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Yes!
He
wanted me.
When
he used the hand gripping my hair to push me down to my knees between his
thighs, I couldn't help but grin. I knew what he wanted. It was what most men
wanted, especially after they got a good look at my overly plump lips. I
usually looked like I had been stung by something or punched right in the
lips.
Like
I said, I knew I looked good. If it wasn't my bubble butt they were after, it
was my lips. I looked like I could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.
Technically, I couldn't but that didn't stop me from trying. And that was
something I did well. I had no doubt I'd have this guy in the palm of my hand
in under a minute.
Yes,
I was that damn good.
Did
I mention I had no gag reflex?
At.
All.
I
quickly lowered the man's zipper and reached in to pull his cock out. I could
feel my heart skip a beat in my chest before my hand had fully pulled the
man's cock free from his pants. Once I got a good look at the monstrosity I
pulled out, I began to have my doubts about my abilities.
His
hands weren't the only things that were huge. He was hung like a fucking
horse. His cock was so thick that my hand wouldn't even fully close around it
and I seriously doubted I could cover every inch of his length if I had four
hands. He had to be at least ten inches long.
Okay, I might be in trouble.
The
hand curled in my hair tightened. When I glanced up, the man's dark eyebrow
was arched as if he were challenging me. I never, ever, let anyone dare me to
do something and not follow through. I started this. I was going to finish it.
Keeping my eyes locked with tall, dark, and handsome, I carefully lowered my
mouth and swallowed just the tip of the man's cock. My lips burned as they
stretched around his wide girth.
Oh
my fucking god!
The
drops of pre-cum pooling on the head of the man's cock trickled over my
tongue, bathing me in the most exotic flavors I had ever tasted in my life. I
had expected tart, 'cause let's face it, most men had bitter tasting cum.
This
man tasted spicy.
Tangy.
Irresistible.
Hell, he tasted like the ambrosia of the gods. I could seriously get addicted
to sucking this guy off on a regular basis. I might even beg for the chance.
Too bad this was just a onetime deal. I never went back for seconds.
I
did seriously consider it for about two seconds after tasting this guy. But I
didn't need the baggage. I just wanted to get off, even if it meant getting
Mr. Sexy off first. I just prayed he had really good recuperative powers. I
wasn't done with him by a long shot.
I
stroked my tongue over the head of his cock as I waited for my lips to stretch
around him enough to swallow him. It was obvious that it was going to take a
little more effort than normal for me to suck this guy off. I mentally
shrugged to myself. Oh well. He had the potential to give me a really good
ride. I could put a little more effort out for that.
I
tried to do just that. Once my mouth had adjusted to his size, I licked a long
path from the tip of his cock down to the root and then down just a bit
further. I felt the man's hand tighten in my hair when I sucked one of his
balls into my mouth. Oh yeah, he liked that. I could tell.
I
took the time to suck the other ball into my mouth, rolling it around with my
tongue before licking a line back up the thickly veined sides. By the time I
reached the slit on the head of his cock, another pool of pre-cum had gathered
and started dripping down the sides of his cock. I eagerly licked at each drop
until my mouth exploded in flavor.
Another long, deep groan fell from my lips as I slowly sucked him down. I got
about half way down the man's impressive erection before I had to pause and
draw in a deep breath through my nose. Once I had more air in my lungs, I
continued.
I'll
be the first to admit that I had a bit of an ego. Anyone looking the way I did
would have one. I couldn't walk into a room without having men, and women,
lust after my body. But the lust that flared in the man's deep blue eyes as I
swallowed him down until my nose was nestled in his pubic hair, was the
biggest ego boost I had ever received.
It
made me feel like I could conquer the world. I wanted more. I slowly started
to bob my head, sucking in my cheeks as I moved my lips up his thick cock. I
wanted to savor every last inch as he moved through my mouth.
Once
I got the hang of things, I was able to move faster. The more my mouth moved
up and down the man as he fucked my mouth, the easier it became to swallow him
down to the root every time. I could still feel drops of luscious tasting
pre-cum splattering over my tongue every time I swallowed, and god, it was
fucking fantastic.
When
the man's balls started to pull up tight to his body, I increased the speed of
my movements, sucking him down my throat faster and faster each time,
hollowing my cheeks out as I moved back up to the tip.
I
knew the man was getting close and I wanted him to remember this blow job as
the best one he had ever received. When his cock began to swell, my eyes
widened and I gagged. The man just grinned and held my head in place with a
hand to the back of my head.
I
suddenly couldn't get any air into my lungs. I tried breathing through my nose
but it was buried in the man's pubic hair as he shoved his cock all of the way
down my throat and came with a low rumble.
Load
after load of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I was able to but
I could feel drops of it slide out of the edges of my mouth. I ached to
swallow every drop but I just couldn't. When the pressure on the back of my
head released, I lifted my head, the man's cock falling from my mouth with a
loud plop, and went about licking up every drop of cum I could find.
When
Mr. Sex on a stick was all cleaned up, I carefully put him back in his pants
but I didn't zip him up. I was really hoping our time together wasn't over. My
need had been growing while I sucked him off and if I didn't get a cock in my
ass pretty soon, I was going to scream.
It
wouldn't be a pretty sight.
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