Getting a blowjob is awesome.
For many people, it may not seem like a big deal, but for me it's always a treat, especially when the woman initiates it out-of-the-blue. Being a good-looking male who knows how to treat women right, I've enjoyed many spontaneous blowjobs. One of my favorite memories was from back in college, when Stephanie Dobbs took me into one of the empty tents at the county fair and gave me a hummer. Another was when I gave my friend Angela DiMartino a ride home after her car broke down and she blew me in her driveway in gratitude. Those have always been times that I will never forget.
However, at this very moment, I was receiving probably the best blowjob of my entire life.
I was attending this fancy weekend mixer at a golf resort over in the next county. It was an exclusive event for local business owners to meet very high-profile clients. I myself owned a successful property management company. Already I had gotten lots of phone numbers and some solid leads on new clients. I had been at the party for about 3 hours before she showed up.
I had just exited the bathroom when she grabbed me, pinned me against the wall, and kissed me deeply. She was a slim little minx with freckled skin and a pageboy cut of dark brown hair, wearing a wine-colored split thigh dress with a plunging neckline. She broke off the kiss and whispered into my ear, "Don't talk, just follow me."
I offered no resistance as she took me by the hand and dragged me through the halls of country club. She found an empty office, locked the door behind us, and pushed me down onto the swivel chair inside. After kicking off her heels and tossing her handbag, she pulled down my zipper and fished out my dick.
I had lost track of all time the moment my cock entered her mouth. It felt as though everything around me had lost all importance. It was as if she were trying to suck out my very soul via my penis.
I looked down at her moaning and slurping audibly on my manhood. She sounded like she was about to eat me. I doubt that she cared about how much I enjoyed it. Apparently, she was in love with my cock and how it tasted and I was simply along for the ride.
I roared as I blasted my seed down the gullet of this mystery woman, uncaring if the entire country club heard me. When I was done, I slumped back in my seat, my mind still spinning from the supernatural fellatio that I had received. I could barely hear anything over the sound of my heart beating. I cracked an eye open to see my new friend still on her knees in front of me and stroking my cock. Plastered on her face was my semen and an expression of the utmost longing.
"Please," she said. "I want you see your futa."
"Wh-what?"
"Your futanari. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about; I can taste her all over you. You reek of futanari pheromones."
I got up from the chair, my legs still weak and my cock dripping spit and cum onto the floor. I should have tucked my business back into my pants, but I felt like I was still under this woman's spell. I was waiting for her to do it...or for her to tell me to do it.
"Well...I guess that could be arranged."
She got to her feet, walked up to me, gently put my manhood back into my pants, and zipped up my fly. Though I was spent, I still wanted her. She looked me straight in the eye and gave me a smug smile.
"I'm Sybil," she said.
"Trevor," I replied.
"So, can we go see the futa now?"
"Well...how about we meet up tomorrow? I could give you the address and..."
"No, I want her now."
"She lives far from here," I argued. "By the time we get there, it'll be too late."
She bored into me with those beautiful eyes of hers for a few seconds and then shrugged. "Fine, but you're staying in my room tonight. I'm in room 308."
She retrieved her handbag, unlocked the door, and left the room. I was still incredibly turned-on, especially by the fact that she had ordered me to stay in her room. After a few minutes of consideration, I decided to go back to my room, grab a change of clothes, and leave the rest of my luggage behind until I checked out tomorrow.
I made my way to room 308 and knocked on the door. Seconds later I was standing face-to-face with my new friend, who was wearing a bathrobe. She stepped aside and beckoned me to enter.
"So, I'm thinking we should both check out at 11 AM," she said, walking past me and hopping into the king-sized bed in the room. "That way, I can follow you in my car."
"Wait," I said. "First, you need to explain how you know that I've been with a futanari."
She looked up at me with a coy expression and smiled. "So, how much do you know about futanari?"
"Just the basics: they're women with both sets of genitals, they love sex, and they put out strong pheromones when they're horny."
"I'd say you have the basics down," Sybil said. "Do you know what an F-type is?"
"Nope."
"Well, I'm an F-Type. I'm naturally able to sense futanari. I mean, let's be honest, if a futanari walked around in a crowd, they'd look like a normal woman, right?"
"Sure."
"Purely by smell, I can find a futanari, even in a crowd of 10,000 people, and they don't have to be aroused for me to find them. Also, they can sense ME by smell. I'm kind of like catnip for futanari."
