Bumping Into A Blow Job Queen

This is story #17 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Bobbi Jane

This story is about a woman I met by literal accident, and until I met her, I didn't really believe women like her existed. The internet is full of all kinds of weird kinks and stuff, but I had always thought these kinds of kinks were mostly fictional.

I started a new job with a new company in January one year, a few weeks after I fucked bitch Amanda at my house (prior story). I could still work from home when I wanted, but I thought it would be good to appear in the actual office on occasion to get to know my new co-workers. So, that took me into downtown once or twice a week.

As I was sitting in traffic one afternoon, I was rear-ended.

"Great," I thought, "just what I need."

We were in the left lane of a three-lane road that split our downtown area. I initially got out and went back to the driver who hit me, but that driver was getting out and walking back to the car behind her, who had apparently hit her car and pushed her into me. After confirming that everyone was OK, the three of us decided to pull off the road and get onto the right shoulder so as not to snarl traffic.

She and I did so, but the guy who started it all took off through downtown traffic, leaving us with our figurative dicks in our hands.

Neither of us was hurt, but the rear end of her car was pretty beat up. Seeing the cause of the accident speed away, she let out a scream of frustration.

"Dammit! What the fuck, asshole!!"

I calmed her down, and introduced myself, and found out her name was Bobbi Jane, but she went by Janey.

I said to her -- "look up there and around. Look at all the cameras. The district attorney is a good friend of mine. We'll report this and have this guy in no time."

So we called the cops, who showed up and took our statements, chastised us a bit for pulling over in the first place, but all in all we felt confident afterwards. Janey and I exchanged numbers to keep in touch over this.

Sure enough, a few days later we heard that they found the guy and booked him, and we heard soon from his insurance company, who vowed to take care of all damage to both cars. It was a huge relief to Janey, who had about $3,000 in damages to her car.

She was 35 years old, a single mom to a five-year-old adopted son, with a scum bag ex-husband. She had a mid-level job with the state government, but didn't have an extra penny to deal with car repairs.

After we received checks from the insurance company, I texted her to see if I could buy her dinner to celebrate. She accepted, but we had to put it off for a week, since her dead-beat ex had her son only every other weekend, so she had only six free nights per month to herself.

When we found a date that worked for both of us, I picked her up at her apartment. It was decent building in a nearby town, but very small, all she could afford. We had dinner (she doesn't drink) and she told me about her life, upbringing, bad marriage, wonderful son. I asked her if she wanted to have more kids someday, and she then shared that she had some pretty significant female issues that basically meant she had her period almost all the time, and doctors were still working on what to do, short of a hysterectomy. That's why she and her husband adopted, because she couldn't have kids.

I wasn't sure what to even say about this, only that I hoped it all worked out. It wasn't awkward, just seemed odd at the time.

On the drive home, we talked more, and I told her how much I loved her name, Janey, and that it was almost one of my kids' names. She said she went to Janey from Bobbi Jane in high school, mostly because the kids in her high school would always call her "Blow Job."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, probably not the name or the reputation you want."

She surprised me by saying, "Well that's the problem, I had the reputation too. My name matched my favorite thing to do, and with my physical issues, the only thing I COULD do."

She continued, "Speaking of which, I still have to thank you for helping me," and she reached over to rub my crotch.

Janey was tall and had nice long legs, decent sized tits I guess, but she wasn't the prettiest flower in the garden. I'd done worse for sure, but I wasn't interested in getting with her. I thought of her more like a little sister who needed help.

So, I said, "Listen Janey, you don't have to do anything to thank me. I'm someone who helps people not for rewards or praise, just because it's the right thing to do. So, while I appreciate the offer, it's not necessary."

"I know," she replied. "But like I said, it was, and is, my favorite thing to do. I'm offering because I want to. Having to raise my son by myself since the asshole left us has meant no fun for Janey. I haven't given a blow job in about a year, so I could use a hard cock in my mouth."

As she said this, her cell phone pinged. It was her ex. Her son wasn't feeling well and wanted to come home. He lived about twenty minutes away, but was on his way and would be there soon.

"Fuck" she said, and I agreed.

We were about a mile from her apartment, just passing the local high school in her town.

"Turn here," she said. "Pull back behind the football stadium. Over there," she directed.

I found a dark corner of the lot and put the car in park. She unhooked my seatbelt and reached for my belt buckle.

"Is this safe?" I asked.

