I wished I'd thought to wear lipstick this morning; that would be a mark
to savour, and an interesting one for him to explain away as well. I filed it away for future mischief, and
continued to nuzzle the end of his cock, my hand bunching the fabric of
his pants at the base until his dick rose tightly shrouded and I closed
my mouth around it.
The photos didn't lie. He was huge. Thick. Fat. I released him, and
now I jerked down his pants, grasped at bare flesh, stretching it back.
His helmet thrust skywards and my tongue teased behind it, wondering
why in a world that has either abbreviated or created fresh slang for
every possible piece of genitalia, the frenulum remains untouched and
unloved. "I want to suck your frenulum." Yeah, that sounds really
sexy.
John let out a sibilant sigh and I shifted a little, raising his shaft
up and sweeping it with long, lazy licks, my saliva soaking the skin as
I slipped from base to tip, from side to side. Pause and my teeth
would gently close, pressing against skin and tasting his skin as his
cock strained even harder and I gnawed my way up, pushing my lips
against the eye, suckling pre-cum as it pooled there.
He was too big to suck; I could work my mouth halfway down the crown,
but not even a jaw that lives to give head could stretch to accommodate
John's whole cock. So I took what I was given, working my mouth on
all it could take, slipping across his thick, soaking helmet and it
slid back, almost liquid, in the warmth of my mouth. My hand was on
his shaft, jerking him; the other dropped to unbutton my blouse. I
eased one breast out from under my bra and, resting my jaw for a few
precious moments, I traced his prick round my own rigid nipple.
John's hand was on mine, guiding his cock head; he pressed and my
nipple pushed back against him, and when he moved away a thin string of
pre-cum still held us together. I moved down a little, my breast
against his balls, and now he was holding me, guiding my nipple,
tracing it round and round his sac as my mouth closed again on that
glorious cock, stretched open... then bump... and I had him inside me.
It was so easy! He simply slipped in and kept on slipping, his
saliva-greased cock like silk between my welcoming lips, my teeth
scraping lightly on the shaft as it passed, and I felt the sweet tap of
his cock in my throat; I raised myself slightly and inclined my neck,
and there was no show of resistance until my nose grazed his abdomen.
My free hand traced his ball bag and pushed it to my lip, folding fresh
flesh beneath it for a moment, as I breathed through my nose and held
him there frozen, devouring his cock from end to deep end.
Slowly I released him, began paying out the meat, sliding my mouth up
that fabulous shaft, till the crown bumped my teeth and I paused for a
second. Then down again, then up again, faster and faster and his
hands on my head, pushing me down even harder at last as he suddenly
cried out
"oh fuck!"
And now I face-fucked him - and as he started bucking, I so wanted his cum. I wanted him to shoot his whole load in my mouth, I want to drink him, to swallow him whole, to feel his thick juice as it blasts down my throat.
But I had a job to do, and I did it; as he cried out "I'm cumming," I
whipped my head back, the phone at the ready and I just started
clicking, picture after picture as cum geysered from his cock, and I
was jerking him faster till the spray at last slowed... and then I
popped him back in my mouth, sucking the last of his cum from his cock,
draining his balls as he softened inside me.
Then I handed him his camera as I buttoned up my blouse; pulled a tissue
from my purse to mop mess off the furniture; and I hoped that the
photographs were as good as they should be. Because if they're not...
I looked at the clock; it was 1.25.
Oh, that's alright then. We have all afternoon if we need to do it
again
