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Cock Hungry (Part II)

A continuation of Cock Hungry (Part I)

 

It took me a whole week to send Adam the text I’d begun crafting after our first tryst. I just couldn’t get myself to talk to him. He was like this powerful sex priest to me. Our encounter had left me speechless. 

 

Finally, on a Sunday afternoon, it hit me that I should just have fun with it. I took a playful approach and went with: “Hey stranger. I have a proposal for you. Would you like to stroke my pussy, then let me unleash my cock hunger on you?” I added a devil face just for added effect. 

 

I waited. And waited. And waited. By Wednesday, I’d accepted that I wasn’t going to hear back from him. 

 

Then, on the Venice Beach boardwalk that Wednesday afternoon, something funny happened. Inside a shop where I was looking at crystals, I saw a man with two snakes around his neck. I jumped, but it struck me that I was not as jumpy as I used to be. I remembered that I developed my fear of snakes shortly after my childhood sexual trauma. It was connected to what Adam had called my “cock shyness” for sure. At that moment, something overcame me, and I walked up to the man. 

 

“Can I pet them?” I asked. 

 

“Sure, they’re friendly.”

 

“Just don’t force them on me — let me go at my own pace. I’m afraid of snakes,” I said. 

 

“It’s time to face your fears,” he replied.

 

“That’s why I’m doing this.” I pet them both, and it wasn’t all that bad. My cock-shyness was fading by the minute.

 

Things got even more interesting that night, when I went to a cacao ceremony, a ritual where you drink cacao in a group to open your heart. There, I began to think about Adam and the healing he’d catalyzed in my life. In my head, I devised another text to him: “I understand you’re not in a position to accommodate this request, and that’s totally fine, it’s not my business. I just wanted to say thank you for changing my life more than you probably realize. I’ll never forget you Adam. Thank you thank you thank you.”

 

After the ceremony closed, I started talking to some other participants. As I went to enter one of their numbers into my phone, I saw something I did not at all expect: a text from someone I’d affectionately entered into my contacts as “Adam Tinder.” My heart began fluttering, and not just from the cacao. 

 

I excused myself from the conversation to check what he was telling me. The text read, “How’s your cock hunger level?”

 

Immediately, without much thought, I replied, “Through the roof.”

 

The party wound down, and I Ubered back home. With still no response from Adam, I added, “Por que preguntas?” (“why do you ask?”), referencing our attempt to practice Spanish on our first date, where he’d said he liked my “culo” (ass). 

 

I got back to my apartment and ate some leftover pizza while I checked my emails. Then, around 11:30, I got a response: “My cock is needing to be stroked soon.”

 

“How soon?” I replied within a few seconds.

 

“Now. I should sleep though. What’s a hungry girl to do? What can you offer? I can make up my room really nice, send you an Uber, and then give you some Spanish lessons.”

 

“I’m a yes to that.”

 

“OK. I’ll begin with the cleaning.”

 

“You’ll send me an Uber or…?”

 

“How about I just reimburse you?”

 

“Be there in 10 minutes.”

 

“Good girl.” This man would be the death of me for sure. 

 

I brushed my teeth, ate some chocolate to keep my energy up even though it was past my bedtime, and got into the Uber. Ten minutes later, I found Adam waiting on the grass outside his apartment, walked over, and leaned my head into his chest. “It’s so good to see you.”

 

“It’s good to see you too. How have you been?” We walked up the stairs to his apartment chatting about my cacao ceremony, minus the thoughts about him. Then, once again, he led me into his bedroom.

 

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked once we got in. What did I want to do? I thought he was the one with the plan. I started to feel overwhelmed. 

 

“Can we just lie down for a second?”

 

“Sure.”

 

Once we lay down on his bed, he got a glimmer in his eye. “So, have you been a bad girl since I last saw you?”

 

“Yes, so bad,” I laughed. 

 

“Turn around.”

 

I squealed as he slapped my ass just like he’d done the first time… but perhaps a little harder, if I wasn’t imagining things. 

 

“How many cocks have you played with in the past week, huh?”

 

I thought about it. “Well, actually, zero.”

