She loved giving head. Right from the time she was 14 when she
was forced to take it in. Inch by inch it was stuffed down her
young throat. She remembered how she would almost die only to be
revived again, spit dripping from her lip. That was the first
The second and third weren't very different. After it ended she
felt a strange sensation as if she could control a human being.
She could make them whine in pleasure or cry in pain. As time
passed it got easier and she learned some spiffy new tricks. How
to creatively roll your tongue around the head, cup the balls,
lick the underside of the shaft. She made men go wild with
excitement and anticipation. In her day job she was a clerk at
Walmart assisting people with their purchases. But at night she
would be on the hunt for fresh cock. She had an addiction. One
that she couldn't pull away from. Beautiful, blonde with lips
that could bring a dead man to life, that was Veronica and right
now she was giving head to a handsome tourist from Belize. She
didn't even know where that was. She met him in a local club
where he began talking in his foreign accent about how much he
loves to travel and meet people, the blah stuff. All she was
interested in was his stuff. As it was usually in situations
like this her pulse was racing, the anticipation of the hunt.
Waiting to anoint her mouth with a fresh piece of meat. Soon
enough they were both at her place and as if in character her
lips were on his cock. Slowly stroking the shaft, watching it
grow. She felt the head slightly tilting to the left waiting to
be sucked off. She heard the moans of the boy from Belize. "Are
you ready", she asked. "Oh god please" replied the kid. She
promptly cupped her lips over his shaft slowly running the length
of it with her mouth. She sucked his pre cum and cupped his balls
while increasing the speed of her movements. She felt something
inside her throat. The boy had cum, already. She looked up at him
mouth full of cum and said, "Didn't know you folks from Belize
came so fast". The boy looked satisfied and was snoring soundly.
She got up and swallowed the cum. She hated not being able to
perform her full ritual on dick. This boy had cum so fast she
could swear just her touch made him ejaculate. She opened the
drawer on her bedside table and removed a pair of handcuffs. She
ran her fingers on the cold steel and it sent shivers down her
spine. It was time for the final part of the ritual.
Unfortunately it had come too soon. She looked at the sleeping
boy lost in his dreams. The boy who had come to America to
explore the world. One day she decided that she would explore the
world too. She handcuffed him to the bed and then bent over and
stroked his penis, no response. She looked under her bed and drew
out her set of tools.
The next morning she awoke when the first rays of the sun hit her
face. The boy was still asleep at her side. She got up and made
her way down to the kitchen. Her fridge was shining in the
sunlight all white and pristine. She opened it and looked at her
treasures. They were all there neatly displayed in glass cases.
The boy from Belize was there, his manhood fresher than the rest.
Her uncle was also there. The same uncle who unknowingly fed her
lust for cock. He was placed in a makeshift altar. His dick
floating in a liquid which kept it looking alive. She picked it
up and remembered the day she was sexual abused by her own family
member. That prize in her hand was special because unlike the
rest she had grabbed it with the strength of all her teeth. She
sighed and took out a pack of ready to eat sausages. It was time
to go to work.
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