After I have calmed down, Uncle Rodney took hold of my legs and moved me round so I was now sitting on the edge of the bed. He lowered me so that I was now lying on the bed with my legs hanging off the side with my feet on the floor. He moved round between my spread legs and lightly ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs, each time stopping just before his fingers touched my pussy. I could feel my cunt getting wet again.
Finally, his fingers touched my pussy ever so lightly and I squirmed around on the bed trying to get his fingers to enter my wet and hungry pussy. But Uncle Rodney was not ready for that yet. Instead, he ran the very tips of his fingers up and down my slit, allowing his index finger to push into my cunt to very lightly touch my swollen clit, making me moan out and almost at the brim of begging him to fuck me. As he teased my pussy, he leaned forward over my body and took a nipple into his mouth and bit it between his teeth, flicking his tongue to tickle my sensitive erect nipple.
The sensation was overwhelming and I was crying out for him to shove his big fat cock into my hungry cunt, screaming that I wanted to cum again. But Uncle Rodney had other ideas and he made me wait until he was ready. Moving from one tit to the other, he continued licking and sucking my rock hard nipples, driving me crazy with desire for his cock. As he played with my nipples, he took my inner lips between his finger and thumb and was playing with them too. I was getting so aroused, my cunt was dripping wet and my juices flowed down my bums and onto the bedsheet.
Then without any warning, he let go of my inner lips and pushed two fingers deep inside me. My body arched up and I cried out, “OH YES YES YES plsssssssss don’t stop,” as he pumped his fingers into my slimy wet pussy again and again until my cuntal walls contracted and gripped his fingers. He knew I was cumming again and continued fucking my wet cunt with his fingers until I exploded in another series of orgasm. As I continued to cum, he curled his fingers up and found my G-spot. He touched my G-spot with the tip of his fingers and I exploded into another bout of orgasm, my entire body shaking hard as the climatic sensation ripped through my body. This round of orgasm was so massive that my cuntal muscles wrapped around his finger so tightly, he couldn’t pull them out until I had fully recovered from the orgasm and relaxed my cuntal muscles. Pulling his fingers from my pussy, he placed them on my lips and I opened my mouth and licked up my own cum juices from his fingers.
Kneeling up between my legs, he placed his arms under my legs and lifted them up and placed them onto his shoulders. Reaching down I took hold of his cock which had droplets of pre-cum hanging down from his pee-hole, and aimed it at my cunt. I spread my legs wider while he held them up a little higher so I could guide his cock into place. Placing his cock head up against my swollen lips, he eased forward and my pussy opened up to swallow his cock in. I cried out in joy as inch by inch Uncle Rodney humongous cock slowly but surely entered me. Once his cock was almost all the way inside of me, I rested my legs back on his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck.
Uncle Rodney held his tumescent cock inside me for a while before plunging the entire length back into my pussy. I was thrashing my head back and forth breathing deeply taking in big gulps of air each time he thrusted his stiff rod into my hungry cunt. I began moaning out loud as he fucked me harder and harder, ramming his rock hard lance all the way, deep into me. I could feel his swollen cock slammed hard against my swollen cunt, each time our bodies met.
Within minutes of his cock ramming inside me, I felt my body began to break out in tremors, yet once again. I cried out that I was cumming again and my cuntal muscles gripped tight around his throbbing cock tightly as I exploded once more. My juice flowed out of my cunt running over Uncle’s huge balls. He started fucking me like a stallion and each time our bodies met, I could hear the squelching noises made by his balls slapping against my bums. Uncle continued to fuck the daylights out of me, forcing his throbbing cock deep into my dripping wet cunt as he fucked me relentlessly through my climax. Uncle has a very good stamina and continued fucking me for at least another 20 minutes. With one final thrust which was so forceful it pushed me up the bed, he emptied his load of cum deep into my cunt. I screamed, “oh yes, oh yes, don’t stop, fill me with your man juice.” Uncle’s gigantic cock shot load after load of thick warm goo deep down into me. The sensation was devastating. As he pumped and released his sperm into my vagina, I could feel the electrifying sensation sent from the tip of his pulsating cock all through my body right down to the tips of my fingers and toes. As he cummed into me, the feeling of completeness was so intense, my toes curled up. I shut my eyes and held tightly to uncle, digging my nails into his back, otherwise I would have fainted from the climax.
