straightforward nature. And the dickhead was shiny with pre-cum and you could see a line of it that had reached about halfway down his dick.

"Aaaaiiighhttt, Bitch, you in' fo' it now! I'm gonna play you like Dante did but for even fuckin' longer. You gotta BEG to get this nut...that shit made my dick bone-fuckin' hard."

There it was again—that pointy erotic rush that was both horndog hunger for a dick to feed me a nut, and low-level anxiety about Marcus finding teasing me with it a hot idea. I told myself I better fuckin' get with the situation `cuz my job was making black men's dicks happy. "It's yo' fuckin' JOB now!" Dante had told me.

So, I got busy with work, and Marcus ended up not being able to delay his second nut as long as he wanted... he said as much.

I could tell he was leaned forward with his hands on the walls next to us while his dick drained all his juice into my throat on the heels of the four or five bolts of hot cum he put there first. "Hell, my ass cain't be mad about it `cuz that was a GOOD muthafuckin' nut and I got you to thank for it. You may be a nasty secretive bitch, prolly even fuckin' ugly, but right now I ain't carin' `bout that shit."

I dutifully kept a snug tunnel for Marcus while he was softening. It was something he liked after he busted a nut, was for the cocksucker to be pulling on it enough that whenever he took the dick away it made a wet smacking sound.

But he left it in my throat longer than usual. Before this he'd been like a lot of straight guys I'd serviced at home, disappearing as soon as his fly was up and his belt fastened. I actually liked it, and I could hear little "oohs" and "ahhs," while he leaned forward catching his breath.

"You know you the fuckin' Queen of Cocksuckin'?" Marcus said right before he finally took his dick back.

I made what I hoped was a female-sounding "mmmmmmmmm" as a mark of appreciation while thinking about how close he was to the right title. But then he did something completely unexpected.

"Yeah, baby gurl, this having access to a couple blowjobs a day just rockin' my world. I ain't had to beat off since we met. So I decided I'm gonna do something nice for you, a surprise. Should take a couple days before you know what it is," he announced, shrugging his drawers and jeans up in one move as he walked toward the door.

Now I had two things to look forward to, I thought to myself, and went back to imagining sucking off two more whole new dicks while a house full of college-age black men were around not knowing what was happening. I grabbed a hold of my dick and stroked a couple times, using the remnant tastes of Marcus' load in my throat as a trigger for a really hard nut with my dick still in my pants.

Fuck I was happy. Looking forward to two surprises and new dicks. And it turned out there would be a lot more surprises than I was even thinking about.

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