"I've given a hundred blowjobs behind football stadiums. Probably two hundred. The only time I got caught was by a security guard, but he let me go when I gave the fat fuck a blowjob too." She laughed at the memory.

Before I knew it my belt was loose, snap and zipper undone, and my cock was out. She was fast!

"Lift your hips," she said, "I want to get your pants down so I can access everything."

Once my jeans were off, she grabbed my cock and said, "Wow, it's really big. I've sucked some big dicks in my day. This isn't the biggest one but it sure is nice."

"No offense," I thought as she descended her mouth on my cock.

She was going pretty good, then stopped and looked up at me, "I'm sorry, this will have to be quick. Don't hold back OK, I'll get you better the next time."

She was making it impossible to hold back anyway, her skills were excellent. I gripped her head slightly just to have something to do with my hands, but within another minute I was shooting cum in her mouth. I could hear her gulping as she swallowed it.

She finished up, pecked me on the cheek and said, "Nice big load, thanks! Now zip up, I've gotta get home."

I dropped her at her building just as the ex was pulling up. She gave me another peck and said, "Thanks for dinner, see ya soon."

I waited a few days to text her and say I had a really good time, and thanked her for "thanking" me. She goes, "you mean blowing you haha! Any time"

She followed up a few days later with, "Hey I have my kid almost all the time, but my boss is flexible with my time and I can take long lunches occasionally. Do you want to come over at lunch tomorrow?"

As luck would have it, I was free, so I accepted.

"Great!" she said. "Bring me another big load."

I buzzed her apartment about noon the next day, and she buzzed me in. Her apartment was small but cozy, and she had a big overstuffed chair in one corner of the living room. She had darkened the room and had a candle going, I felt like I was getting a massage.

"Have a seat in the chair," she said, pointing. I wore sweatpants just for simplicity, and she noticed.

"Ready for action huh?" she said smiling. "Take them off."

I did as instructed, and sat back to enjoy.

While the first blowjob was all business, this one was all pleasure, and I'm not sure who got the most pleasure. This was truly making love to my cock, and she treated my dick like it was her most prized possession. I can't even describe what she was doing, because she was doing everything. When she deep throated me, I didn't feel the urge to fuck her throat like I had others, mostly because the feeling of what she was doing couldn't really have gotten better.

For 30 minutes she sucked me, licked me, kissed me, swirled her tongue around me, sucked my balls. She took a break at one point, not because she needed it, just to talk to me.

Expertly stroking my ready-to-burst cock and balls, she said, "I've only had regular sex about twenty times in my life. Hell, I've had more anal sex than in my pussy. But I've given probably a couple thousand blowjobs. I've blown whole sports teams, fraternities, the church choir. I had a boyfriend in high school that I blew him and his three brothers and his dad regularly. I've blown white guys, black guys, Asian guys, Hispanic guys. Probably a Native American or two as well. I blew my childhood pastor and the pastor who married me. In fact, he's the last guy I blew before you last week, and that was right after asshole left. I went to him for some counselling, and next thing I know his dick is in my mouth."

"Indoors, outdoors, cars, airplanes, buses, beaches. You name it. I love cocks and cum. If not for my religious parents I would have gone into porn."

She was priceless, this one.

"But, I do it on my own terms. I've had guys come in my mouth, on my face, fuck my throat as hard as they want, fuck my face while I'm lying upside down, everything. But I decide."

"Janey," I said. "I'm at your mercy. Whatever you want from me right now is yours."

"Good," she replied. "Use your hands on my head. Fuck my face and throat, gently though, I'm not in the mood to gag and cough up a lot of spit and cum and mess up my makeup, I have to go back to work. Don't tell me when you're going to come, just hold my head down firm and let it rip."

I did as she asked, and before long I was shooting down her throat. Even though she was on her knees with me looming over her, there was no doubt who was in charge.

When I finished, she released my cock with a kiss, and said, "Thanks so much. Can we do this again?"

"Of course," I said. "I'm pretty flexible too, just let me know."

The following weekend, Janey's son was with her dad, so she asked me to come over again Friday night. I offered to bring dinner in or go out first, but she said no, just bring yourself and another big load. No need to dress up, she told me, just be there exactly at seven.

