me around and swung my arm up to the liquid soap canister. He squirted a clump onto my palm. “Get down on your knees and wash my cock. I want to see your eyes. So look up at me as you do it.”
Without the slightest hesitation, I dropped to my knees and wrapped the hand with soap around the crown of his huge erection. It shot straight out of him and was practically in my face. The heat of it singed my fingertips. My soapy hand skated down the rigid shaft to the base and then glided back up to the tip. How velvety smooth it was! And how big! Its extraordinary girth fit tightly into the curl of my fingers.
“Good, Gloria. Now squeeze harder and hold my balls with your other hand.”
My left hand cupped his heavy sacs as I slid my right hand back down his thick length, applying more pressure. Then back up. I repeated the movements, picking up my pace. My eyes never left his enraptured face. I watched with awe as he arched his head back and parted his luscious lips. A loud groan escaped between them. His balls felt heavier. Was he going to come?
He gazed back down at me with his hooded blue eyes. “Ahh, you’re doing it just right. Now, I want you to rinse me off with your mouth.”
So, he wanted me to give him a blow job—like I owed him one for last night. Okay. I could handle this. Confession: The thought of giving this beautiful man head excited me. I opened my mouth wide, but before I could take him, he yanked me up by my hair.
“Go down on me standing.” He placed his hand on top of my head and pushed it down toward his erection. I had to bend my knees for my mouth to make contact with it.
I flicked my tongue across the bulbous crown, glad to discover that the soap had washed off, and then wrapped my lips around its impressive perimeter. As he let a moan, I went down on his slick, hard length until I could go no further. My mouth came back up, and I repeated the movements. Again and again. Up and down. Faster and faster. His magnificent cock became my mouth’s obsession.
Without breaking contact, I placed one hand on his muscular thigh and the other around the side handicapped railing to give me the support I needed in this semi-squatting position. My thighs were burning. I felt like I was doing one of those loathed “chair positions” with my yoga instructor.
“Oh, baby, you suck me so good. So hard.”
I gazed up at him. The expression on his face was one of pure tortured ecstasy. I was amazed how much pleasure I got from pleasuring him. Despite my discomfort, I wanted to please him.
I came up for a quick breath of air
“Don’t. Stop.”
Before I could tell him not to worry, he pressed down on the crown of my head, urging me to descend on him once again. This time, my tongue lapped the shaft as I headed back up toward the tip.
He groaned. “I’m going to come in your mouth.”
One spurt. Two. Three. He let out a deep guttural grunt and cursed under his breath as his release spilled into my mouth. The taste of it was sweet and salty and oh so good. I swallowed every drop.
“We’re not done. Suck me dry.”
My eyes gazed up at his impassioned face as I feverishly went back down on his cock, taking in only the upper one third into my mouth. Removing my hand from his thigh, I squeezed the base as my mouth bopped up and down. The silky, soaked hair along his groin brushed against the back of my hand.
“Oh, Gloria!” he roared as he coated my tongue one more time. His eyelids lifted. “This time, I want to watch you swallow.”
I eagerly gulped it down. Smiling with satisfaction, he withdrew his thick, slick dick. Smiling back, I straightened up, glad not to be in that painful crouching position. My legs felt like Jell-O.
The shower washed away the last traces of his cum. To my shock, his cock was still semi-erect.
“Christ, that was fucking amazing. You never stop surprising me. Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”
Smacking a kiss on my lips, he stepped out of the shower. In
Without the slightest hesitation, I dropped to my knees and wrapped the hand with soap around the crown of his huge erection. It shot straight out of him and was practically in my face. The heat of it singed my fingertips. My soapy hand skated down the rigid shaft to the base and then glided back up to the tip. How velvety smooth it was! And how big! Its extraordinary girth fit tightly into the curl of my fingers.
“Good, Gloria. Now squeeze harder and hold my balls with your other hand.”
My left hand cupped his heavy sacs as I slid my right hand back down his thick length, applying more pressure. Then back up. I repeated the movements, picking up my pace. My eyes never left his enraptured face. I watched with awe as he arched his head back and parted his luscious lips. A loud groan escaped between them. His balls felt heavier. Was he going to come?
He gazed back down at me with his hooded blue eyes. “Ahh, you’re doing it just right. Now, I want you to rinse me off with your mouth.”
So, he wanted me to give him a blow job—like I owed him one for last night. Okay. I could handle this. Confession: The thought of giving this beautiful man head excited me. I opened my mouth wide, but before I could take him, he yanked me up by my hair.
“Go down on me standing.” He placed his hand on top of my head and pushed it down toward his erection. I had to bend my knees for my mouth to make contact with it.
I flicked my tongue across the bulbous crown, glad to discover that the soap had washed off, and then wrapped my lips around its impressive perimeter. As he let a moan, I went down on his slick, hard length until I could go no further. My mouth came back up, and I repeated the movements. Again and again. Up and down. Faster and faster. His magnificent cock became my mouth’s obsession.
Without breaking contact, I placed one hand on his muscular thigh and the other around the side handicapped railing to give me the support I needed in this semi-squatting position. My thighs were burning. I felt like I was doing one of those loathed “chair positions” with my yoga instructor.
“Oh, baby, you suck me so good. So hard.”
I gazed up at him. The expression on his face was one of pure tortured ecstasy. I was amazed how much pleasure I got from pleasuring him. Despite my discomfort, I wanted to please him.
I came up for a quick breath of air
“Don’t. Stop.”
Before I could tell him not to worry, he pressed down on the crown of my head, urging me to descend on him once again. This time, my tongue lapped the shaft as I headed back up toward the tip.
He groaned. “I’m going to come in your mouth.”
One spurt. Two. Three. He let out a deep guttural grunt and cursed under his breath as his release spilled into my mouth. The taste of it was sweet and salty and oh so good. I swallowed every drop.
“We’re not done. Suck me dry.”
My eyes gazed up at his impassioned face as I feverishly went back down on his cock, taking in only the upper one third into my mouth. Removing my hand from his thigh, I squeezed the base as my mouth bopped up and down. The silky, soaked hair along his groin brushed against the back of my hand.
“Oh, Gloria!” he roared as he coated my tongue one more time. His eyelids lifted. “This time, I want to watch you swallow.”
I eagerly gulped it down. Smiling with satisfaction, he withdrew his thick, slick dick. Smiling back, I straightened up, glad not to be in that painful crouching position. My legs felt like Jell-O.
The shower washed away the last traces of his cum. To my shock, his cock was still semi-erect.
“Christ, that was fucking amazing. You never stop surprising me. Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”
Smacking a kiss on my lips, he stepped out of the shower. In
Similar Books