After we have relaxed, the deposit of his spunk mixed with my cum juice began to flow out of my cunt and dribbled down the inside of my thigh. Uncle made me lie on the bed. He knelt over my head and leaned forward. He started to lick my legs and finally my cunt to clean up the mess. I took hold of his limp cock and placed it into my mouth and started to lick it clean, pushing my tongue under the foreskin to make sure I got every last drop.
We have a senior partner based in our Hong Kong HQ who is American of Italian descent. He is quite a sportsman - tennis, jogging, cycling, swimming and he loves taking part in triathelon. He told me some months back he suffered some sports injury and a local introduced him to a Chinese masseur who has a reputation for giving the best massage to soothe those ailing muscles. He first visited him for his injury but since then, he told me he goes to him every fortnight and there is a reason for his continued visits. This story was told to me on our first date and he gave me an amazing fuck after he narrated the story which goes like this:
I’m a married guy who is comfortable being naked. I like the freedom of being clothes-free and I enjoy it even more if others are around, either participating themselves of if not, at least watching. I like being viewed and there is a strong exhibitionist streak in knowing that my nudity is being observed and enjoyed. It’s especially hot if it is other guys and I’ve had several bisexuali experiences over the years meaning I’m just as happy having sex or just showing off to a guy as I am with a girl.
Normally, this happens on a beach in the summer somewhere in Europe or any of the islands in South East Asia. But recently, it’s been happening in the back room of a Chinese massage shop in Mongkok. Their window display promoted sports massage. There was this time when I needed a competent pair of hands to work away the pain I was suffering on my thighs. The place had jars of odd looking herbs lined up behind the counter. They also practise acupuncture and it was certainly an above-board looking place.
I went inside and a delightful Chinese guy in his 60s with a Doctor title to his name said he could see me immediately. He led me upstairs to a massage table and over the next hour, gave me an excellent sports massage with him in his white coat and me in just a pair of boxers. We talked about his family, his who is in university, gardening and a whole bunch of other banal topics. While nothing untoward happened, there was something in the air that suggested the promise of more to come. So I booked another session with
him a week later.
This time I turned up in my running gear and fter I undressed, it meant I had nothing else underneath. I laid myself on his table completely naked. He came in to the room and seeing my naked body, draped a towel across my back as he went to work on my legs. The moment his pair of hands started working on my upper, inner thighs, I was instantly turned on and that’s what happened here.
He asked me to turn around on my back and the bulge in the towel was a giveaway as he continued working without any comment. Finally, he asked me to lie on my side and as he worked away on the targeted group of muscles, the towel fell away and neither of us bothered to retrieve it. Absolutely nothing was said but I could see him snatching glimpses of my semi-erect cock wobbling away as he pummelled my body.
On the next occasion, he went for the towel to cover me and I told him not to bother as I was alright about being naked. With my legs apart, I knew he would be seeing my hardening cock pointing downwards and he did seem to spend an inordinate amount of time on my gluts and upper thighs. Once I turned over, my hardon was fully on display. While he spent a long time looking at it, nothing happened. As soon as he had finished and left the room, I gave my dick a few tugs and was quickly splashing cum all over his couch!
One thing that always happens to me when aroused is I leak a heavy load of pre-cum. On one of the next occasions, he commented that he had not seen this happening before in a man and thought it was some sort of discharge that a GP would need to look at. I told him it was normal and happens when I’m turned on. He looked fascinated and with both of us looking at my cock, I wiped a great globule off and pulled it between my fingers to show its consistency. His head bent close to study it and then watched closely as I pulled my foreskin right back and wiped off another load of precum.
As each visit took place, the atmosphere became more and more intimate. He now didn’t leave the room as I undressed but stayed to watch as I stripped naked. Rather than get me straight on the massage couch, we would talk about which muscles needed attention (funnily enough they were always the gluts and upper, inner thighs)! There is something super-hot about being naked in the presence of a fully dressed guy as we nonchalantly talked about my (exposed) body.
