Cinnamon and the Stranger

It was about a week ago when I heard a knock on my door early one morning. It was another deliver, two boxes. One of them was a box of pink roses, very lovely. Michael had written a beautiful note. It had been a little over a week since we had agreed on our financial arrangement. I could hardly believe my luck! I was a sugar baby for a wealthy and generous man, and he was romantic as well. I could hardly be more spoiled!

"My dearest Cinnamon, I can hardly wait to be with you again, and to kiss your sweet lips. I love you madly! Your Michael." What a dear man! Honestly, he was one of the nicest men I had ever met.

The other box was from Honey Birdette. A gorgeous lingerie set, pale pink lacy bra and panties, and a straps and stockings to go with it. Beautiful, and it would look gorgeous on me, with my pale skin and red hair. Michael had great taste, and I was overwhelmed with his generosity!

I sent him a sweet thank you text, smiling at his kindness and passion. He really was a lovely gentleman.

There was another knock at the door. Another box? I opened the door, and there was a tall man standing there. Black hair, clean-shaven, dark flashing eyes, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the door most of the way, and raised my eyebrows at him.

"Good morning! I was just on my way to work out, and I noticed that you had a delivery." All of a sudden, I realized that I was wearing the tank top and thin pair of cotton shorts that I had slept in last night. My hair was in huge curls, falling all over my back and shoulders, my huge tits bouncing under the tank top. At the same time, I became aware now of how he looked. Muscular, nicely filling out that t-shirt, lithe muscular legs, and now that I looked, an impressive bulge in those shorts. He looked like he was in his mid- to late twenties.

"I, um... noticed you, so I thought I would say hello," he said. I looked at him silently. I hadn't said a word to him yet. I opened the door a little wider. With a flash, I realized that this must be the man who walked behind Michael while we were getting wildly sexual in the hall last week! It must have taken some confidence, at least, to knock on my door and say hello. He must have been standing out there for ten minutes, trying to get up the courage to knock.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just saw you..." He looked a bit defeated, and slowly turned to go. I still hadn't said anything to this man. I opened the door wide, and shot my hand out, grabbing him by the wrist. His head whirled around, and he looked shocked.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed, and tried to pull his wrist away. I shook my head, and pulled back on his arm. He looked at me, incredulous. I pulled more firmly on his arm, and he stepped towards me. I pulled again, and led him through my front door, which I closed with my bare foot.

"Wh - what's your name?" he stuttered, not smiling. He obviously didn't know what to think. I didn't answer him, but instead cocked my head and stared at him, unsmiling. He looked very uncomfortable. "Is... is everything okay?" he asked finally. I just stared back at him, opening wide my pale green eyes.

"Like I said, I'm sorry to bother you," he finally mumbled, looking down, and reached for the door knob. I put my hand on the door, blocking his way. He pulled his hand back, like he had burned it on a flame.

"You don't want me to go?" Again, I didn't say anything. Instead, I dropped to my knees, and pulled his shorts down with one motion. The stranger was wearing a jock strap, which I also pulled down in a swift motion. His cock sprang out towards my face, nearly erect.

"Whaaa..." he stuttered, stumbling on his shorts, backing against my front door. I took his swelling cock in one hand, and put it in my mouth, feeling it grow harder as i swirled my tongue around it. In a moment he was fully erect, and I began sucking him eagerly, running my tongue along it's veiny length as I deepthroated him.

"Fuuuuuck..." he moaned, his hands curling into fists. His eyes were closed tightly. I took his buttocks into my hands and pulled him all the way into my throat. He gasped and moaned, taking deep breaths through his clenched teeth. Suddenly he started pumping his erection in and out of my throat, gasping loudly. I looked up at him, and he was looking down at me with wide eyes. He did not look unsure any longer!

He pulled out of my mouth, a string of saliva swaying between his dick and my lips. We looked into each other's eyes, and he put his hands on the back of my head and shoved his cock back into my throat.

With every thrust there was a loud "glug... glug... glug..." and I kept my eyes on his. He pulled out again, and a long rope of saliva fell on my chin. He bared his teeth at me, and kept his hands on the back of my head. Now there was a faster "glug.. glug... glug..." as he pounded his veiny dick into my plump red lips. When he pulled out again, he grabbed his meat with one hand and whacked me in the cheek with it, then smearing the wetness across my face. I could feel the saliva dangling from my chin.

"Is that what you want?" he sneered, and plunged his weapon between my lips again, this time holding my head down with his strong hands until i gagged. "Is it?" he demanded.

"Uggghhh..." I choked, and looked back up at him with my wide green eyes. Silently. He roughly grabbed my hair in his fist, and forced my head down. I obediently took his shaved balls into my mouth, one at a time, licking and sucking them, pulling on them.

"Oh my god..." he moaned, and took a tighter grip on my hair. I could feel tears welling in my eyes. The stranger shoved his dick back into my throat again, and this time face-fucked me for several minutes. I choked again and again, the fucking got rougher and faster, and he was slamming my head into him now. Tears were running down my cheeks. Finally, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, and I let the saliva run out of my mouth, letting it run down my chin. Some of it was on my throat now. His cock and balls were covered with my saliva.

"Fuck!" he shouted, looking wildly at the ceiling. He wiped his genitals with one hand, and smeared the saliva across my face. "Fuck!" he shouted again, and took my hair in his fist again and forced his veiny weapon into my throat again.

"Glug... glug... glug..." I looked up at him with my tear-filled eyes, still silent. He pumped his meat into me for another minute or two, my gagging sounds just making him fuck my face more frantically. Finally, he pulled his cock out roughly, pumped it with a strong hand, and came with a load groan.

The stranger shot a rope of sticky cum onto my nose, between my eyes, and then on one cheek, and then the other. Another rope of white sperm landed on one of my eyes, and then another on my lips. It was a huge orgasm, draining his balls, and my face was covered!

He was spent, leaning backwards against my door, and i got up from my knees. I didn't speak or wipe off my face. I could see out of one eye. He was looking at me through half closed eyelids, panting. I took his arm in my hand, and pulled him forward, then pushed him through the doorway.

"Wha...." he stammered. He was standing in the hallway, his jockstrap still around one ankle. His mouth was open in shocked surprise. I kicked his shorts out into the hall, and closed the door.

I walked into the bathroom, and turned on the lights. There was cum in my hair, and my face was covered in his hot white jelly. Saliva dripped from my nose and my chin, and my throat was wet with spit. I picked up a hand towel, and began to clean my face.