“I Want Your Mouth”

As you guys know, I enjoy hearing about my reader’s sexual exploits, especially if they’re written well.  Such is the case with one of my favorite female readers.  She’s been lusting after an acquaintance for quite a while and had her patience rewarded with a cock in her mouth.  She’s asked that I not reveal her identity, but here’s her story in her own words.

We had been flirting for months, old acquaintances found on the Internet. I used college experiences and the teasing he had done then as a jumping off point to take the conversation to a dirtier place. We got comfortable talking about our sex lives along with the rest of our day-to-day existence. And finally, finally one day I baited him into taking our sex talk from hypothetical to intimate. I had fantasized about him so much in school, and fed off of his sexual energy to such an extent that the words leapt off the screen to tantalize me in a totally unprecedented way. The real life connection, the memory of his hands and his body and how much I had wanted him then made it so hot now. We started exchanging stories and fantasies that became increasingly personal.

In person, we kept things completely platonic and friendly. He talked about being worried about having been inappropriate when we hung out – staring at my tits too much or something. But he was never inappropriate enough for me.

Until one day. We met for lunch and ate nervously, wondering if anything would happen, rubbing up against one another at every chance. I watched the minutes of his lunch break tick by. As we approached the car I imagined him pressing me up against it. No. When we got in, I fiddled with my seat belt and avoided his gaze, almost breaking down and kissing him. No. We began driving, only a turn or two from his office, my stomach started to drop at the prospect of leaving with nothing but frustration one more time.

Then his hand grabbed my thigh. Hard, strong, insistent, not like I was used to being touched, but just how I remembered him touching me. It was like the wind was knocked out of my lungs and I was breathing in steam. I kept my eyes on the road as my body flushed. His hand massaged my thigh, running down to squeeze my knee then dragging his short nails back up. His forceful fingers roamed further towards my inner thigh, my legs parting as I drove recklessly. His hand went higher and higher, his pinky finger brushing against my panties, hitting my sensitive clit. I felt like drugs were being pumped through my body. As we approached the stop light that would lead to his office park I breathed out “where the hell can we go?” and he simply replied “Straight.”

I drove past his office and he continued his groping, once, just once, reaching up to pinch my nipple making me groan. The scenario was just like a dirty story he had sent me, and when we stopped at another light I followed the plot along to its next step. I grabbed him and shoved my tongue down his throat. I’m not sure he’d been ready for my tongue but I forced it through his lips, feeling too urgent to wait. We separated and I kept driving, following his directions, running my hand down his chest and right to his bulging crotch. Touching him felt so good and he groaned. When I turned at his last instruction and saw a dead end, a smile spread across my face.

I parked the car and leapt at him. It was the fruition of months of flirtation on top of years of fantasizing about him. If I had been able to think, I wouldn’t have been able to believe it. I couldn’t slow down my kisses or stop my hands from roaming his body…until he started rubbing my pussy. My God. I started getting completely out of control as he stroked my center. He’d been the inspiration for so many solo orgasms that having him be the physical source was a new level of high. He kissed and licked my neck and chest. I ripped my shirt off to give him better access, and I could tell it made him nervous. (I guess in retrospect we were only a few blocks from his office, haha.) It was so fucking intense.

I regained my focus and shifted my attention to him. He has my favorite build for a guy, really slim and compact but strong and solid, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him. My fingers found his erection in seconds and his head fell back with a groan, it felt so good to see him react like that. He was getting harder and harder beneath my hand through his pants. I started undoing his belt and my hands were shaking, he took over and released his fabulous cock. I was nervous, I hadn’t anticipated this going so far so fast, I was almost scared to touch him but my brain didn’t tell my hand that as it closed around him for the first time.

I began stroking him tentatively, kissing his neck, and he whispered “I want your mouth.” I laughed and dropped my head to his shoulder, giggling “I know you do…” trying to make the decision. But I don’t really remember ever making the decision…I just remember my mouth closing around his dick and finding precum already on his head. That taste did me in. I had to have more, I had to make him cum. I wasn’t thinking about my technique or remembering things that he’d talked about liking. I was just on blow-job autopilot if you will, my mind spinning about this actually happening here in the front seat of my car. He put his hand on the back of my head and grabbed my hair lightly and I nearly swooned. He applied light pressure and I took him deep in the rhythm he indicated. As soon as I regained the presence of mind to try and take him into my throat I felt his hot cum hit the back of my mouth and I started sucking it up and swallowing. It was just what I wanted and it felt like a long-sought-after victory. The sense of euphoria was really overwhelming and unexpected. Clearly, this was a high I was going to need to have again.

And thus began a series of lunch-break trysts ending in parking lot orgasms or me on my knees in the middle of the woods… we’ve yet to make our mark on an indoor location or really get to remove much clothing. Anticipation is high…

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