Now I didn’t mind wearing the cock ring around the house. That thing was single handedly responsible for turning my sex life into legend. But I was not at all sure about wearing it to work. When I suggested that it might not be appropriate Pam told me that was non-sense.
There was not a single minute that day I didn’t think about my cock and about her. I thought about our weekend. I thought about our sex life. I thought about that damn cock ring. Somehow it had taken over my life. It was always on my mind.
I grew hard driving home from the office. I had been so aroused all day I couldn’t wait to get home. I walked in the door to find Pam waiting for me. It was like she read my mind.
Her hand went straight to the bulge in my slacks. She smiled, I moaned. She wasted no time freeing my hard throbbing cock and slipping her lips over the end.
It was amazing. The sensations were out of this world. I watched as she bathed my cock with her tongue. It was so damn sensuous. The cock ring made my balls hyper sensitive. I moaned uncontrollably as she licked and teased them.
God… everything was about my cock. It had been that way all day long. No matter what I did, where I went, it was about my cock. Life was now a constant state of arousal. And with that thought I unleashed a tidal wave of warm, thick cum straight into her mouth.
And she used my cock like a straw sucking every last drop from my balls. It was glorious.
She rose to her feet. I knew exactly what she had in mind. Her lips were covered with semen.
I gave her a sexy smile as I leaned in and ran my tongue along her lips. I pulled back, my lips now covered, so she could see.
Her eyes closed as she savored the moment.
I leaned in pushing my lips against hers followed by my tongue insistently finding its way inside her mouth. I could feel the surge of heat wash over me as I once again played in the thick, warm seed. I was really starting to identify with the erotic, sensual nature of this little game.
Everything about it was sexy, nasty, erotic. I caressed her tongue with mine, slowly, sensually sharing the taste between us. But then I became greedy. I swallowed every last drop thinking of it as a delicacy.
She looked into my eyes. They were glazed with lust. She grabbed my cock, which had grown completely hard and led me to the bedroom. We made love for an hour with such intensity that it was unbelievable. I felt like a complete porn star.
Later after dinner we were talking and I told her about my day. I told her how I was constantly aware of my cock. That ring spurred a low level arousal that never went away.
She told me it was the same for her. She thought about it all day too. She loved the idea that I was hairless and wearing her present. She knew I had to be horny.
She told me how she liked the way the ring made my cock look, how it presented my cock as if on a pedestal. She loved the way I stayed so hard while we made love. She told me how she masturbated three times that day thinking of me licking and drinking cum. She was so glad I liked it because it really got her off. She told me how sensuous it was that day I sucked her finger and how it made her think of me sucking cock. She admitted that really got her off too.
That night I came on her breasts again and made a huge production of licking it off slowly as she wiggled and squirmed underneath. I moved between her legs and found her so wet. It was easy bringing her to a powerful orgasm with my tongue. We cuddled before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
I went to work the next day wondering if it would be like the one before. It was and more so. I wondered if anyone could tell I was wearing the ring. I found myself looking at other guys, more specifically, their crotches. Were any of them wearing cock rings?
In doing so I began to notice bulges. I had never looked at a man’s crotch before, never gave it any thought. But now that I was looking, I could see their bulges. Some were so faint you could hardly see. Others were right there and hard to miss. Some went to the left, some to the right. Some wore briefs, some wore boxers. I got to where I could tell in a glance. I found myself visualizing their cocks in my head. It was crazy.
Our love life was out of this world. We were both horny all the time. We were making love all the time too, which was great. And we were talking about things again. I even shared with her that I was noticing bulges.
She seemed quite interested by this little tidbit. She asked me for all the details. I told her how I had begun visualizing these guys’ cocks and the underwear they were wearing as she fondled my cock. I told her how I could now spot boxer’s or briefs with the blink of an eye.
We spent the next half hour discussing cocks. I thought I was detecting a slight case of penis envy as she shared her inner most feelings on the subject. She described in intimate detail the thrill she received from sucking cock. I was throbbing by the time she finished.
She asked if I had ever been curious about such things. I confessed that upon rare occasions I had been curious as to what that experience was like. I could see the interest in her eyes. You would have thought I revealed the cure for cancer. She asked a thousand questions prodding me to tell her every thought and feeling I had on the subject. I went on to say I thought most guys were curious to some degree, but would never act on such things.
She climbed up on top of me. I could feel she was soaking wet. She rose up and sank down on my cock. Man she felt so good. She started riding my cock like a cowboy. She was really rocking it inside her.
She pushed her finger past my lips. “Suck this baby… do it just like you did the other day.”
I caressed her finger with my tongue. She started working it back and forth across my lips and I started thinking cock. It was like I was sucking cock. I knew that was what she was thinking. Our eyes made contact and it was totally awesome.
“I can’t wait to watch you suck cock,” she whispered.
I don’t know why, but the thought of her watching me suck some nice juicy cock filled my head and pushed me right over the edge. And I mean way over the edge! I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
She looked at me lustfully, “You really got off on that, didn’t you?”
“Oh man that was hot,” I said trying to catch my breathe. I don’t know what came over me.
She smiled at me. “Yeah it was. Now it’s my turn. Do you know what I’m going to do?”