It was now standard to get a raging erection and standard not to cover it as I rolled on my back. In the first few sessions, I might give it a touch to move it to one side or give it just a soft stroke but emboldened, I started to properly stroke myself with one hand cupping my balls and the other running up and down my shaft, swirling a thumb round my engorged helmet and making it wet from all the precum. Once, in a rather thick voice, I asked, do you mind me doing this?' to which he replied not at all – please go ahead’. So I would exhibit myself in all my hardness for his feasting eyes. And all the while, he would continue with his massage. He commented that I was very fit for my years (early 50’s and when he said it several times, I knew he was referring to my strength of hardon rather than my abs or general physique. When hard, I’m a good 8 inches in length with a good thick girth and a large pair of balls. Aside from a small amount of pubic hair, I shave that area to expose as much of myself as possible. Overall, I knew he liked what he saw.
Finally, in one session feeling hornier than hell, I stroked myself more and more enthusiastically until I was having a full hardon. Being fully nude and fully aroused, I began to wank frantically. Again, I asked if he minded and again, he showed no disgust, no desire for me to stop and was clearly happy as he said `no, no, please continue'.
It didn’t take long and as I spurted jet after jet of hot spunk on to my belly, he whispered admiringly `very good – just like young man’. It was the only time he stopped the massage as he went to get a tissue and wiped my body clean.
And that’s our routine now. I go once every 2 weeks, he watches as I get naked, we chat with me naked and then he massages my muscles as I put on a show for him. And at the end of the session, back in the front of the shop, we are politeness personified as I pay the bill, he shakes my hand and we part as if nothing has happened. Mind you, I quite often have to wait at the counter as he heads straight to the staff rest room and my guess is he is wanking away his arousal too.
And while it would be great for him to actually reach out and touch me – and me him – the fact that it is all so doctor/patient in its scenario, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
We were in Shenzhen and since it was Saturday, the staff (guys and gals) suggested painting the town red. We had dinner and then drinks at a local pub. After several rounds of drinks, the gals suggested visiting a KTV pub. We were not familiar with the place but Mr Fong who has done projects in Shenzhen suggested a certain KTV pub where we could have some real hardcore fun. So we headed to the place.
We hired a private room. One entering, I realised how dimly lit it was. After the 2nd song, 2 young ladies dressed in very revealing clothing came in and asked if we needed company. Mr Fong invited them in and then started singing with one of them. The other one joined Mr Shimla on the couch. Shimla was a director from India who was visiting the group project as a regional inspector.
While Mr Fong and the lady were singing and the rest of us were sort of singing along and clapping our hands, from the corner of my eyes I saw that the other lady and Mr Shimla were held in a tight embrace. She planted her lips on Shimla’s and they got into a passionate kiss.
My attention went back to the group and after several minutes, my eyes wandered back to what was happening at Shimla’s corner of the room. The lady was standing up in front of Shimla and began to pull down the straps of her skimpy dress. The dress fell down to her waist exposing her perky tits. Then she bent over and began unbuttoning Shimla’s shirt. I guess he was too drunk by then to even stop her from advancing further. Next she pulled up her dressed and her hands went down and came up with her panties which she pushed onto Shimla’s face asking him to smell it. Shimla burst out laughing but nevertheless did as she demanded. Then she sat on his thighs facing him and they started kissing again as she grind her crotch on Shimla’s. Then she did the most daring act. She unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his loops. The he undid the top button of his pants and slowly unzipped his pants. In one swoop, she pulled his pants along with his briefs down right to his ankles, exposing Shimla’s very long half-erect cock. Even half hard it looked to be at least 6 inches long.
I nudged Emily and turning to me she saw what was happening. We both sat in our seats staring at the spectacle before our very eyes.
She whispered something into Shimla’s ears but because the music was so loud we couldn’t hear anything but we saw that Shimla was beaming from ear to ear.
She knelt in front of Shimla, placing both her hands on his knees, she spread his legs open. She then placed her face in his lap and without much ceremony, engulfed his semi-erect cock into her mouth in one motion. She moved her right hand down and started caressing Shimla’s balls. We couldn’t see very much from our angle but was certain that her head started bobbing up and down Shimla’s cock. At one stage she stopped and released his cock from her mouth. That was when we actually got to see how large his cock was. It must be at least 7.5 inches long when fully erect.
Then we heard Shimla moaning. She took all 7.5 inches of his cock in her mouth then we heard Shimla shouting, “I am cummmmmmmmmming.” Everyone turned in their direction and the singing stopped for that moment. She didn’t let go of his cock but continued bobbing her head up and down until Shimla pleaded, “Stopppppppp, stopppp. I can’t take it any more.”
