Nightshift Part Four

* “Sokha lena!” his low, resonant voice twice commanded me. I had no idea what language he was speaking, but the word rang familiar to another that I did understand and I quickly bent to what I believed was his orders. The cobblestone beneath my knees was hard and painful to kneel on, but as soon as my lips neared his massive cock, his manly smell obliterated any discomfort I may have felt on my knees.



He was musky, and yet a sweet oily smell wafted from the head of his uncut cock, which stiffly rose to greet my lips in anticipation of penetrating the warm, moist tunnel they guarded. I peeled the thick prepuce away from the bulbous head and opened my mouth to welcome the cock I’d been wanting forever!