Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 12:06:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Local Service, part 4

Local Service
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

Part 4

This story contains authoritarian themes.  If that doesn't interest you,
please move on.  Thanks again to everyone who emailed.

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I saw Chad again a couple of days later, when he called me early on a
Thursday night while I was eating dinner in my apartment.  "Hey, bitch," he
said. "My cock requires your presence."

"Oh, okay, Chad.  I'll be down in a few minutes," I said.

"Are you deaf? I didn't say 'will require' did I?  I said 'requires,' as in
present tense.  As in, get the fuck down here, now."

"Yes, Chad," I said, looking at my half-eaten dinner.  "I'll be right
there."  I threw the food in the fridge and headed down.  When I knocked,
Chad called out, "It's open" and I entered the apartment and stood at the
entrance to his living room.

He was slouched on the couch, fully dressed, legs splayed, with his erect
cock poking out of his jeans.  His laptop was open on the coffee table in
front of him, and though I couldn't see the screen it was obvious from the
moaning sounds coming out of it that he was watching porn.

"The girl in this video has amazing tits," he said, looking over at me
hazily.  "And she appears to love blowing guys, just like you."  He pointed
to the floor, and I knelt.  "Down on all fours," he said and I complied.
"Of course, she's an actress, playing a role, while you are a true
cocksucker.  Aren't you?"  I nodded.  He pointed at the floor in front of
him.  "Then crawl over here and suck my cock, faggot."

As I crawled toward him, Chad said, "I was watching this video, started to
rub one out, and then I thought, why should I jerk off when I have my own
personal cocksucker to use instead." I reached the couch, stayed on my
hands and knees, my head level with his knee as I looked hungrily at his
thick cock.  He scooted forward on the couch, placed both hands on the back
of my head, and forced me down onto his cock.

Chad started in with a steady fucking right away, pushing and pulling my
head up and down.  My face would smash into his crotch as his dick speared
my throat, and then would pull me up and do it again, his hips thrusting
upward as he pulled my face down into his lap.  I looked up at him briefly,
but he was focussed on the video, as if I weren't even there.  "Oh, yeah,
bitch, suck it," he said, though I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or
the girl on the video.

Chad took one hand and grabbed hold of me by the hair, yanked my head
around and pushed my face sideways against his leg.  With the other hand he
grabbed his cock and started to bang me in the face with it. He looked down
at me and laughed. "What a fucking pussy you are," he said.  "Lick my nuts,
bitch." I stuck out my tongue and Chad pushed my face under him.  As I
licked his balls, he rubbed his cock across my face, slapping me with it,
and just covering my whole face with his cock.  I could feel his precum
leaving trails across my face.

After a couple of minutes of him dick-slapping my face he grabbed my head
again, plunged his cock into my mouth, and after a few thrusts unloaded.
It shot straight into my throat and down to my stomach, I didn't get to
hardly taste his cum at all.  As he came down from his orgasm, he leaned
back into the couch, pulled my face onto his crotch, and let his softening
cock just rest across my face.  "Don't move, bitch," he said.  So I knelt
there, my body arched forward, my face sideways against his leg, and his
cock just lying on my face, a tiny bit of residual cum dripping onto me
just next to my ear.

Chad leaned back, put his hands behind his head, kept watching the movie.
I remained there, face pointing into his crotch, and after a few minutes I
could tell that his dick was starting to tent up again.  I could literally
feel it getting larger and heavier on my face.  Chad cupped his hand hard
against the back of my neck and repositioned my face so that his balls were
right at my mouth.  "Lick, faggot," he said.  Out went my tongue, and I
started licking those big balls, thinking that maybe they had another load
in there he wanted to get out.  From time to time Chad would place his
other hand on top of his dick, sort of rubbing it and pushing it down
against my face at the same time.

Without warning he stood suddenly, which pushed me forward and down onto my
ass on the floor.  Then he peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it on the
couch.  Sitting on the floor I looked up at him, his beautiful chest, his
almost fully hard cock jutting out of his jeans.  The sight of that
magnificent torso again sent an extra jolt to my hard cock.