She let go of his dick and stood up. Shimla’s cock was exposed and we saw that it was still hard and throbbing. A thin stream of cum hung from the tip of his penis all the way to the cushion.
The lady was now fully dressed and stretched her hand towards Shimla. He dug into his wallet and passed a stash of notes into her hands. She bent down and gave his now half-hard cock a peck and then walked over to John and asked if he liked a blow-job too. But he declined.
After the 2 ladies left, we teased John but he said he is not used to letting someone suck his dick in full view of his colleagues. Then we continued singing.
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Sis did you do any naughty things in the KTV room?
no i didn’t this time as i was already royally fucked by mr fong before going out with them.
He is not a paid chauffeur. Rather 24 year old Steve was one of our colleagues but he is always the one who offered to drive us around. On this day, I was suddenly recalled to HQ. So after finishing work for the day at the client’s office, he offered to drive me back to HQ since it was already 9pm.
Along the way, we were caught in a bad traffic jam so we started talking about almost everything under the sun when he suddenly turned to me and asked, “I heard you are thinking of breaking off with your Singapore boy friend?” I was taken aback but confirmed that it is true. Then he asked whether I was going to miss him. I nodded and then he asked what about him I was going to miss the most. Without thinking, I blurted out, “sucking his cock and letting him bring me to climax with his tongue.”
Steve stiffened up a little and was silent for a while. Then quietly he murmured that his girl friend had refused time and again to suck him off. She would, at best, masturbated him to orgasm.
As we spoke I glanced down at his crotch and noticed a slight bulge. Out of the blue I commented that he has nice pecs. He smiled and said, “ya, that’s what my girl friend said too.” My hand reached out to feel his chest. He seemed to enjoy that. I got more daring and my hand trailed down his body and gently groped his crotch. I played with his dick through his pants and soon felt him start to harden. He pulled the car off the main road and headed down a path that led to a quiet car park on a hill top. The place was dark and deserted. He turned off the engine, climbed off and walking to my side of the car, he opened the door and stood outside facing me. I could clearly see the tent in his pants. I gently caressed his hardness through the soft fabric of his business pants. He jumped at little when my hand touched him there, probably because he had not anticipated that wonderful sensation. I continued to massage his boner through his pants. He moaned a bit and tipped his head back. I undid his pants and pulled down his zipper. His pants fell to the ground. I hooked both thumbs on his underwear and slid them down. Out popped his hard dick. He was drooling precum. I moved in and my tongue stretched out and licked the precum off the end of his dick. That was followed by a loud groan as I swallowed him to the pubes. “Oh fuck!” he said as hips started to move forward and back. “This feels so good.” He continued his movement as I kept my lips wrapped tightly on his cock.
It was not long as his breathing quickened and I knew he was close. I sucked him applying more suction on his cock and he blew his load into the back of my throat. I swallowed and eased off as his body jerked a bit. Just as my lips released his cock from my mouth, he shot one more glob of cum that landed on my chin. I quickly scooped it up with a finger and savoured its taste. He stared at me in disbelief.
Steve pulled up his underwear and pants. There I sat, squirming, as my cunt was on fire. I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down. He went back to his seat and turning to face me, began to finger my pussy which was moist by now. I was hoping that he would use his tongue to bring me to my own climax. Nope that did not happen but he did continue fingering me until I was almost ready to orgase. Then he used his other hand to play with my clitoris as he continued sliding his index finger in and out of my cunt which was on fire. It didn’t take long for me to reach my climax and my cunt juice started flowing out of my vagina down his finger. Then he gave me a light kiss and asked me to dress up quickly as he was running late.
It was my first real world job - working as an intern in a small accountancy firm. The boss was Greg. Married to a ravishing beauty who bore him 3 equally pretty girls. They pop by the firm every now and then.
Then there was another intern called Jack who was very athletic but what can I say about him - all brawn and no brains. He made far too many errors in his work and I often covered up for him. That week he made one major major mistake and begged me to cover up for him with the promise that he would make me feel real fine with his tongue. I am a sucker for a good strong tongue that could bring me to multiple orgasm, so I agreed. Bad thing was a permanent staff checked and discovered the mistake. I was called in by Greg after the rest of the staff had left for the day. He interrogated me. At last, having no other ways of covering up for Jack or myself, I broke down in tears and admitted that I knew about the error but helped Jack cover up. He was so angry he almost threw me out of his office. But being the gentleman that he was, he tried very hard to keep his cool and reprimanded me very sternly and then he said, “I have to terminate your internship. Pack your stuff and leave before I do.”
