NYC - Road Captain

“Would you like to put your head down in my lap?” he asked me gently. I contentedly snuggled up there, letting out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding onto, and relaxing a little more after the long work week. He stroked my hair, and scrolled through the daily posts on his phone. The quiet of the evening settled onto me and made my eyelids feel heavy.

His hand snuck down to his belt, loosening it, “I’m going to take these off, will you stay there?” I nodded and helped him strip his jeans off and pull down his shorts. The warmth of his skin felt cozy, and I breathed the scent of him in deeply. I always marvel at how silky the skin of cocks are, and I nuzzle my nose against it. It twitches at the contact, and I flick my tongue out to give it a little lick and then a kiss.

He ruffles my hair, “Hey! What are you up to, babygirl?” I just smile and continue to tease and kiss, while he does his best to finish up a texting conversation with our mutual friend. The licks become longer and wetter—the kisses, more than pecks. Without saying a word, he gripped my hair, gently but still firmly, and pressed my face lower. He didn’t need to say a command for me to get the message; I took one of his balls gently into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, “Good giirrl…” as he gripped my hair more tightly.

I fell into my rhythm, my mind emptying of any worry, concern or plan with each lap of my tongue. Adapting my technique in response to his most desperate moans, I felt a simple happiness fill my heart.  “Good girl, mmm —fuck.” Each bit of praise made my service more than worth it. His attempts to continue to relax and read on his phone stopped, and he took his rapidly hardening cock into his hand. Stroking himself slowly, he pulled down my yogas and panties, softly brushing my bare cunt with his hand. He was surprised to feel that I had started to drip.  I hadn’t noticed—I wasn’t focusing on any part of my body curled up next to him, only his warm skin under my tongue and the hitching in his breath.

He started to speak, in soft, dehumanizing words, “This is where you belong. My little toy. A pretty little thing. Just a warm mouth and,” he slipped his fingers inside me suddenly, “a wet cunt—oh no, don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop.”

I glanced up at him from under his cock, my eye heavy-lidded, and saw lust but also a grin. “It’s nice having such a useful thing that knows what it’s for.” My body responded involuntarily to his words. My thighs felt slick. His grip on his cock tightened and he quickened his pace.

I sat up a little, resting my mouth for a moment. I looked at his cock and whined, being unable to find the words for can I? “Oh no no, go back where you belong girl, you don’t have wants. I don’t want your mouth here yet and that’s all the matters. You want what I want, don’t you?” I moaned and nodded, sleepy-eyed, “And you’re good for whatever I want, whether it’s a fetching a beer for me, a place to rest my feet, having my cock worshipped or something warm and wet to fuck. Isn’t that right? Just a pretty little thing.” I couldn’t disagree, I didn’t want to. His fingers teased the soaking lips of my cunt, maddeningly never paying attention to my clit. I was throbbing, but all I wanted was to suck his cock and lavish it like I had been doing on his balls below it.

I focused my desire into working hard to please him from below it, and he moaned harshly, jerking his cock off above my nose. “I think it wants me to cum all over its pretty little face..!” He said, chuckling, “Are you trying to make me cum?” I couldn’t help but work harder because of the twisted version of praise he was doling out. “Should I use its mouth or wet cunt? Hmm…” he deliberated to himself, “Do you want me to cum on your face or in your cunt?” He asked me. I surfaced for barely enough time to say it didn’t matter.

“Good answer,” he smiled. “Stop, now.” I pulled away, and he offered his cock to me. I didn’t waste any time and tended to him with my tongue, feeling very privileged. I soon lost track of time. I couldn’t tell how many times I had switched between his cock and his balls, sucking, licking, kissing, basking in the privilege of being able to love them. He pulled me away to rub the spit I had left on his cock onto my face. I remember mumbling some disagreement, but immediately wondering why I had complained. It felt like someone had given me unnatural lines to deliver on a stage and I couldn’t muster the commitment to the part. Wasn’t that supposed to make me upset? Daddy wanted it though—so I want it.  I could feel him pinch and squeeze my tits for his enjoyment, his fingers slipped in and out of my leaking cunt at his whim.

He woke me out my dream to tell me he decided he would use my cunt. I pulled away slowly and nodded. “And I want to look at those tits to help me cum. You know what to do, now be useful.” I laid out, exposing myself. He thrust himself into me and somewhere deep in my head, I remembered my roommate was right outside our door. I bit down into my arm as he fucked me, trying to keep quiet as the feeling of his cock and the pleasure of being useful and coveted overwhelmed me. Think of it…the pretty little toy that serviced him was being kissed and held and fucked.  There was no greater happiness! Again, I lost track of time. But then he pulled out of me and pressed his cock to my lips so I could be a good girl again.

“Now,” he said as we laid back down together in bed, “I want you to ask if you can be a person again, before we’re done.” He looked at me in the eyes. “If you want to be.”