Hungry Mouth, Empty Wallet
This amateur straight guy finds himself in a compromising position, his finances dire, his pride in tatters. He agrees to service a stranger's cock for cold, hard cash. The room is stark, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of leather. He watches, almost hypnotized, as the other man's cock grows and hardens before him. He swallows, his throat dry, his heart pounding in his chest. He reaches out, his hands trembling slightly, wrapping his fingers around the girth. He leans in, his breath hot on the sensitive skin, before taking the head into his mouth. He sucks, his tongue lapping at the pre-cum that beads at the tip, his hand working the shaft in a steady rhythm. The stranger's moans fill the room, spurring him on, as he feels the cock throb and pulse in his mouth, the taste of salt and musk coating his tongue.