I fell to my knees and cried, begging him to reconsider. Having one’s internship terminated would have a very negative bearing on one’s character and ability. I moved to the other side of his desk and kneeling in front of him, continued to plea with him. He turned his swivel chair to face me and asked why he should reconsider. I gave him all the reasons I could think of but nothing moved him. He was a man of principle and he thought that was the right decision and best thing to do.
Then staring into his eyes, I blurted out, “I don’t mind losing the internship but I don’t want to miss seeing you every morning.” Greg was speechless and mumbled incoherently, “Um…what are you talking about ….. I am a married Catholic guy.”
I continued to look into his eyes and became more determined, “I have a crush on you, Greg. I think about what you look like without your clothing. When I play with myself in bed, you are always on my mind. I think a lot about what your dick looks like.” He shook his head, “But I’m your boss. And I’m married. I don’t think this is such a good idea…you don’t know what your are saying.” My determination did not wane. “I know that. That’s why it’s perfect. I have a thing for older married man. They just need to get off. No strings attached. That suits me very well.” I could see that he was starting to panic.
I placed a hand on his leg, high on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. I can just suck you off. Make you feel good. Satisfy both our urges. You like a good blow job, don’t you? Does your pretty wife suck your cock?” Greg must have thought I was one bold woman. It was disarming him. My hand must have felt good on his leg and the thought of a blow job must have been really enticing to him since there was no outright rejection to my proposition. I just stared straight into his eyes and moved nearer to him. I was now kneeling between his outstretched legs. I placed my hands on his crotch; he didn’t make any effort to move my hand away. His penis wasn’t hard, so there wasn’t much to feel. But I like it nonetheless - cos I have won half the battle.
He had a look of confusion. In frustration he placed his arm over his eyes and laid his head back on the headrest of his chair. I knew he wanted it but had to shut out the world so he wouldn’t feel so bad.
Then I unbuttoned his pants and began to lower his fly. He placed his free hand on my arm in a weak attempt to try to stop me. It didn’t work with me. I knew he was being indecisive so I continued opening his pants. I blew lightly on his crotch. I nuzzled my nose on his groin through his white cotton Jockey underwear. Slowly, I extricated his flaccid cock free from his underwear. I held it in my hand and slowly let my tongue slide across his cock head. “Oh no, no. Oh my God, please don’t,” he let out softly.
But I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. I have imagined this scene many times when Jack was bringing me to orgasm with his tongue. I can’t let this stop now that I have gone this far. Looking up I saw that Greg kept his eyes shut with his arm covering them. Soon, I had his cock completely engulfed in my warm wet mouth. Surprising, his cock was still completely soft. I guessed he was too uptight to get erect but I wouldn’t give up. I continued to suck on his soft cock. After what seemed like a pretty long time, there was some reaction. His cock plumped up and was semi-erect in my mouth. He began to give out soft moans and his hips started moving, pushing his half-hard cock in and out of my mouth. Within seconds, his cock became completely erect.
Encouraged by his reaction, I started to show him my skills by deep throating his 5.5-inch cock. I knew that a man truly appreciates having his entire cock swallowed, giving the warm wet sensation to the entire shaft. I gave him just that and he became more relaxed, his body began to slouch back into his chair and his legs opened up wider to give me better access. I could tell that he was now completely enjoying the blow-job.
I took a short break from sucking his turgid cock and concentrated on his hairless balls - they weren’t very large. I took both his testicles into my mouth and swirled them around with my tongue while I jerked his pulsating cock. I resumed sucking his pulsating cock and held his balls with one hand, cupping them in my palm. They felt heavy and I wondered when was the last time he had sex with the wife. I caressed them gently as I slathered spit all over his shaft. Then I went for the trophy, alternating between slowly sucking his cock fully into my mouth and quickly sucking up and down like a piston. It was driving him wild and within minutes his body tensed up a little. I knew he was close to unloading his pent-up seeds from his heavy balls.