Chad slid the coffee table away from us, then lifted up his foot, placed it
against my shoulder and gave it a firm push, sending me all the way to the
floor.  He stood on either side of me, which gave me an incredible view: a
super handsome jock, shirtless, his gracefully muscular upper body towering
over me, with his big, growing cock poking out of a pair of sexy jeans.  I
could not believe my luck.

He pulled his jeans down slightly, completely freeing his cock, and then
knelt down on either side of me.  He pushed his cock into my mouth and then
stretched his body out and began to fuck my mouth.  He was doing push-ups,
his entire body basically coming down hard on me, his cock ramming into my
throat.  At one point he pushed it all the way in and left it there, my
nose buried in his pubes.  I couldn't breathe, tried to hold on, then began
to cough and gag.  He didn't move.  After a few more seconds of him not
moving I started to panic a little, and grabbed his strong thighs to push
him away.  But this just made him tense his body further and push down even
harder.  I was not a match for his strength, and I coughed more, saliva and
spit spilling out of my mouth and across my face.

Eventually he pulled up and all the way out of my mouth.  I took several
deep breaths, anticipating the next assault.  But instead of fucking my
mouth again, Chad repositioned himself.  He grabbed me by the wrists,
pulled my hands up over my head and held me down tightly by the wrists.
Then he completely lowered his body down onto mine, so that his balls were
at my chin and his dick was running along the entire length of my face.

"Get my balls in your mouth, bitch," Chad said.  I reached out my tongue,
licked around his nutsack, and then pulled one of his balls into my mouth.
Chad started to slide his body up and down, his cock pressed between my
face and his flat, hard stomach.  As I sucked his balls, he thrust his cock
against my face, literally "face-fucking" me, pleasuring himself with the
feeling of his cock nestled between my face and his own body, pushing the
entire weight of his body down on me, back and forth, while he held my
hands down tight and I sucked on his balls.  I could feel his hard, flat
stomach against my face as his cock was pressed against me, my cheeks, my
nose, my eyes, my forehead.  My entire face was buried in his crotch and
his abs.  He started fucking hard and fast and I struggled to keep my mouth
on his balls.  Then he let out a moan and I could feel his cum shooting
from his dick.

It hit me in the forehead, in my hair, and across my nose, as he continued
to slide his body back and forth.  When he was done he sat up on my chest,
pulling his balls out of my mouth.  I lay there looking up at him as his
cum ran down my face.  His chest looked incredible, so close to me, my cock
was bursting.  It took all the willpower I possessed not to reach out and
touch it.  There was a bit of his cum collected at the top of his stomach.
I stared at it, and Chad looked down at himself then at me.  "I see what
you're looking at.  You want that cum, right, faggot?"  I nodded.

Chad leaned forward, moving his torso closer to my face.  "You want me to
let you lick it off?"  I nodded again.  He then leaned closer towards me
and suddenly hocked up a big wad of spit and spat right in my face.  "That
is what you get when you try to push me away, bitch."

I was confused for a second and then remembered that I had pushed on his
legs when I felt like I might start to choke.  "But, Chad, I got scared
that I--" Another wad of spit hit me in my mouth, silencing me.

"Shut the fuck up, faggot.  Don't fucking argue with me," he said.  Then he
let loose with another gob of spit to my face.  "If you had behaved, I
would have let you lick my cum off, let you lick my chest the way I know
you are dying to do."  He put his hand to his torso and began to rub his
pecs, taunting me.  "But instead, you misbehaved, and so you lose out."
His hand slid down to his abs and he used his fingers to clean up the cum.
He held his fingers close to my face and I opened my mouth, expecting he
would let me lick the cum off.  But instead he pulled his hand away and
spit into my mouth.  Then he dried his fingers in my hair.  "Remember that
for next time," Chad said and then got up and walked out of the living
room.  "Done with you for now, cocksucker," he called as he was leaving.  I
made my way out.