Then she texted: "Here's the deal. I have this fantasy scenario that I need to play out every now and then. So, I'll prop my apartment door open after I buzz you in. When you come in, don't say anything. I'll be in my bedroom, blind folded, topless, and I'll have earbuds in my ears so I won't hear anything. I'll have my head hanging back over the edge of the bed with my mouth open. Take your pants off in the living room, and when you are 100% hard, walk into the bedroom and put your cock in my mouth and down my throat. Go easy at first, but once we get going, you'll be able to pretty much fuck my throat as hard as you want to. You'll be able to see your cock going in and out of my throat too. You can slap my tits and squeeze my nipples as hard as you want. Don't stop no matter what, then just come whenever you want to, force yourself way down my throat when you do. When you're done, get dressed and leave, don't say anything."

This chick had some real issues. This oral rape scenario was pretty hot, I was fully hard just reading this.

I followed these instructions, and peeking into her bedroom, found her just as she described I would. She had really nice tits, nicer than I imagined through her top.

Her nipples were big and hard, and she was lightly pinching one of them. I had found an old roach clip type thing in my junk drawer, and brought it along. If she wanted some nipple pain, then I was happy to oblige.

I slipped off my clothes in the living room and tip toed into the bedroom, slowly walking up to her. Silently I set my phone on a nearby bookshelf and started a video -- I did not want to miss this!

I stepped up to her head and put the head of my cock into her mouth. She let out an audible groan when it touched her tongue and her mouth inhaled me, immediately sucking me deeper. She reached back and grabbed my ass, pulling me toward her, so I jammed my cock right down her throat in one motion. She gagged and convulsed. I didn't wait for her to adjust; I pounded her throat with full force from the get go. I slapped her tits, pinched her nipples as hard as I could, and eventually put the clip on one of them. She squealed loudly at this, and I grabbed her head and continued my assault.

This continued for a good ten minutes or more. Looking at her exposed neck, I could see the shape of my cock in her throat as it moved in and out. At one point I stopped and held it there and felt her throat with my hands, and could feel my cock through her throat. Wild.

She slapped my ass when I stopped though, urging me to keep fucking her. Great gobs of saliva drooled out of her mouth, past her nose and over the blindfold, dripping onto the floor. My balls were slapping her on the forehead with each thrust.

She was done gagging though, having adjusted and was now just a receptacle, my cock plowing in and out, waiting for my cum. She didn't wait much longer.

I erupted with a huge load, forcing myself as deep as I could go. She convulsed one more time, cum and saliva shooting out of her nose and around my cock from her mouth, flowing down her face, into and around her nose and onto the floor.

When I was done throbbing, I slowly pulled my half hard cock out of her mouth, and she took a big gulp of air. For good measure, I dropped my balls in her mouth for a minute, then ran my cock all over her face, around her eyes and nose and forehead.

On a whim I decided to crank the humiliation up a notch. I'd developed a little fetish for golden showers over the prior few years, and with Bobbi Jane in this vulnerable position, I decided to give it a shot, even though this wasn't part of her script.

Still hovering over her with my balls in her mouth, I unleashed a steady stream of hot urine onto her chest, then pulled back and finished on her face. Bobbi Jane's mouth opened, and I pissed in her mouth for a good two or three seconds as she took a gulp and then spit the rest out and it rolled down her face and forehead and onto the floor with the rest of the evening's fluids.

I removed the roach clip and gave her tits one final squeeze. I grabbed my phone and left the room, dressed quickly and left, leaving her in a messy puddle of cum, urine and saliva.

I wasn't sure the protocol after a staged oral rape, so I stayed quiet.

The next morning, a text: "Thank you so, so, so much!! (Heart emoji). I rly needed that, so bad!"

"No problem, BJ, not like it was putting me out at all. Very hot, I had no idea this was something people were into. At least no one I know. Hope you didn't mind the finishing touch."

"Lol, well I'm not like other people. I'm not into romance and lovemaking lol. The finishing touch was perfect, thank you!! Can I call you when I need that again?"

"Sure thing BJ Queen. Can I call you for a BJ when I need one?"

"You better!"

Since then, I've called on Bobbi Jane occasionally for some oral relief. Mostly we'd meet in a typically empty parking garage downtown over lunch and she'd suck my cock in my car, then we'd have lunch together after.

About a year later, when two of my buddies were visiting for the weekend, she texted me to come over to fuck her throat again. I told her my friends were in town, and she said, "The more the merrier!"

We all went over and she was blindfolded, and had us stay quiet and each put our dick in her mouth for a minute. She was able to pick out my dick from the others just by size and feel in her mouth. After that she wanted to see who she could make come the fastest. We each unloaded in her or on her twice, pissed on her and left her in a puddle of filth once again.

I've never fucked her, but that's fine, the oral is so good it doesn't matter.