When I tugged at his balls lightly, he grunted, “I’m going to cum.” Afraid of filling my mouth with his sperm, he braced himself for me to pull off, something I guess most women would do. But that didn’t happen. Seconds later, his balls released their brew, which travelled up his throbbing pipe and out the hole at the tip of his cock head. He warned me not to stain the carpet. He thought I was going to pull his throbbing cock out from my mouth. But I wasn’t pulling off and neither was he. His cock twitched violently in my mouth and then it happened. I felt the first spurt of cum shooting against my throat and then the second. He continued to flood my mouth with spunk and I was expertly taking it all in, careful not to spill any of it and staining the carpet.
I looked up at Greg and saw that he had moved his arm away. He was staring at me, his cock in my mouth shooting his baby-makers and me taking all of it and swallowing them, not spilling even a single drop. His eyeballs almost popped out and his mouth opened in amazement. I knew then that his wife had never done it the way I did. I continued to stare into his eyes as I suckled every last drop from his twitching cock. He placed a hand on my head and stroked my hair. For a few moments we both enjoyed the afterglow of the incredibly well executed blow job. I continued to suckle on his deflating cock as he stroked my head while watching me intently.
Our euphoria was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. His wife was on the line. He answered, fully aware that my lips were still wrapped around his cock while he spoke with his wife, making arrangements for dinner. I let him deflated cock fall out of my mouth. I stood up and adjusted my ruffled hair. I walked back to my seat and waited. As soon as he hung up, he put his spent cock away and zipped up his pants. I looked at him and said, “thanks for keeping me. All you have to do is let me know when you need my help and I’ll be here.”
I was working late in our London office during a short assignment away from Hong Kong. When I was done I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 11.20pm. I called for a uber cab which arrived a short while later.
I got into the front seat and he introduced himself as Jeremy. He looked like in his early 20s (later I was to find out that he was only 21) and covering for his father. We started talking. As I sat, my short skirt began riding up my thighs and pretty soon my panties were somehow exposed. I tried to pull my skirt down and that was when I heard him say, “it’s okay, I have seen many but I must concede that your panties are some of the sexiest I have seen.” And then he gave out a whistle.
I left my skirt and looking to his side saw that he had a major bulge in his pants. I teased him and said he had one of the sexiest bulges I had ever seen on an uber driver. He smiled and asked if I like what I saw. I gave out a whistle.
Soon, his free hand went to his crotch and was trying to unbutton his pants. He was having trouble so I said, “Let me help,” and leaned over to get the buttons undone.
I fished around inside the heated interior of his crotch and felt a soft, warm mass there. I pulled down his underwear and brought out his cock and balls. His dick was short but growing longer, protruding from a sheath of thick brunette pubes. His scrotum was also furry with hair, though not to the same density as his cock.
A distinct aroma arose from his crotch, a mixture of sweat and funk that was like an aphrodisiac to me. I planted my nose between his legs, right up against his cock and balls, and inhaled deeply. He let out a quietly sensuous moan as I sniffed in his privates. His dick grew to a respectable 5 inches, with the promise of more to come.
A drop of clear fluid had gathered at the tip of his dick. Was it sweat, piss, or pre-cum? I allowed my tongue to dab at it and then brought it into my mouth, tasting. It had the rich, hormonal taste of prostate fluid.
His cock was now standing out of his pants. The car bounced across rough spots and I had to grab his thigh to steady myself. I allowed my mouth to descend over the mushroom cap of his cock. It had a delicious taste, one of salt and spooge and something else, something that smelled like a room where fucking had just taken place. It tasted like sex, and I know that’s an inadequate description but I don’t know how else to describe it. It tasted like excitement and lust and hormones gone crazy.
I used my tongue to probe at his piss slit, teasing out more of his precious precum. And then I licked at the juncture of the glans, allowing my tongue to explore the ridge cap and lick under it, getting every last bit of flavor I could dredge from that spot before descending into the warm nest of his pubic hair, his shaft filling my throat. His hand found the back of my head but he didn’t push. He merely held it there as I bobbed up and down on his erect cock.
I continued doing that, going up and down on his rod while frantically swallowing spit so I didn’t drool over him. I would lift off his cock to swallow, then plant my face in his balls, licking at the sticky, smelly flesh of his scrotum, feeling his balls rolling beneath my tongue. And then it was back to his cock, which was at full mast now and flowing copiously with fresh precum.