 

“Well, that makes you a bad girl, now, doesn’t it?” He pulled up my underwear and spanked my bare ass cheek. Then, he scooped me up and pulled me into a sitting position, facing him. “Can I take your dress off?”

 

“Yes please.” He pulled my rainbow butterfly-patterned dress over my head and unhooked my pink Victoria’s Secret bra. I took his hands and put them on my D-cup breasts, remembering him telling me how much he liked them. 

 

“Do you want my hands on your tits?”

 

“Yes please.” He ran his hands up and down each one. I started pawing at his chest. 

 

“Can I take my shirt off?” he asked. 

 

“Yes please.”

 

“Can I take my pants off?”

 

“Yes please.” I gulped as he stripped down to his underwear and began nibbling at his shoulder. “Can I bite you?”

 

“Only if you bite my cock.” 

 

I laughed. “Are you serious? Wouldn’t that be painful?”

 

“Not if you do it very gently.” 

 

“If you say so.” I kissed my way down his body and closed my mouth around his cock through his underwear, just barely grazing it with my teeth. 

 

“Mm, good girl,” he said. I began kissing and licking him through his underwear, noticing pre-cum appear on it, then gazed up at him, my big blue eyes wide with excitement. 

 

“So, what do you want to do now, good girl?”

 

“Whatever you want me to do.” I was done thinking about myself for now. I wanted to submit. I wanted to serve him. 

 

But he wasn’t having it. “Nope. That’s not how this works. What do you want?”

 

My eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out what exactly I wanted. 

 

“What does your cock hunger want?” 

 

That felt like an easier question to answer. “Just give me one second,” I told him. “Let me check in with myself.” 

 

He nodded. “Take your time.”

 

I thought through the options. The initial suggestion was to stroke his cock. I would like that. But I wanted to get even closer to it, more intimate with it. 

 

“I want to suck your cock,” I blurted out. “Is that allowed?” He’d mentioned last time he had a fluid-sharing partner, and I didn’t want to violate their policy.

 

“Yes, it’s allowed,” he said, then looked me in the eye with his dom-y, unwavering gaze. “And what do you want to do when I cum?”

 

“Whatever you want.”

 

“Nuh uh. That’s not how we’re playing.”

 

“OK.” I thought about it. Then, a smirk spread across my face. My eyes got wider as I met his gaze and beamed up at him. “I want you to cum on my tits.”

 

He laughed. “I love how you just went from a shy ‘whatever you want’ to a salacious ‘I want you to cum on my tits.’ You’re a completely different woman from the one I met last week.” I was. I was proud of myself. I was proud to make him proud. 

 

“Just one question — how clean is your mouth?” 

 

“Well, I brushed my teeth before I got here, then I ate some chocolate.”

 

“No,” he laughed. “I meant, do you have any cold sores or anything?”

 

“Oh,” I chuckled. “Nope.” It was a good question, actually. “How clean is your cock?”

 

“It’s clean,” he said. “Are you sure you want this? For its own sake? You’re OK with not getting anything in return right now?”

 

I shook my head. “Tonight, I just want to give.” I looked up at him sincerely. My usual MO was to be pretty selfish in bed. But, I was learning, there was beauty in being selfless — at least for a period of time. I wanted so badly just to please him. 

 

“You just want to give. That’s sweet,” he said. “You have very sweet eyes.” 

 

“Thank you.” 

 

“How about I light some candles?”

 

“Sure.” I laughed at the way he seemed to like mixing romance into his fuckboy antics. 

 

He lit a couple candles on each nightstand, then turned off the light. “It’s too dark now, isn’t it?”

 

“How about opening the door and putting on the light in the hall like last time?”

 

“My brother’s staying with me. He might come home. Then again, we’ll hear him, and then we can close the door.” He did as I suggested then lay down on the bed beside me. 

 

“Can I take off my underwear?” he asked.

 

“Yes please.” I sat between his legs.

 

I hadn’t really gotten a good look at his cock last time. I noticed it was nice and big. I wasted no time, wrapping my mouth around it right away. I circled my tongue over the head a few times, then got to work bobbing my head up and down. “Mm,” I voiced my enjoyment. 

