Monsieur Courier

December 23rd, 2024

"What time should I come over?", he asked by text.

"Whenever you want, I'm still working from home", I replied.

"Okay, then during lunch break. I'll have no more than an hour though".

I replied it was going to be okay. Even ten minutes with his cock in my mouth would send me to heaven. His 8 inches of thick cock has explored my throat less than ten times at that point but has left a very very lasting impression on me. Fuck I love that cock so much.

"Monsieur Courier, I have a tiny request..." I texted.

"What is it?"

"Could you come over without wearing underwear?"

A fellow reader suggested I ask that to him that and the idea turned me on so much I had to ask it. My phone kept silent for a few minutes then shortly vibrated.

"Okay but I'm afraid it will show", he said.

"That's the idea, M. Courier ;)"

"We'll see. See you at noon".

"Okay, tell me as soon as you've parked your car".

That sounded like I had failed but I was gonna have his cock in my mouth anyways so whatever. At noon he texted me and I ran to the first floor of my apartment building to meet him there. He was surprised to see me down there as he usually went up to my floor as I would be waiting for him.

"I wanted to see the show", I said as I looked at his crotch.

I could see the outline of his big penis and understood he was freeballing.

"I feel naked", he said, blushing.

"You're not alone, I said as I grabbed my cock to make him understand I was freeballing as well.

He let out a shy laugh and we both walked to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I put my hand on his package and started massaging it.

He said nothing but I heard him softly moan. He looked nervous.

"Not here", he whispered.

"Don't worry, nobody will get in", I said, hoping I was going to be right.

I opened his fly and put my hand in his pants. Yup, no underwear. That gave me an instant boner, and my hand on his warm cock gave him one as well. And it was starting to show big time. Monsieur Bulge, I should call him from now. His heavy cock was hanging next to his left thigh and his balls were on the other side of the pants seam. Fuck it was so hot to watch and touch.

The elevator bipped. We were at my floor. The doors opened and I quickly looked outside. No one was here. I stopped M. Courier and he looked at me, surprised, as I unbutonned his pants, took his cock and balls delicately out of his pants and left them hang off like big pieces of meat.

"What are you doing??" he said, a tiny bit panicked.

"Just follow me", I replied. I took my cock and balls out as well and started walking towards my place, reallyyyyy hoping nobody would see us. He hesitated leaving the elevator but then followed me. I looked back and almost melted. This lanky guy in his forties, with this huge cock and heavy balls just dangling left and right out of his pants in the middle of my hallway just made me want to kneel down right now and suck him dry.

We got to my door, both excited but afraid to get caught - him more than me apparently - and we got in.

"That was fun", I said. "Did you like it?"

He was blushing so hard, it was actually super cute. And his cock was very hard, so I took it as a yes. And as an invitation to start being the cocksucker whore that I am. I kneeled down and took his cock in my mouth. He gasped and put his hands on my head. For a few minutes, I sucked him there at the door, lubricating his giant cock with my spit. Soon enough I was deepthroating him, my throat not yet entirely relaxed to welcome his girth without resistance but enough to take us to cloud 9.

"Do you like wearing no underwear, M. Courier?" I asked between two deepthroatings.

"It was..." he was hesitating.

"It was hot", I replied for him.

"Yes, it was hot..." he admitted.

"Did you feel exposed?" I asked.

"Yes..."

"Did you feel like I need to be punished for inflicting that onto you?" I asked.

He didn't reply but his hands did the talking. He firmly took my head and imprinted on it his rhythm. His cock was going in and out of my mouth slowly and deep. He knew I liked to be gagged and he did that a few times, giving me time to breathe only when I was out of air. He was fucking my brain more than my mouth and he knew it at that point.

He let go of my head and had me stand up, and directed me towards my bedroom. Taking initiative, M. Courier? That's good!! The whore that I am likes that.

He told me to get naked. I did. And to get on the bed, on all fours. I did. And he seemed a bit hesitant for a second or too and said :

"What do you want me to do to you with my cock?"

Fuck yes. Talk to me, M. Courier.

"I want you to fuck my mouth with your huge dick", I said.

He said nothing but took my head again with his hands and directed my mouth to his cock. It entered without any kind of resistance. I was feeling his swollen cock head going up and down my throat and it was exhilirating as always. My nose got buried in his pubes everytime he would penetrate my mouth, and my beard would caress his balls everytime they'd slap my chin. I was on all four, one hand on my cock, my legs spread like I was a fucking slut, my back arched - hoping he'd like what he saw - and my brain was experimenting heaven on earth.

"...ter?" I heard.

"What?" I mumbled with his cock in my mouth.

"Faster?" he repeated.

I nodded yes and I felt his hand grip my head tighter. He sped up almost with no warning. rapidly, his cock was ravaging my throat, I was nothing more than a whole for him and all I could hear was my heartbeat and the sound of his balls hitting my chin. His heavy balls, full of cum, full of daddy juice, of semen, of babby batter. Of that white milk he was going to offer me.

He fucked my throat very hard until he let out a very loud moan and I felt his nectar fill my throat. The smell of cum went up my nose and I could feel the spasms of his dick widen my oesophagus. I came at that very moment and didn't bother keeping my cum in my hand but let it explode on my bed cover. I kept his cock in my mouth until I was in need for oxygen. My heart was beating so hard, from the excitement or lack of air, I don't know. M. Courier was breathing hard, his cock still hard and dripping with cum and saliva.

I told him to get closer to me - he did - and took to clean his cock with my mouth. I swallowed every ounce of lust that remained on his beautiful penis until it was shiny clean.

I looked at him and said :

"Next time, underwear or not?"

He shyly laughed and said :

"We'll see."