Meeting Her Bull Around The Corner To Taste Her Pussy
When Kitty tells me I can't go down on her for a month, I get creative
(I got a message the other day from someone talking about how while they’re mostly straight, they have a fantasy of tasting Piper on my cock. It wasn’t completely out of the blue and I took it in stride. And then got inspired. Hope you enjoy!)
Kitty decided that for the entire month, I wasn’t allowed to taste her pussy. Not by ourselves, not after her boyfriend came in her, and not even a taste off her fingers after I watched her come.
It was a hot game, and I loved the denial. If she intended to make me frantically dream of tasting her perfect cunt, she succeeded. For days and weeks, it was all I thought about, and I became consumed by the memory of her thighs around my head as I buried my mouth between her legs.
And then, one afternoon, while I was at Lillie’s having a drink, I got the text. Her new boy toy was called Nathan, and he was handsome and sweet and loved to fuck her hard. He worked nights as a bartender, so it was common for him to stop by during the day, bend her over her desk, and fuck her brains out until both of them came.
“Kitty asked me to send you this, buddy.”
I didn’t know his number, but still, I knew exactly who it was. And not just because the picture attached showed my wife’s pussy stretched around his fat cock. Nathan was always willing to share, and Kitty used his generosity to torture me in delightful ways.
“Damn, she came the second I was in her. She must have been dying for it.”
A short video followed, and I watched (with the sound off) from my seat at the bar as Nathan fucked my wife on our dining room table. They typically spend about an hour together before she has to get back to work, and he heads off to the bar. When I got home, she’d most likely make me kneel on the floor and watch her touch herself with his cum dripping from her freshly-fucked hole.
But two Manhattans in had my brain working in overdrive. It was definitely hot, and I was hard at the bar with nothing to do about it. But as I watched the video over and over again, a thought formed in my head that wouldn’t let me go.
“Looks like you’re having fun!” I typed quickly so I couldn’t change my mind. “Can you stop by Lillie’s on your way out? I can meet you around the corner by the taco truck.”
I didn’t expect a response. The man was deep into my wife, and the thought of him texting me in the middle of fucking was silly. But once I moved onto my third drink and the hour wound down, I kept my phone in my line of sight.
And sure enough, Nathan wrote back a quick note at precisely four-thirty saying he’d see me soon. Oh, and also that he dumped three loads into her, and it totally sucked that I wasn’t allowed to eat her out because how hot would that be?
As I said. He was a sweetheart.
Which hopefully would play right into my hands.
I downed my third drink, paid my tab, and walked out to the side of the bar, where a narrow alley cut between the buildings. I tried not to hyperventilate as I waited, but Nathan’s smiling face soon showed up with the rest of him behind it.
He grabbed me in a big bear hug, put me down, and patted me on the shoulder.
“What’s up, man? Good to see you. Kitty was extra horny today. Whatever you two are doing this month seems to be working.”
“Listen, man; you know the deal. I can’t go down on her, no matter what, but that’s not what I care about now.”
“Sure, that sounds right,” he said, nodding as he kept up. Nathan is handsome, hung, and sweet but not the brightest bulb in the chandelier.
“You see, that video you sent was super hot. I always love watching Kitty fuck, but can I admit something to you?”
I took him by the arm and led him a few steps into the darkened alley. He followed along with an enthusiastic nod. I could tell him anything!
“Your dick looked amazing. She’s hot and looked good too, but watching that video, all I could focus on was your beautiful cock. And I gotta say, you got my mouth watering.”
“Oh really?” he said, teasing me as he leaned against the wall. If ever there was a service top, it was Nathan, and right now, I loved him for it. “This little thing?”
He grabbed his cock through his jeans as I nodded and licked my lips. I could see him growing hard as he winked at me, only half joking.
“There’s nothing little about it,” I said, stepping closer before reaching down and cupping him in one hand. “It’s big, and it’s beautiful, and I’d do anything to suck you off.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. I just fucked your wife, and now I get to fuck you too? This whole hotwife thing is working for me.”
He looked around cautiously as he undid his jeans, and I was so eager it was embarrassing. I knelt on the pavement and looked up, watching him pull himself free. He was thick and hard, and as I leaned in closer, I finally found what I was looking for.
His cock was still glistening with the telltale signs of my wife’s excitement, and I could smell her on him from a mile away. I reached up, took him in my hand, and then winked again.
“You’re so hot,” I moaned before I leaned in, opened my mouth, and then tasted my wife’s pussy on his fat cock.
I was ravenous as I sucked him, and he didn’t seem to mind. I licked up and down his shaft, desperate for every drop of her, and the only thing better than that taste was how fucking clever I was. I swirled my tongue around his head, getting all that I could as I jerked him off with one hand.
“Fuck, dude, you’re gonna make me come almost as quickly as your wife did. You suck cock good!”
“Do it, handsome. Give me everything you have.”
Nathan leaned back, grabbed my hair in a fist, and started thrusting into my mouth on a mission. I deep-throated him, still loving every second of it, but at the last moment, I pulled back and let him cum all over my hands, face, and neck. I looked up, laughing like it was the best thing in the world.
Nathan didn’t need to know that there was no way in hell I would ruin the bit of heaven that remained on my tongue.
He grunted as he came, and I didn’t care that I looked like a total mess. The only thing that mattered was that I could still taste my wife’s pussy — my mouth was filled with it — and she was none the wiser. Nathan would go off to work, and I’d go home and dutifully watch her get off as she told me how hard he fucked her. And foor the first time in weeks, I’d have a whisper of relief.
I wiped myself off as best I could with a bar napkin I had snatched just for that reason. Nathan helped me up, thanked me for the blowie, and walked me back into the light. I slapped him on the back, said thank you, and then turned to head home with love in my heart and pussy on my lips.
“Oh, dude, just one more thing,” he said. I turned to see his smiling face and realized in that second that maybe, I had underestimated his intelligence.
“What’s up?”
“You know I’m gonna have to tell Kitty about this, right? I mean, it was hot and all, but she’s gotta know. But hey, don’t worry, man. No regrets! Cool cool, see ya later.”
Before I could open my mouth to voice a hint of protest, he turned on his heels and vanished down the sidewalk.
I turned, shrugged, and took a deep breath.
Well, so much for my cleverness. Whatever Kitty would do when she heard, it would most likely be deliciously cruel. I licked my holy lips, put one foot in front of the other, and headed home to face the music.