 

“You don’t need to go fast,” he said. “I prefer that you go deep.”

 

I went as deep as I could but then started gagging a little. I got my hand involved instead, and based on the moans coming from his mouth, that seemed to be good enough. “Have you always been this good at sucking cock?” he asked, confirming my suspicions. 

 

“Mmhmm,” I nodded my head, even though I actually had no idea. 

 

“Good girl.”

 

I began running my tongue up and down his shaft then flicking it over the underside of the head. Just then, we heard the door. “Fuck, my brother,” he said. He got up and closed the door, then opened it just enough to poke his head out and say, “I have a guest. Could you take a walk for like 15 minutes?”

 

“10 minutes.”

 

“Fine.”

 

“I’ll be in the church parking lot.” 

 

“OK, see you soon.”

 

Adam’s brother left again, then Adam closed the door and lay back down on the bed. “How would you like it if I put coconut oil all over my cock?” This man was full of surprises. 

 

“Hmm, I think it might taste good!” I laughed. He took a bottle out of his bedside drawer and oiled himself up while I kissed and nibbled his thighs. I growled with desire as I wrapped my mouth around his cock again, enjoying its coconut-y flavor, using both my hands along with my mouth this time. I heard his moans getting louder and more frequent. 

 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he announced after a while. “Do you still want me to cum on your tits?”

 

“Yes please.” 

 

“I don’t think we can do that in this position.”

 

“No, me neither.”

 

I laid down on my back, and he got on top of me and started touching himself. “Put your balls in my mouth,” he ordered. 

 

I took one in my mouth. “Both of them.” I struggled to fit the other one as well, but I managed.

 

While I was sucking his balls, he reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit. I let out moans of pleasure at the combination of his cock in my face and his hand on my pussy. 

 

“Do you want to cum with my balls in your mouth?”

 

“Mmhmm” was all I could say, given how full my mouth was. I reached between my legs and started touching myself to speed things up, and he brought his other hand back to his cock. “Can you swallow just the first spurt?”

 

“Mmhmm,” I nodded, moving my mouth up and closing it around his cock.

 

“Good girl.”

 

I removed my mouth from him just in time to get out, “I’m gonna cum,” then put it back in time to swallow his first spurt. It tasted surprisingly good. 

 

Then, I let out a series of half-laughs, half-growls as he erupted all over my chest just as I’d been craving — and my stomach as well just for good measure. I scooped some up with my finger and tasted it just so he could see what a dirty little slut I was. 

 

“Good girl,” he said, bringing me a towel to wipe myself off as he had done the last time. Part of me didn’t want to. I wanted him all over me. But I obliged and got dressed so we could head to the church parking lot to meet his brother, who I’d met at the music video shoot the week prior. 

 

There, the brothers shared a joint — I was beginning to see Adam was an impressively dedicated stoner — and talked about how they loved each other and would save each other above anyone else if there were a zombie apocalypse. I liked seeing his soft side. 

 

After we went inside, Adam decided to make pizza, and I offered to help. In the kitchen, while I was chopping garlic, I noticed strands of my hair stuck together. “There’s something in my hair,” I whispered to him. 

 

“It’s good for you,” he gave me a wink, and I let out a naughty little giggle as I grinned back up at him. So, I got to leave a piece of him on me after all — a souvenir of this encounter, one could say. 

 

We sat eating in front of the Netflix show “Lucifer,” then around 1:30 a.m., I announced that I was getting tired and wanted to head home. I called an Uber, and Adam walked me out. 

 

“Was I a bad girl today?” I asked him as we ambled down his stairs. 

 

“Yes,” he smiled, “but I hope that you feel good.”

 

“I do… but I could still use a spanking,” I grinned back at him. Once we got down to the sidewalk and I turned around to face him, he wrapped his arms around me, gave my ass a subtle but firm slap, then kissed the top of my head, expressing the sweet combination of affectionate and dom-y that I was beginning to appreciate him for. 

 

“Sleep well,” he called out as I got in.

 

I knew I would. “You too.” 

 

As I rode off, it hit me that I really was a different woman from when I first met Adam. Thanks to him, I was cock-shy no more.