The tone of his voice changed. His eyes hardened. He seized my hand and pulled it from his crotch. I gasped at how tight his grip was. He stood, his chair sliding back on its wheels, and marched around his small desk, pulling my arm with him. I knocked over his pen cup, spilling them across the floor.
“You really want to be a whore, Alexandra?” he demanded.
The word sent a shudder through me. I almost blurted out, “I want to be a whore just like your wife.” But I didn’t. I had a feeling that wouldn’t end well. No man liked to hear his woman cheated on him, even when he was about to have a sixteen-year-old suck on his cock.
“Yes,” I said instead.
He smiled, his eyes flicking down to my bodice. The dress was tight, my breasts swelling the front. I was already bigger than my mother. Nice, round double D’s, the envy of all the girls at school. And it was clear he appreciated them.
“You’ve really turned into a strumpet,” he said. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve grown, matured. I’ve wondered if you had a hot, little cunt beneath your dress, soaking your panties.”
I had never hard the word cunt. It sounded so vile. I instantly knew what he meant and moaned, “It’s such a wet cunt.” A naughty shudder ran through me. I loved the word and the sensations it triggered. My body had such delights to offer.
“Then kneel, whore,” he growled. “We don’t have much time.”
“No, Deacon.”
So I knelt in my Sunday best and reached out with one hand. I unzipped his slacks. The tails of his shirt peeked out like two cat ears. I pushed them aside and slipped my hand through the slit in the front of his underwear-I had laundered my family’s clothes enough to know about it. I shuddered, feeling his cock hard and throbbing in my hand.
It was wonderful. An obscene rush went through me. I drew it out, staring at my first penis. Dick, cock, prick. It was long and fat. My pussy clenched. Could one really fit in me? I would find out. But not with this one.
I had a different cock in mind. And it would be so sinful.
I stroked his cock, loving the way the skin moved over the hard shaft. He throbbed. The tip was pink, flared out like a mushroom, and smooth. A slit leaked a clear liquid, not urine. Curious, I leaned forward and licked the tip. It had a faint, salty aroma.
“That’s it, whore,” he groaned. “Lick the tip. Get it nice and wet for that slut-mouth.”
A hot shudder went through me. My free hand, not occupied with his prick, shot between my thighs. I slid up my stockings until I reached my panties. I shuddered, rubbing my hot flesh through the cotton. My juices soaked through in a moment, staining my fingers as I licked again at his cock.
My virgin cunt clenched. Waves of dizzying heat rippled through me as I took a second lick at his dick. I savored the texture beneath my tongue and the way it throbbed. More of the clear liquid came out, staining my tongue. It tasted saltier. I knew something erupt from them. Girls whispered about sucking cocks and swallowing cum.
Cum. Another dirty word I was eager to experience.
“Guys like it when you swallow,” Carolyn once boasted in the bathroom. I bet Ricky did. If I had done this, I would still have him as my steady beau.
My tongue flailed over Deacon Bill’s dick. His face twisted while his hands ran through my blonde hair. He stroked through the fine cornsilk as my tongue swirled and explored, loving it like it was the tastiest ice cream cone.
“Oh, yes, you are such a whore. The preacher raised a slut. Lord Almighty, such an innocent face. No one has any idea you’re a cock-sucking whore.”
I shook my head.
“Now open your lips. Suck the tip in like it’s a lollipop.” He chuckled. “Suck hard.”
My fingers rubbed harder at my panties, pressing the cloth into my wet groove as I opened my mouth and sucked on the tip of his cock. My lips wrapped above it, my teeth grazing the head as I slid it into my mouth.
“Mind the teeth, slut,” he grunted.
I guess his dick was sensitive. I kept them raised while sucking hard. My tongue brushed the tip of his cock as I made the most obscene sounds-wet plops. Saliva ran down my chin as sucked over and over, my hand stroking him, my fingers stroking me.