I looked up at him and he had his eyes on the road, thank God. A faint, Mona Lisa smile creased his lips, as if he were concealing his lust from fellow drivers. I went back to work on his fuck pole.
To think a 21-year-old would let me do this to him – it caused a surge of lust to chill through me, making my pussy which was already wet to tingle. I wished I could raise his thighs and let my tongue and nose probe deeper into his pubes and balls. In my mind’s eye I saw him between the V of my legs, that dark hair streaming over his eyes as he gently wedged his crotch into the valley of my crack, his cock-head finding my cunt-hole as some kind of homing instinct kicked in, and then young Jeremy pushing gently, but firmly, as my cuntal muscles relaxed to let him inside and use me for his pleasure. I could see him pounding, pounding, the sweat dripping off that friendly face, as his cock plundered my hole, his balls slapped against my ass, his breath scorched my shoulder and face.
I heard him gasp and without any warning, a huge geyser of sperm erupted into my mouth. At that moment he did push, his hand holding my head in place as he emptied his balls into me with a series of powerful, muscular spasms. He uttered a squeaky declaration of joy as he pumped me full of his batter, and I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to let a single drop of this kid’s precious juice escape my sucking, grasping mouth.
Despite the AC, it was hot as hell inside the car. The engine did not change timbre. We bounced along through the night traffic as if nothing was going on. But I was wheezing through my nose, still trying to suck in all his pearly spew, and he was breathing heavily, the air hissing out of his nose, not his mouth, as if he were afraid he might let some sound escape that would alert fellow drivers that yes, he was getting his dick sucked, and yes, he had just spewed an epic load of cum down the throat of an Asian slut.
Finally the steel in his rod began to soften. I licked and sucked at his diminishing cock, then licked his balls, getting hair in my mouth. His hand left the back of my head and began tucking his package back inside his pants. I sat up and ran my tongue over my lips, pulling the odd pubic hair from my teeth. I took a deep breath and let it out with a satisfied sigh. I loved it when these boys let me do them. You can almost taste their innocence, and I’ve got to say, once they get a little experience under their belts they really do taste differently. The cum of a guy who’s had his dick sucked 10 times tastes a lot different from a first-timer. There’s something richer, and cleaner, about that first time. Jeremy definitely tasted like a first-timer.
Here’s another story of my stint in London. It was a Friday night I was too tired to do anything except hit the sack. Work had been a bitch and my brain had turned into a block of ice. All I wanted was to eat and fall asleep. The next day I was going to be on my flight back to Hong Kong.
So when I walked through my front door I tossed my handbag onto the sofa, took out my phone and called the number of the pizza place that was on a business card-sized magnetized sticker attached to the front of the refrigerator. I ended up ordering pizza - not something I ordinarily would eat for dinner.
I got out of my work clothes and put on a loose fitting overused t-shirt over my thongs. I was braless.
In less than 30 minutes the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a young guy standing there holding a thermal bag. He didn’t look a day over 16 and I was surprised a pizza place would employ a delivery boy so young. He was about 5-foot 10, with coarse dark hair that hung toward his eyebrows and covered the tops of his ears. He wasn’t skinny but lean, his torso narrowing at the waist and widening to accompany his hips. I checked out his basket and saw a hint that something was there – nothing huge or outlandish, but definitely something I wouldn’t mind seeing in the flesh. He was wearing the company polo, cargos and tennis shoes. I noticed his legs were hairy – I like that in a guy. And he noticed how under-dressed I was.
“Mdm?” I heard, and realized I’d been staring, and he’d been speaking, and I hadn’t noticed it at all. “You ordered a large Hawaiian?” I nodded my head.
He stepped inside the door and followed me to the kitchen. I started looking for my purse but I realized my handbag was on the sofa in the living room. So I slowly sashayed into the living room, letting him ogle my half-exposed ass under my thongs. As I opened my handbag I thought to myself that this kid was eminently fuckable and that if I failed to get into his pants my life would be sadly diminished.
I grabbed a 20 from my purse. The pizza cost 12.95. I told him to keep the change – he was that beautiful. It was going to be hard, eating a pizza when what I really wanted to eat would be walking out the door soon.
He thanked me and turned to leave. Almost in a panic I spoke up, “Before you go, can I ask you a question?”
