Its been over a week since I had that cock shoved into my face. Not a day went by when I hadn’t relived the humiliation of feeling the wetness of his urine on my nose and musky balls being ground against my mouth as that dick slid between my nose and cheek. But most of all, I was haunted by all those pauses I subconsciously took throughout it all. They each, in turn, fed his aggression. It was no wonder that he abused me. I was unwittingly asking for it. Or maybe it was as unwitting as I pretended. Maybe I subconsciously wanted it to happen.
Something inside me was awakened that day. A submissive part of me that I wasn’t even aware existed. I masturbated to memories of that evening and now had grown into an obsession. My work project was nearly complete and knew I’d be heading home soon. I’d have only a few days more to explore this new part of me. This strange new desire.
It was a Tuesday. It was the same day I’d first stopped at ‘El Toro’. I made a decision to leave work at the same time as before with hopes of finding that guy. I wasn’t sure he’d be there – or even what to expect if he was, but I had to go. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I couldn’t resist the need to go back. And knew it may well be every bit as dangerous.
As was usual, the traffic was heavy. I pulled into the parking lot and it was as empty as before. I walked in and sat at the same stool. The same two people were at the other end of the bar, and the same group was playing pool. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him. Any ‘normal’ guy would have gone miles out of their way to avoid even the slightest chance of seeing him again, let alone abused by him again. And there I was, ordering a beer and shuddering in excitement with the prospect that he would.
I pretended to be immersed in my phone while side-glancing toward the pool table. At him. With so few people in the place, it was obvious I was there and wondered if he’d even recognized me, or even cared. Maybe he did that sort of thing with everyone. Maybe I was just another noob to toy with.
I was sipping on my second beer and stiffened when I see that guy confidently strutting toward me. I was pretending to read my phone when he parks himself next to me. I keep my eyes down as he puts his elbow on the bar he leans into me and says, “You back. I know you be back. Tu es un puta. Puta alway cume back.” I didn’t know what ‘puta’ meant but was pretty sure I was being labeled. He continued, “I go to bano now.” Leaning further into me he adds, “But dees time, yoo no come too. Yoo seet here and wait fo me. wait for me to coom git you. I veel take yoo home vit me. Si? I leev close. You want to see my puta? I show you.”
There was a tightening knot in my stomach as I watched him head toward the bathroom. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to experience him to shove his dick against my face again but in his home? As dominant as he was in the bathroom, how much more so would he be in his house? I was shaking enough to spill my beer as I sipped it to calm my nerves. I was facing the very real likelihood that I’d soon have his cock in my mouth. I should have run, but I sat frozen. I could no more leave then that I could deny I’ve masturbated to the idea. I was committed now.
I see the bathroom door open and watched him mosey over to the pool table and say something in Spanish. I assumed he was telling his buds that he would be leaving, but it unnerved me when they all looked back toward me with what looked like a nodding approval. I’m not sure what he told them, but I didn’t want to think about it. I took a heavy swig of beer. I had other concerns at that moment and needed to calm my nerves.
He strutted past me toward the exit saying, “Yoo follow me, now. I leev close. Coom. Coom.” I couldn’t believe I was about to follow him. Like fly accepting the spider’s invitation, I placed my money on the bar and nervously followed him out the bar.
He was indeed close. I hardly had time to absorb what I was doing before I found myself pulling into his driveway. It was a small bungalow in a depressed area but looked kept. The lawn trimmed and a generally clean curb appeal. I nervously got out of my car and followed him to the front door. The butterflies in my stomach were churning.
Twisting the key unlocking his door, he turned to me, winked and said, “Puta.” It was followed by more of a sneer than a smile. I wish I knew what ‘puta’ meant but was sure the label was derogatory. That look of his only multiplied the butterflies as I followed him inside.
Closing the door behind me, he closed the drapes and clicked on a small lamp that provided a soft glow in the room. My nervousness grew as he turned to me, sneered and said “Mi put,” while unbuckling his belt. I stood there shivering with the thought of having the previous encounter unencumbered with the confines of a bathroom. He unclasped the waistband of his trousers and stopped.
“Streep,” he said to me. “Take yoo clothes off. All of eet.” He waved his hand as if to hurry me along. I had expected something like that, and though I was prepared for it. But thoughts are quite different from the realities. I felt myself redden as slowly fumbled with the buttons of my shirt and took it off. Nothing was said as I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks. It was an odd feeling stripping nude in front of a total stranger. I finally undid my pants and pulled them down. I stood before him naked as a jaybird.
“Very goot, puta. Very goot,” he said. “Now coom here. Coom close.” I obeyed and stepped to within a foot of him. He extended a hand and rubbed my chest. “Very goot.” He pinched my nipple hard and I winced in pain but said nothing. “Yoo like that, puta?” Not waiting for an answer, he squeezed again. He spun me around and began groping me all over from behind. His hand felt my chest and abdomen, working his way down to pull my cock and squeeze my balls. I felt like a piece of meat… and I was hard.
He gave my ass a stinging whack and spun me around. He took a fistful of hair and pulled me down onto my knees. He stepped back and slowly pulled his zipper down. Like before, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I watched as he pulled his trousers down and revealed that haunting cock of his. And as before, he swayed his cock for me.
