She is tall. 5’11” or 6’. Long, lean body. Wavy auburn hair. Beautiful face. I kiss her and she returns my embrace with passion and hunger. I am beyond turned on. I run my fingertips down the front of her dress, drawing them across her breasts. The sharp intake of breath confirms I’ve hit the mark. Good. She runs her hands down my back and across my ass. One hand moves to my crotch as she jams her tongue down my throat. Another sharp breath as she feels my hardness through my pants.
I am impatient. I pull up her dress and she helps it over her head. I stand back and admire her before sliding her panties down.
Her cock is beautiful. She helps me out of my clothes. The hardness of my erection is matched only by hers.
I drop instinctively to my knees, mesmerized. Her shaft at mouth level, I tentatively reach out and touch it. A drop of precum oozes from her tip, and I use it to lubricate the head. She moans in appreciation. I am unsure how to proceed. Hundreds of encounters with women have honed my skills, but I am unprepared for this. I let instinct be my guide, trying to do for her what I would want her to do for me.
I am not bi, I keep reminding myself. Well then, what am I? Excitement surges through my body. I ache for this. I wrap my hand gently around her she-cock and stroke it gently. I tilt my head upward to see her expression. Her gaze is fixed on me. As I stroke her, she sighs her approval. With my other hand, I cup her balls and apply pressure at the base. I feel her jerk slightly.
Now comes the moment of truth. I had told myself there would be no oral, but my craving pulls me forward. I flick my tongue across the tip of her glorious erection. The precum tastes very slightly salty. It thrills me that it oozes. Driven now by lust, my inhibitions fall away as I take just the head into my mouth. It is warm and hard and wonderful. I swirl my tongue across the underside, and she moans again. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I go down on her. She is well endowed. I go as far as I dare, not wanting to test my gag reflex this first time. My mouth moves up and down the shaft. I use lots of saliva. I pull off and spit on her cock like the good whore I am and look up at her as I stroke her well-lubricated member more aggressively. Tongue, mouth, hand. I vary the touch and the tempo, letting her reactions guide me. She begins to face fuck me, her hands at the back of my head, but gently. She knows how new all this is to me. I lift her cock and lick hungrily at her balls before taking them into my mouth. It is within them that the gift I so desperately crave is contained.
She is close now, or so I hope. I continue to suck and then spit, spit again, and stroke. Hard, then soft, then hard again. The slut within me knows what to do. Her moans turn to grunts and groans. Filth pours forth from her mouth. She wants this as badly as I do. I work hard, really hard. I know it isn’t easy for her. Finally, I sense she is cresting. I wait for my reward. She guides me now, encourages, pleads. Then, what I’ve waited so long to hear. I’m going to cum. Delivered in a tone of desperation mixed with joyous anticipation.
Her cock suddenly swells. The first spurt hits me square between the eyes. Shot after shot of her cum hits my face. I am delirious. Soon I am covered, a cum slut on my knees. She is drained. My own balls are ready to burst. I am degraded and thrilled.
She reaches down, scoops up some of her spunk from my face, and feeds it to me. I lap it up like a starving maiden.
I cannot remember being so fulfilled.
I arise. She looks deeply into my eyes with lust and gratitude, and kisses me deeply, tasting her own cum still swimming in my mouth.
I turn her around and bend her over the couch. My cock slides up and down the crack of her ass as I reach around and stroke her still hard but gradually softening shaft.
My turn now.
