u/29playme

Nick, alone in his home office, the hum of the desktop computer filling the silence, clicked on a video he'd been eyeing for weeks. It wasn't like the usual fare he'd been indulging in, this was different. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest like a teenager's. Here goes nothing.

The video played, the screen filling with two men, their bodies slick with sweat, limbs entwined. Nick felt a surge of something he couldn't quite place - curiosity, fear, excitement? He adjusted himself in his chair, his cock stirring against his jeans. He looked around the room, as if expecting Annie to materialize from the shadows, but he was alone.

He stood up, unbuttoning his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. He sat back down, his cock straining against his boxers. He hesitated, his hand hovering over his cock, then with a grunt, he pushed his boxers down and took himself in hand.

He watched the men on the screen, their moans filling the room, their bodies moving in ways he'd never seen, never imagined. He stroked himself, his grip tight, his movements jerky. It felt different, watching this, touching himself like this. The sound of the door creaking open made Nick jump, his hand freezing mid-stroke. He looked up, his eyes wide, to find Annie leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, well, well," she said, her voice low, "Looks like someone's been exploring."

Nick stammered, his face flushing red, "Annie, I can explain-"

She held up a hand, silencing him, "No need, Nick. I've been waiting for this." She pushed off from the doorframe, striding into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She stopped behind him, her hands resting on the back of his chair, her gaze fixed on the screen.

"What do you think, Nick?" she asked, her voice a purr, "About these two?"

Nick swallowed hard, his cock throbbing in his hand, "I...I don't know, Annie. It's...different."

Annie leaned down, her breath hot on his ear, "Different can be good, Nick. Really good." She reached around him, her hand covering his on his cock, guiding him in a slow, steady motion. "Let's explore this together, hmm?"

Nick let out a low moan, his head falling back against her shoulder, "Annie...what if...what if I like it?"

She chuckled, her hand leaving his to trail up his chest, her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt, "Then we'll deal with that, Nick. Together." She nipped at his earlobe, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "But for now, let's just...watch, and learn." Annie's hand returned to his, guiding him once more, but this time she leaned in, her voice firm yet tender, "Slower, Nick. Feel it. Don't just chase it." She moved his hand in a languid rhythm, her breath hot on his ear. "Imagine it's someone else's hand on you, someone new."

Nick's breath hitched, his body tense, but he followed her lead, his strokes slowing, becoming more deliberate. Annie nodded, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, "That's it, Nick. Explore. Feel every inch of yourself."

She guided his hand with hers, their fingers entwined, her nails grazing his skin. "You're beautiful like this, Nick. Soft, yet strong. Feminine, yet masculine. There's no shame in that."

Nick's breath caught, a whimper escaping him as they reached the base of his cock, their hands working in tandem. Annie's voice was a low, commanding purr, "Touch yourself, Nick. Show me how you like to be touched."

Nick's free hand moved tentatively, his fingers tracing the veins on his cock, his thumb rubbing the bead of precome at the tip. Annie watched, her eyes darkening, "Yes, Nick. Like that. Own it."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "Imagine a man's hands on you, Nick. Rough, yet gentle. Wanting, yet patient." She nipped at his earlobe, her hand tightening on his, guiding him faster. "Would you like that, Nick? A man's hands on you, a man's mouth on you?"

Nick's breath hitched, his body tensing as Annie's words sent a jolt of desire through him. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he didn't look away from the screen, his eyes fixed on the men now. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "I...I think I would." He swallowed hard, his hand following Annie's lead, their fingers working in sync. "I want to...I want to taste a cock, Annie. I want to feel it in my mouth."

Annie's breath caught, her grip on his hand tightening. She leaned in, her voice a low growl, "Dirty boy," she murmured, her teeth sinking into his earlobe. "You want to suck cock, don't you?"

Nick nodded, his body shivering, "Yes," he moaned, "I want to. I want to know what it feels like."

Annie's hand left his, moving down to cup his balls, her fingers rolling them gently. "And what if it's big, Nick? What if it's bigger than you've ever seen?"

Nick's hips bucked, his cock throbbing in his hand, "I...I don't know, Annie. I...I think I want to try."

Annie's hand left his balls, moving up to grip his chin, tilting his head back to look at her. Her eyes were fierce, her grip firm. "Look at you, Nick," she said, her voice a low growl, "All hot and bothered, talking about sucking cock. Is that what you want to be? A cock slut?"

Nick's eyes widened, his breath catching, but his hand didn't stop. He kept stroking, his grip tight, his movements steady. "I...I don't know, Annie," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "I just...I just know I want to try."

Annie's thumb brushed against his bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his. "Keep jerking off, Nick," she ordered, "But don't you dare come yet. Not until I say so."

Nick nodded, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his breath coming in short gasps. Annie watched, her eyes darkening, her voice a low purr, "That's it, Nick. Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you want to be a cock slut."

Nick's cheeks flushed red, but he didn't stop. He kept stroking, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Annie," he moaned, "I want to...I want to be a cock slut. I want to suck cock, I want to take it deep, I want to feel it in my throat."

