Neighbours - Chapter 53 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 53

... hand job.”

The whole group of them started laughing, and I did my best to laugh along. They joked and ribbed him and I felt sure that at least one or two of them thought he was making the whole thing up. Others just wanted to be introduced to Liam and the crown he seemed to run in.

David smiles wide at me. He was enjoying my torment. I caught myself wondering if that would make him more likely to let me suck his cock.

The game went on and the conversations spiralled around. Every now and then, someone would ask a bit more about David’s mysterious hotel slut, and he would tease them with tiny little details, but they caught on eventually that he was going to keep at least some of it to himself.

Every once in a while, David would lean in close and whisper so that only I could hear.

“Nod if you still want to suck my cock,” he’d say, and I would nod.

“Take a drink now, if you want to have your mouth full of my cum,” he’d whisper a bit later, and I would take a long slow sip of my beer, watching him smile.

Some time after the seventh inning stretch, David announced that he had to leave. He stood up and said his goodbyes around the table. When he returned back near me, he positioned himself so that his back was to the others and mouthed silently to me, “five minutes.”

Those five minutes seemed to last forever. His friends were nice enough, continuing to try to keep me involved in the conversation, but all I could think of was the time. After about four ...

... minutes, I stood up and gave them my thanks, but said that I too had to be getting back home.

Outside, I didn’t see him at first, and I started to walk through the parking lot. I jumped as a car horn sounded just as I was walking in front of it. Inside, there was David, laughing again.

“Get in,” he said.

I moved the passenger seat and stepped inside. He started driving immediately.

“So, you came all this way because you wanted to suck my cock?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered meekly.

“Tell me more,” he said.

I looked at him, seeing his smile in profile as he drove.

“I… well… After I stroked you… while I was stroking you, I found myself really wanting to have your cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste it, and you. When you came, I felt so frustrated that you didn’t cum in my mouth.”

“Wow, that’s pretty slutty,” he teased.

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you’re not even dressed up at all,” he said.

“That’s true, Sir. Master has me wear some toys and things under my clothes, but I can’t really go out in public dressed how I was when you last saw me.”

“Does it feel different, doing things like this, depending on if you’re dressed?”

“Yes, it does a bit, Sir. The clothes, the outfits, sometimes they can feel like a disguise, like they make me less recognisable. Or that can feel like a trigger to being in that mind space.”

“But not today,” he said.

“No Sir, today this was how I was sent out.”

“Just a guy out in the middle of the afternoon, telling ...