David Crane - Door to door teaser

"Are you ill?"

"No… it's the erections."

"Pardon me?"

"Without my wife to satisfy my sexual needs, I find myself getting constant erections," he explained. "I'm a stock broker, you see, and I can hardly deal with investors when, at any moment, I might suddenly get a hard-on. Investors lose confidence in a broker with a boner, you know."

"Yes, I can see that might be a problem."

"I tried… but it didn't work out. I was just about to close a deal on some blue-chip stock. I stood up to offer the client my fountain pen. At that very moment my cock chose to get hard without the slightest warning. Why, it wasn't even tingling. It was limp as a noodle and then it suddenly sprang up like a ramrod. It burst from my fly in a most unseemly manner, the head sticking right out into the client's face."

"How dreadful!" Sarah said, feeling sorry for him but also quite fascinated by the sad tale.

"And that's not the worst of it, I fear," he said, shaking his handsome, rugged head and sighing deeply. "The client was looking down at the papers he was to sign. He reached out for the fountain pen without looking. His hand closed upon my cock by mistake. Well, you can imagine the disgrace. He thought me a pervert. Nor would he listen to my logical explanation… especially since my cock had commenced to drip onto the documents. So that's why I have been unable to work… and why I shall not be able to contribute to your fund, worthy as it is."

"How terrible," Sarah said.

"Yet, what can I do?"

"Couldn't you… errr… masturbate?"

"That doesn't work. Jerking off makes me horny."

Sarah really wanted to help this nice man with his problem. Her sympathetic nature was deeply touched.

"What about… a prostitute?" she suggested.

"Well, that would work. But I know of no call girls I could summon to come here, and I can't very well go out on the streets when my prick might erect at any moment. I might be arrested for exposing myself, you see. I don't dare that the chance. No, I shall merely sit here and starve, I expect."

"Oh, dear!"

"If only some kind young lady would happen to call on me… to take pity on my condition, you know? It would certainly be an act of charity on her part. And then I would be able to work again and I could make a large donation to worthy causes like the Periproct Fund."

An act of charity!

That struck a chord with Sarah, who was always doing charitable works. Should she offer to relieve this poor fellow? It wouldn't be at all like being loose-moralled, she realized. An act of pure charity is never immoral. She could save his career. She might even save his life!

Her eyes drifted down to his cock.

And lo and behold! His cock was starting to rise!

Sarah stared, fascinated, as that mighty bludgeon came up in a series of jolts, growing hard and fat, the knob ballooning. It snapped upright, poking out from his bathrobe and standing up before his belly, the huge head extending as high as his breastbone, the thick stalk humming like a tuning fork.

"See?" he cried. "Oh, see how the willful rascal gets hard without reason or warning? Oh, the disgrace!"

He buried his face in his hands. But he made no attempt to conceal his prick.

Sarah gazed at the huge tool in absolute fascination. She made her unselfish mind up on the spot.

She said, "Sir, I have been deeply affected by your sad tale and I am, by nature, sympathetic of worthy causes and inclined to acts of charity. I was wondering… would it save your career if I were to let you fuck me?"

He peered at her through splayed fingers.

"What a generous offer," he said.

She smiled with selfless pride and said, "I am not a virgin and it would be no hardship for me to let you borrow my pussy for a few minutes if it will solve your problem."

"But I fear not," he sighed.

Sarah blinked, amazed that he would turn her down when he was so obviously in need of a woman.

"I assure you, I am willing… but although my wicked wife has abandoned me, I am still married," he said. "I am a man of strong moral convictions and believe in the sanctity of marriage. I cannot fuck you for that would be an act of adultery."

Sarah saw that this was indeed a worthy man – refusing to compromise his convictions despite his wicked wife's disgraceful behavior. It made her want to help him out all the more.

She said, "How very admirable of you. But you did say that a prostitute would be able to help you. Would that not be much the same thing? Adulterous?"

"Yes, but I didn't intend to fuck a prostitute, you see. I would have sought… oral sex."

"That's not adultery, huh?"

"Certainly not!"

"I… golly… I've never sucked on a cock…"

She stared hard at his oh-so-suckable pecker.

He said, "Yes I can see that you aren't the sort of lewd woman who would make a practice of gobbling dick. Of course, an act of charity is not the same as an act of fellatio."

"It isn't?" she said, perfectly willing to be convinced of the fact, for her mouth had been watering for pecker ever since she had decided to give Jack some head.

"Certainly not. In this instance… why, it would be exactly the same as giving mouth to mouth resuscitation to a drowning man. Exactly the same. If a man were expiring for want of oxygen, you wouldn't think twice about blowing into his mouth, would you?"

"Of course not."

"In the same way, when a man is perishing for want of an orgasm, you would be willing to blow on his dick, I assume."

"Well, when you put it that way…"

"I'd be ever so thankful."

Sarah bit her lip.

She had certainly never intended to suck a stranger's cock. Even after she had made up her mind to start sucking dick she only thought to suck Jack's dick. But now she saw that this was a different case, with mitigating circumstances. She could do this man a great service and in return he would contribute to the fund as soon as he was able to go back to work, and it wouldn't really be like sucking a cock, it would be just as he said – mouth to cock resuscitation.

And his cock did look ever so tasty.

"I'll do it," she said in a soft voice, looking at him through a web of lowered eyelashes.

He sighed and settled back in his chair.

But she knew his dick, all right. Every bit of that huge tool's contour was imprinted on her mind through her eyes, and very, very soon it would be stamped into her awareness in a much more direct fashion. She stood up and moved towards him.

It seemed proper to do it as he sat in a chair in the living room; going to the bedroom would have added shades of eroticism and sexual overtones to what was, after all, merely an act of kindness. It was true that her cunt was starting to smolder and her mouth was drooling for his dick, but those were merely side effects – unavoidable and pleasant. She was acting through sympathy, not lust. But if she happened to enjoy it along the way, who could fault her?

Thus she reasoned as she moved across the room.

"My name is Sarah, by the way," she said.

"Steve," he said, and, for an awkward moment, they both wondered if they should shake hands or something. Then he smiled happily and tilted his head back.

Sarah was grateful to him for not staring at her – at least not at the start – since she had never sucked a dick before she would have felt embarrassed at having her initial, experimental efforts under close observation.

She hesitated for a moment, not with any last minute reluctance but merely thrilling to the expectation and, lingering over the final moments of her oral virginity.

She sink onto her flank, getting comfortable. Then she began to suck her first prick.

Sarah figured that if a job was worth doing, it was worth doing well, so she lingered lovingly over the preliminaries. She was in no hurry whatsoever and, in fact, rather hoped it would take him a long time to come because she was really looking forward to the thrill of munching pecker and figured she would prolong it as long as possible. The ultimate thrill would come, she supposed, when he creamed in her mouth. She was looking forward to that most of all. But – well – just because a girl enjoyed a creamy dessert did not mean she had to rush through the main course.