Annie's breath caught, her grip on his chin tightening. "Good boy," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his, "Now, keep going. Don't you dare come until I say so. Understand?"

Nick nodded, his hand moving faster, his body tense, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Yes, Annie," he moaned, "I...I understand. I won't come until you say so." He kept stroking, his body shivering, his eyes fixed on Annie, waiting for her command. Annie's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, her voice dropping to a low, authoritative purr. "Listen up, Nick," she began, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. "You want to be a good cock slut, you need to know how to submit. You need to understand that you're there to please, to serve. Your pleasure is secondary, understand?"

Nick's breath hitched, but he nodded, his hand still moving in a steady rhythm, his cock throbbing in his grip. "Yes, Annie," he whispered, "I understand."

Annie's fingers moved to his lips, pressing down slightly, silencing him. "When you're with an alpha man, you're his to command. You do what he says, when he says it. No questions, no hesitation. You understand?"

Nick nodded again, his tongue darting out to lick Annie's fingers. She smirked, her eyes darkening. "Good boy," she murmured, "Now, when he tells you to suck his cock, you drop to your knees. You look up at him, wait for his command. Then, you take him out, nice and slow. You look at it, Nick. Really look at it. Appreciate it. It's your job to worship it, to make him feel like a king."

Nick's breath came in short gasps, his hand moving faster, his body tense. "Yes, Annie," he moaned, "I...I can do that."

Annie's fingers left his lips, moving down to his throat, wrapping around it in a loose, possessive grip. "When he tells you to suck, you do. You take him deep, Nick. You take him all the way to the back of your throat. You gag on it, you choke on it, but you don't pull back. You swallow it down, every inch of it. And when he fucks your face, you take it. You take it all, Nick. You don't pull back, you don't flinch. You take it like a good little slut."

Nick's eyes widened, but he nodded, his hand moving faster, his body shivering. "Yes, Annie," he moaned, "I...I can take it."

Annie's grip on his throat tightened, her eyes never leaving his. "And when he comes, Nick, you swallow it. Every drop. "Have you ever tasted your own cum, Nick?" Annie's voice was casual, almost conversational, yet there was an undercurrent of dominance that couldn't be ignored. Her grip on his throat remained firm, her eyes locked onto his.

Nick's hand faltered for a moment, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "What? No, Annie, I...I haven't," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Annie's lips curved into a smirk, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Well, maybe it's time you did," she said, her voice a low purr. "A good cock slut should know what he's working with, don't you think?"

Nick's eyes widened, but he didn't stop stroking his cock. His hand moved slower now, more deliberate, as if he was considering her words. "I...I guess so, Annie," he admitted, his voice hesitant.

Annie's smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with a wicked amusement. "Good," she said, her voice a low growl, "Because I want you to come for me, Nick. I want you to taste yourself. I want you to know what it feels like, what it tastes like, to be a cock slut."

Nick's breath hitched, his hand moving faster, his body tensing. "Yes, Annie," he moaned, his eyes fixed on her, waiting for her command. Annie's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, her voice dropping to a low, authoritative purr. "Now, Nick," she ordered, her fingers tightening around his throat, "Come for me. Come in your hand, and then, you're going to lick it up. Every last drop." Nick's body convulsed, his hand moving frantically as he obeyed Annie's command. He felt the familiar surge of pleasure, his cock pulsing as he came into his hand. He looked up at Annie, his breath ragged, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

Annie's grip on his throat didn't waver, her eyes never leaving his. "Now, Nick," she said, her voice a low, commanding growl, "You're going to be a good cock slut and do as you're told. You're going to lick up every drop of your cum like a good little slut."

Nick hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to his hand, now coated with his own release. He looked back up at Annie, her expression unyielding, her eyes challenging. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and then, slowly, he brought his hand to his mouth.

Annie watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as Nick tentatively licked his hand. He made a face, his nose wrinkling in disgust, but he didn't stop. He licked again, and again, until his hand was clean, until he had swallowed every last drop of his cum.

"Good boy," Annie murmured, her voice filled with approval, her fingers finally releasing their grip on his throat. "You're learning, Nick. You're learning to be a good cock slut."

Nick swallowed hard, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm, his mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions. But one thing was clear, he had never felt more alive, more awakened, than he did in that moment, under Annie's dominant gaze. And he knew, this was just the beginning. Annie's eyes softened, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. She leaned in, capturing Nick's lips in a long, sensual kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. When she pulled back, her eyes were shining with approval. "You taste good, Nick," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "Like a good little slut should."

Nick's breath hitched, his eyes never leaving hers. Annie smiled, trailing her fingers along his jaw one last time before standing up. "But I have to go now," she said, her voice matter-of-fact, her eyes still filled with that predatory hunger. "You've got some things to think about, some things to practice." She turned to leave, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "And when I come back, Nick," she called over her shoulder, "I expect you to be ready. Ready to be my cock slut." With that, she was gone, leaving Nick alone in the room, his body still tingling, his mind still reeling, but his heart filled with a newfound determination. He was ready. Ready to explore this new side of himself.