Born to Serve

He was just sitting there. Naked. With that, that… thing hanging out.

How could it be so big when it wasn’t even fully hard? No, that’s, he couldn’t just sit here in her kitchen with his cock on display, it was outrageous!

He hadn’t said a word, and she didn’t know where to look. Her eyes kept coming back to the thick, dark, shaft, seeing it twitch and harden further. She opened her mouth, but, what to say? Her eyes drifted back down again. Was it, even bigger than before?

Pulling her gaze away from it, she met his eyes, glaring with all the fury she could muster. He returned her look impassively, just waiting for… something. Her eyes dropped once more. The room felt hot, stifling, and it took effort to breathe. His cock, fully hard now, jutted out, demanding her attention. That brown, chocolate, skin. The head, glistening with hunger and desire.

This time when she raised her head, he raised an eyebrow, and she found herself biting her lip, acting like some shy little girl. She didn’t know who he was, didn’t know how he had got here, but all she could do was stare. He nodded, and she was looking at his cock again. His hard, fat, black, cock.