"Really?"
"If you don't believe me then Google it," Sybil offered. "I've tasted you, and it tastes like you've been bumping uglies with your futanari quite often. Not only that, but based on the strength of the pheromones, she's probably quite the specimen."
"She sure is."
"Why don't you tell me more about her?" Sybil asked brightly, sitting up in bed like a kid ready for a bedtime story. "What's she like in bed? How big is her hog?"
I gave Sybil vague details, since I was protective of Marianne. I simply told her that we had met through a mutual acquaintance, we had sex very often, and she was very well endowed. That seemed to be enough for Sybil.
In truth, Marianne was not only my lover, but my sex slave. Six months ago, I met with my dying estranged father, and in addition to some valuable stocks, he left me Marianne. She had been the first futanari that I had ever been with and sex with her was unreal.
"I really can't wait to meet her," Sybil said. "We should probably get some sleep. I had a pretty good time at that party."
She stood up, took off her robe, and tossed it onto a nearby armchair. My eyes went wide as I delighted seeing her naked body. She had a well-trimmed patch of dark hair above her slit, small breasts, and nice long legs. I followed suit and removed my clothes as well. She turned off the lights and climbed into the bed. I eagerly joined her, intent on picking up where we had left off earlier.
Once we were both under the covers, I grabbed her and started to kiss her. She gave a small yelp of surprise, but soon started to reciprocate eagerly. She then grabbed my face and started licking it, moaning loudly as she feasted on my flesh. I wrapped my arms around her lithe body, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples against my skin. My face was being pelted with both her saliva and her hot, rapid breaths.
"You are so fucking tasty," she whispered into my ear. "Oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about meeting your futa. Ohhhh, I bet she's got a nice Coke can cock."
I wasn't the least bit irritated that Sybil's only interest in me was because of Marianne. In fact, I was delighted that my sex slave and yielded me another pleasure. I relaxed as I let Sybil have her way with me.
She slid down and started licking my neck and chest. I could feel my thigh becoming moist as she rubbed her wet pussy against it. No doubt she was imagining being with Marianne, despite having not met her yet.
I gently rolled the two of us over so that I was on top. I reached down and tried to spread her legs but she resisted me. I looked up at her, seeing a dreamy smile on her face.
"Sybil, please," I begged quietly. "Let me fuck you."
"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm saving myself for Marianne."
I gave a chuckle of frustration and longing. "I know that, but I've been rock hard since I got here."
"I'll give you a blowjob, but that's it."
"Yes!" I said before quickly getting off of her and laying down on my back.
My heart was beating like a drum as I watched Sybil kneel beside me, bow her head towards my crotch, and take my waiting member into her gob. I shuddered with lust as she teased my urethra with her tongue. Marianne really had no idea what she was in for.
The next morning, we both awoke with our bodies burning with lust. It was quite the ordeal trying to get ready to leave the hotel. I wanted Sybil, and she wanted Marianne.
We both agreed to shower separately, with me confessing that if we did so together then I would want to fuck Sybil in the shower, and she would waste more time giving me another tongue bath. As an added precaution, I returned to my hotel room, showered, and met her downstairs in the lobby. She was wearing this pink polo shirt and this khaki golf skirt which still showed off her nice butt.
After checking out, the valets brought our cars around and loaded our luggage. I quickly got into my car and started off to Marianne's house with Sybil in close pursuit. Once we were both on the highway, I called Marianne on my phone.
"Good morning, Master," she said.
"Good morning. Are you at home?"
"Yes."
"I want you to freshen up; we're having company over. Make sure you wash yourself thoroughly."
"Right away," she said. "I can't wait to see you, please hurry."
I hung up the call, trying my best to drive with an erection. Thankfully, I still had a decent amount of gas in my tank, so there would be no need to stop for fuel. It was torture trying to stay within the speed limit. All I could think about was taking all of my pent-up lusts out on Marianne. I saw Sybil's car in my rearview mirror, still keeping good pace.
Relief and happiness flooded me when I turned onto Marianne's street. I parked my car and quickly exited. Sybil's car gave a screech as she sloppily parked beside me and hopped out. She didn't even bother to wait for me, sprinting to the door with a hungry grin. She pressed the doorbell and banged on the door, squirming anxiously while rubbing her thighs together.