He said, “Luke goot, puta. Dees ees vat you want. si?” We weren’t in a bathroom anymore. I had no qualms about my ‘prying eyes’ as before but we were in private now. I felt as though I needn’t feel guilty of a too long glance. Hell, I was in a full-on stare at his dick. I felt my head spin in anticipation of what I knew was about to happen. My raging fantasies were about to become a reality.
He sneered and said, “Buendo. Muy bueno, puta. Muy bueno.” as he walked up to me and put his dick within inches of my face. I was in a trance as he bobbed his dick. When I saw that amazing cock before, it was semi-flaccid. But now he was fully erect and every bit as large as I expected. His dick was so hard that it actually looked hungry. He leaned in and bumped against my lips. I weakened as I felt his oily precum. “Now yoo luke reel gute at me polla, puta. But I know yoo wan more dan luke, si? Yoo wan do what puta do, si?
His bumping against my lips was breaking down any inhibitions I had left. I was reveling at the idea of tasting my first cock when he grabbed my head like before. Fistfulls a hair pulled me hard as his cock pushed past my lips. I tasted the sweetness of his precum as he sank deeper and deeper with each thrust. I didn’t struggle this time. I willingly and wantingly accepted his cock. I really didn’t know what to suck cock, so I mimicked what the whores did in Costa Rica did to me: keep it wet, use a lot of tongue and take it as deep as I could. He groaned in approval of what I was doing and it strangely elicited a sense of pride for me.
He was pumping my face now. He’d go full in and full out, just long enough for me to catch a short breath. I felt so cheap but actually enjoyed being used like that. I was so turned on by the sight of that cock when it pulled out, dripping in my saliva and knowing it’ll be thrust back into my mouth again. Over and over. I was stroking my own dick, swimming in the realization of myself being face-fucked like a two-dollar whore. And enjoying it.
I felt him stiffen and let out a loud groan. He pulled my head hard against himself and felt his vein pumping semen with the flat of my tongue. A lot of it directly into my throat. I gagged and struggled for breath when he pulled out and finished his orgasm onto my face. I felt his sperm splatting my face as I regurgitated his first shots and felt it ooze back out my mouth. I couldn’t believe the amount of semen he had. My face was drenched. He finally let go of my hair, patted me on the head and said, “Gute puta.”
I sat back on my ankles and absorbed what I had just done – and the significance of it. There was no denying that I was now and will forever be a cocksucker. I knew it only took one time for that label. Now that my oral cherry was broken, I wondered if I’d ever do it again in the next town I went.
My host left the room for a moment and came back with a towel. He began cleaning himself off as I waited patiently on my knees for my turn, but it never came. Rather than offering me a towel, he finished up and threw it over his shoulder. He walked over and picked up my pants. My pants? I started to react but was cut off with a stern finger and menacing glare, warning, “No no. Yoo stay. I tell yoo when yoo go.”
He pulled out my wallet and thumbed through it. I thought I about to be robbed but all he did was pull out a business card before throwing my wallet and pants at me. My card? “Now yoo go, puta. Poot yoo theengs on and go.” He walked back to me, stooped down and put his face close to mine and pointed menacingly at my face. “But yoo coom back, puta. Yoo coom back Friday. Seex o’clock. Comprende? Seex o’clock. Friday. We have partee, yoo and me. Maybe mor.” Smiling wide now. “Yoo like partee, puta? I theenk yoo do. Yoo coom back. Now, yoo go.” He stood and opened the door and waited, not seeming to care he was still nude for anyone outside that happened to look.
“Sounds great, but can’t,” I began, “I’ll be heading home by then. I’m leaving tomorrow.” I fumbled with getting my clothes together and back on. “I might be back later in the year, but…”
He cut me off once again with a stern finger and menacing glare. He said, “No puta. You coom heer Friday. Seex o’clock. We have partee. You unnastan?” He brought his hand up and waved my business card between his fingers. With an evil grin, he repeated, “You unnastan, puta?”
What the fuck? Was that some sort of threat? I was getting angry now. “Look,” I said, “I can’t come. I won’t be here. I’m leaving as soon as you give me a towel and won’t be coming back again. Ever. You understand THAT?” I tried to appear confident, but my shaky voice betrayed my nervousness and knew I was having even less effect with my face covered in semen.
“Yoo coom back, puta, or I make soom calls. Calls yoo may no wan me make, eh? You coom back, puta. Friday. Seex o’clock. Unna-STAN?” His teeth were clenched with the last word. “Now go! Yoo no geet my towel. Yoo go like dat, puta. Go now!” He pointed my way out.
I felt myself redden again. The thought of heading outside drenched in semen was as terrifying as it was humiliating. I’d worry about it later. Right then, I just wanted to get outta that place. I walked past him and felt the sting of a hard slap on my ass. “See yoo Friday, puta.” He closed the door.
I was backing out of his driveway when I got a peek of myself in the rear-view mirror. My face was dripping with semen. Holy shit I looked like a totally used mess! I was cursing that I hadn’t rented a car with tinted window. I used my sleeves to wipe off as much as I could and made a beeline to my hotel.
I got back to my motel and ran straight to the shower. What would he do with my business card? He had my name and number but what else did he have? My business number? So what? Who would he call? I shrugged it off deciding it was an empty threat. At least hoping it was. Then it dawned on that our website, which was also on my card, had a company directory on it. All neatly organized with photos, backgrounds and all the contact info he would need. Shit! My life could be made a living hell!
My little experiment had gotten out of control.