He turned and said, “Sure. What?”
“How old are you?”
He smiled knowingly. “I get that a lot. I’m 18, but everybody thinks I’m 15. Apparently I have a baby face.”
“Yeah, well, hang on to that because it will serve you well through life. They shouldn’t, but people really do judge you by your looks. And you look terrific.” And as he stood there blushing, I decided to go for broke. “So terrific that I wouldn’t mind having a little sausage with my pizza.” I pursed my lips and gave him a ‘come fuck me’ look.
He said in a quiet and suddenly sly voice, “It’s the end of my shift so I guess it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t mind getting a blowjob.”
I simply dropped to my knees, right there on the kitchen tile, and motioned for him to come over. He approached me and his fingers were pulling at the snap on his shorts, but I brushed them aside and got it undone myself. I pulled the zipper down and then grabbed his shorts at the hips and pulled them down. A wave of heat and teen musk rolled out as his underwear came into view – not boxers like a lot of guys wear today but boxer briefs, the front of which was bulging noticeably as pizza boy firmed up for some Friday night fellatio.
I pulled down the briefs and his odor saturated the air, giving it an almost palpable stink of musk and sex. I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch. As his dick sprang into view I was delighted to see it was perfect in almost every way – neither thick nor thin, a fine pink helmet capping off a shaft adorned with a trace of blood vessels, and a hefty pair of balls that hung in a hairy scrotal sack. He had not shaved his crotch, thank God, and his thick mass of pubic hair was dark as night.
I buried my face in his crotch, sucking in lungfuls of that superheated, musky aroma as I pressed my lips against his shaft. It continued to harden and now jutted across my cheek as I tasted his pubic hair. I took his cock in my hand and used it to rub against my forehead, my nose, down around my chin, my throat, and then back up to my nose, even poking the head against my nostrils. He had begun to leak precum and I dabbed my tongue at the piss hole, tasting it, as if I were butterfly sampling his nectar.
His hands found the back of my head as I descended on his cock. I swallowed him all the way down, until I could feel his balls on my chin. I had sucked bigger cocks before – I estimated his was about 6 inches – but so much of what I get out of sucking a cock depends on who’s attached to it. This boy was smoking hot and the knowledge that it was my throat his pretty little cock was buried in gave this suck job so much more meaning.
My hands found his ass cheeks as he began fucking my face. Between the two of us – his hands wrapped around my head and my hands wrapped around his butt – we became a kind of single entity. He jammed his cock down my throat and I sucked for all I was worth, pausing to swallow spit and take a deep breath before plunging in again.
His fucking motion became more urgent. He opened his legs a little and my fingers began working its way down to cup his balls in my hand. He began pounding at me, thrusting not just his cock but his entire crotch into my face, grunting boyishly as he did so.
The minute my finger tickled his balls, he moaned loudly and thrust the hardest he had thrust, his balls drew up and a massive load of cum was injected directly into my throat as he cried out ecstatically. I could feel his cock pulsing as more sperm shot out, and I pulled back a little because I wanted some of it my mouth so I could taste him. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft as more spasms of spew coated my mouth with creamy white load.
He was panting and making little puppy dog yips as I caressed his testicles, licking and sucking and tasting every little bit of spooge that flowed out from his cockhead. His cum was neither sweet nor bitter – it tasted almost like almonds.
It was over before it started. I’ll bet he didn’t last 5 minutes. He sighed contentedly and stepped away, his cock falling out of my mouth as it began to soften and return to its normal state. He pulled up his boxer briefs and shorts. That’s the saddest sound in the world – the sound of a zipper being zipped up after a hot session of sucking.
“That was awesome,” he said, shaking his head, as if he’d just completed some death-defying act. “There’s more where that came from,” I told him, getting up off the floor. “You know where I live. You know my phone number. I’ve got a million ways I can make you feel good. That was just one of them.” He nodded and said, “I will do that.” Together, we walked to the front door, where he embarrassedly thanked me and scooted out the door, as if he were afraid I would give him a goodnight kiss.
I went back inside. I sat on the sofa and played with myself until I had multiple orgasm with the help of my own fingers. I could still taste him in my mouth.
I had a feeling I’d be eating a lot more pizza.
Thanks guys for your compliments. I shall try to post as much as I can before my busy period begins again.
Smooch.