Her blue eyes had the shades of lake and ice. One couldn’t miss them. She looked like any average young women: red hair, a few freckles, and was a “normal” hight woman. She didn’t dress to stand out, didn’t spend hours in front of mirrors — she was a normal woman on the outside. But if ever you looked deep into the well of her eyes, you were caught. If you were walking, you’d stop in your tracks unable to take another step. She was that kind of a woman; that could have gotten any man in the world, or woman, but had settled for Roy, a slightly obese, older man — much older than her in fact — with opposite set of eyes; dark grey, half dead and quite boring. Roy would never get anyone to stop in their tracks. 

She liked cock. No, she loved them. Of course, in Roy’s mind, she loved his cock. Just his cock. But, she was different — although she may have looked normal didn’t mean she was normal under her female skin. This revelation had reached her when she was young, maybe fourteen or so and she’d known better than making a whore out of herself. She didn’t date the guys at school for that reason. She picked them up at hotel lobbies, airports, even the stock market or a simple elevator. She could, because all she had to do was to look them in the eyes. She wasn’t a whore — never charged. Yes, on occasion she got gifts. Sometimes very expensive gifts, and sometimes money too, but she never asked for it. She would never have asked. 

She loved any type of cock. Size wasn’t a matter, if it was crooked, cut, shaved, trimmed, huge, all of that had no significant meaning to her. She just loved the way she was in control of it. How it stood up like a young and eager soldier, excited with blood filled veins, drooling like a volcano. She loved how it felt in her hand, sometimes very hard and pulsating, other times, a bit soft and shy. She loved its sack and the musky smell that filled her nostrils. She loved the control she had when she licked its tip and sucked it inside her mouth. No man could ever resist that. She never let them fuck her though, because this wasn’t about that. Yes, they could play with her tits and nipples, call her a nasty cock-whore if they wanted to — but none had access to her pussy other than Roy. She loved Roy, and this wasn’t about cheating on him, going with sometimes younger and more virile cock — she had no idea what it was about really. Of course if Roy ever would to find out, she’d been screwed. He would surely throw her out on the streets to care for herself — at least. She’d never seen him being violent, but perhaps even that. He would perhaps crack her nose on his large, fat fist, and she would accept that — everything had a price, she knew that. 

She was at the airport, and had noticed this gentleman in a restaurants. She had fixated her eyes in his, and he was caught. He had smiled and encouraged her to come over to his table. She did and he presented himself and asked her if she wanted a glass of wine. She had said yes, and they had started to talk. He was on his way home to Atlanta after doing some business in her town — his flight was leaving in about one hour. “And you?” he was wondering. She lied and said she was there to leave a package, from her office. It sounded true. They talked some more, and he told her how incredible beautiful she was. She said she thought the same of him, and so he asked her if she thought it would be possible to meet up again the next time he was in town. She smiled, and leaned forward to whisper something in his ear. He blushed, but was soon following her steps. They went to the mens bathroom. Found an empty booth and went inside. She put her pointy finger to her lips as a sign to stay quiet. He nodded. She unbuckled his leather belt, and soon his pants was around his ankles. She played with his cock for a little and then took him in her mouth. She knew they didn’t have much time before his flight. It didn’t take long, and he soon shot it all over her. He pulled his pant back up, and thanked her for such a great honor. He gave her a couple of one hundred dollar bills, gave her a card, told her what week he was going to be in town again, and finally: “Call me!” She smiled and nodded. She knew she wasn’t going to see him ever again, and before she went outside, she tossed his card in the trash bin. When she opened the bathroom door she got a shock. On his way in was Roy, who looked even more dumbfounded. “What… What are you doing here?” he finally spoke. “And why the hell are you in the mens bathroom?” She had to think of something quickly: “Well I was delivering a package from the office, and needed the bathroom desperately. I had no idea it was then mens bathroom…I swear…” She was hoping she had cleaned all the sperm away. “Right, whatever!” he shouted and ran pass her. 

She was lucky, because they where nobody inside the bathroom, not a single man. Roy came out and apologized. They kissed — she let him — even though she knew that she still had that old mans cock in her mouth.