Sucking a Stranger's Cock

VALENTINA

The heavy downpour soaked me straight to the bone. I walked alone down the desolate, rain-slicked path leading toward my home. I made no effort to seek shelter, deliberately letting the freezing rain drench my clothes. My wet dress clung tightly to my skin, plastering my dark hair to my cheeks. I found a strange, quiet solace in the raging storm. The relentless rain provided a raw comfort that my newly ex-boyfriend never could.

My mind stewed in bitter anger over his cruel parting words from earlier today. He had dumped me with a mocking sneer on his face. He complained endlessly that I was far too dry and insensitive to his touch. I recalled the exact way his lips curled with disgust. He claimed I never melted in his arms like a normal woman should. The one time I actually allowed him to touch my pussy, he had the nerve to sigh in frustration. He cruelly announced that penetration would hurt because I was a lost cause.

He gave me one final piece of advice before walking out of my life. He told me to become a virgin nun for the rest of my life.

I kicked a puddle on the asphalt. "To hell with him!"

I knew my own body. I knew I was straight. I simply never felt aroused by him. His awkward fumbling brought me nothing but sheer boredom and physical discomfort. The fault was his, not mine.

The towering iron gates of the huge estate loomed ahead in the darkness. The sheer size of the property always served as a stark reminder of how drastically my life had changed. My father died when I was only six years old. For harsh years after his passing, my mother and I struggled financially. We barely scraped by until sudden salvation came from the shadows. We moved into this sprawling, luxurious estate. The property belonged to my dad's mysterious friend. This unnamed benefactor generously sponsored my education and gave us a roof over our heads. I had never once seen his face. I had never even heard his voice.

I pressed my thumb against the biometric scanner. The heavy front doors clicked open. I stepped out of the pouring rain and into the house. I fully expected my mother to greet me in the foyer.

The massive living room was dimly lit, illuminated only by a single low lamp. I wiped the cold rainwater from my eyes and froze. My mother was nowhere to be found. Instead, my wide eyes landed on a towering, muscular stranger sitting casually on our leather sofa.

He was shirtless. A white cotton towel hung loosely wrapped around his waist, doing very little to hide the overwhelming size of his frame. I stared blankly at his tanned skin. His perfectly sculpted abs rippled with every breath he took. Thick, powerful arms rested over the back of the cushions, showing off bulging biceps. An unfamiliar, heavy heat instantly ignited deep in my core, making my insides churn with fierce intensity.

The strange man slowly raised his head. Stern, piercing blue eyes locked directly onto mine. My heart jumped wildly in my chest. The frantic, hammering rhythm echoed in my ears. I never once experienced this kind of intense, visceral reaction with my ex.

The stranger stared back at me with predatory stillness. "What are you doing?"

His deep, masculine voice sent an immediate, heavy throb straight to my pussy. The rough sound alone was enough to make my breath catch in my throat.

He narrowed his piercing blue eyes at me. "Get over here already, I am not so patient."

His unquestionable authority washed over me. All logic and reason vanished from my mind. I could not formulate a single rational question about who he was or why he was sitting half-naked in my home. Compelled by his sheer, dominating aura, I took a hesitant step forward.

I walked slowly toward the sofa. My wet thighs brushed together with every step. I realized with a sudden, breathless shock that I was dripping wet. The heavy throb between my legs grew stronger. The slick heat pooling in my panties had nothing to do with the freezing rainwater soaking my dress.

I stood right before him, trembling under his heavy gaze.

He looked down at my soaked clothes. "A naive slut is what I get tonight? Get down on your knees already. Now."

The strict command carried the undeniable weight of a man used to ultimate obedience. My own swift compliance shocked me to my core. I slid down to my knees on the living room floor, kneeling directly between his parted legs. The intense heat radiating from his large body enveloped my cold skin.

The stranger reached down and casually loosened the knot of his towel. He let the white fabric fall away to the floor, revealing a massive, semi-hard cock. The thick girth of it made my mouth go instantly dry. It was huge even in its resting state, thick and heavy against his balls. I could only imagine the monstrous size it would become once it grew fully erect.

He rested his thick hands on his muscular thighs. "Take my cock in your hands and put that mouth to good use."

Warm, slick liquid pooled heavily between my thighs. My pussy throbbed with a desperate ache. This strange, potentially dangerous man had made me dripping wet without laying a single finger on my skin. My ex-boyfriend was wrong about me. I was not broken. I was not insensitive. The heavy moisture soaking my underwear proved his cruel accusations wrong in a matter of seconds.

Pure lust drove my actions. I reached out, my fingers trembling with nervous anticipation. I wrapped both of my small hands tightly around his impressive girth. The burning heat of his skin seared against my cold, wet palms. I traced my thumb over the thick veins lining his shaft. As I squeezed the heavy weight of his cock, my thumb brushed against cold metal. I realized he was pierced. The metallic ring near the head sent another intense jolt of raw desire straight to my core. I felt a desperate need to take his huge cock into my mouth.

He let out a harsh, ragged breath. "Fuck... Your hands surprisingly feel good."

I squeezed his thick shaft again, encouraged by his rough praise. I stroked upward, feeling the semi-hard flesh twitch and swell against my palms.

He looked down at me with burning blue eyes. "Use your saliva, bitch. Get that cock slick and lubed up."

His filthy, degrading orders only caused my arousal to spike higher. Being called a bitch by this commanding stranger made my pussy clench and weep. My thighs clamped tightly together as another wave of slick heat flooded my soaked underwear. I leaned in closer, my face hovering mere inches away from his groin. I breathed in his heavy, intoxicating, manly scent. The rich, musky aroma filled my senses.

I parted my lips and spit directly onto his thick cock.

I mimicked the explicit pornographic videos I had seen on late-night internet binges. I never imagined recreating those dirty scenes in real life, let alone with a nameless intruder in my own living room. I worked my hands over his slick length, spreading my spit over the thick, pierced head and down the long shaft. The wet, slapping sound of my palms rubbing against his skin echoed loudly in the quiet room. I knew I was going out of my mind doing this with a total stranger. I knew it defied all logic and sanity. But the raw sensation felt undeniably good.