We met off of the interstate, just outside of Jackson, Mississippi on a cold March day in early spring. Neither of us had seen each other before, but we had talked. It had been a long drive for me, over 30 hours, and the traffic had been brutal. But, since I had booked a room in Jackson for a couple of days, I was refreshed and less cranky than I had been through all of the construction the previous day.
After a quick hello, I told him to follow me back to my hotel.
"Wow, you get right to the point, don't you?" He asked.
"I did tell you I wanted to fuck you, didn't I?" I replied as I got into my car and waited for him to get back to his truck.
When he did, I drove through the small city, back to the hotel. Inside the room, I closed the door behind us, locked it, and got right to the point, unbuckling his belt and lowering his jeans and boxer briefs to his ankles. His cock was limp as I moved my mouth upwards towards it. I didn't touch...but breathed moist, warm breath along his shaft until I reached his stomach, where I lightly placed my lips momentarily.
I moved away, removing his shoes and the garments pooled at his feet. Leading him to the bed, I had him sit on the edge, and moved to my knees before him. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking it slowly but firmly until my cheeks concaved. Then, without moving my lips, I ran my tongue around the head teasingly, sucking further each time I returned to the sensitive spot beneath. I could feel him start to harden, as I watched his facial expression and heard a slight groan mumbled from his lips while he watched me.
I stopped, told him to close his eyes and relax. Being somewhat dominant, I was not sure he would agree, and was shocked when he put up no resistance and I heard no witty quip. He merely closed his eyes, smiling.
I focused on his cock once more, this time taking the entire length in my mouth slowly until I could feel it in my throat, then slid my mouth back up to the head. As I did so, he spread his thighs wide, allowing me fuller access, and I took advantage of it, sliding my mouth up and down, feeling him harden within my mouth. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth, lubricating the length of him, and on my next slow thrust, I moved my jaw to suck one of his balls into my mouth as well, massaging it against his cock lightly. He moaned his pleasure as I continued to suck, telling me how wonderful my mouth felt.
With his words, I let his ball slip out of my mouth, and removed my mouth from him.
"I want no words. The only thing I want to hear is the sounds you make," I told him.
I aggressively attacked his hard shaft, pushing it down my throat, hitting my nose on his pelvis with each thrust. I moved quickly, increasing the rhythm, causing my chin to slap against his balls with each downward stroke. I was turning myself on, listening to his guttural groans and moans, the sound of my slobber "smacking" at the end of each thrust, and knew my panties would soon be soaked.
When I felt his seed start to rise up his shaft through my lips, I quickly grinned...this was where the fun began!
I slowly removed my mouth, leaving him gasping in disappointment, although he should have known better. I removed my tee shirt and the bra beneath, then took each of his legs and placed them on my shoulders.
I told him to open his eyes and watch, and watch he did as I slowly slid my large breasts up his cock, his knees bending as I pressed him down flat onto the bed. Feeling accomplished, I returned my attention and my lips to his penis. My tits bounced as I once again started sucking hard, fast and deep.
Within no time, I could again feel the cum begin to swell through him, and felt the slight tremors through his thighs. This time, I allowed it to build a bit farther up his shaft before slowing my pace to a snail's crawl. I began to suck shallower, taking just the head and first inch into my mouth.
When I heard his groan, mixed with pleasure and frustration, I slowly slid my mouth softly to the base of his cock, again taking long strokes, filling my throat. Only these strokes were much slower and I used less lip pressure and more tongue as I sucked softly, up and down. When I reached his head on each stroke, I sucked hard, then softened the pressure when I moved it deeper into my mouth.
After about an hour of this torture, he had had enough. He tangled his hands in my hair, and pressed me to the base of his cock roughly, feeling me gag around him as he rammed his cock down my throat. With his knees bent, he pressed me to him until I was unable to move, and kept me there as I continued to gag at the depth.
