This entry is somewhat true, but none of the names or places are genuine. It is intended for adult pleasure only, and if you are not an adult, then don't read it. My stories usually contain graphic descriptions of oral sex, slaving, rimming, group sex, bi-sex and toilet, both pee and poo. If that offends you, then read something else.
All characters are of legal age.
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John - my new boyfriend.
If you've read any of my other stories, you'll know I'm an orally addicted slut, but clearly, not all guys know it instantly, and new boyfriends often take a few days to get into the swing of things. This is a story about John, one of my latest guys, and how we got into a great routine.
I met John, like I meet a lot of guys, as a friend of a friend. This is a useful way for me to meet guys, as it often cuts out all the bullshit, and also usually means they've had my fetishes and desires explained to them before our first date. They often don't believe all the tales they hear, but at least they know I'm not looking for fucking or for commitment. My friends know the sort of guys I like (which is to say, all guys) but they seem to pick out very suitable ones.
Saturday night was my first date with John. We met at a cafe west of the city, next to the cinema where he'd booked tickets. I dressed provocatively but not completely slutty - I didn't want other people to think he was with a hooker. So I wore a short leather skirt, high heels, a tight blouse and a respectable amount of makeup. As I walked into the cafe to meet him, I saw that he looked pretty handsome - a tall black guy, in khaki trousers, a nice tight shirt and a short leather jacket, and certainly as good as my friend had described.
I said hello, and we smalltalked for a while. He seemed a little too nervous for a such a good looking guy, but I expected he was thinking about all the wild stories he'd heard, and not sure which ones to believe. He was something in IT apparently, lives alone in a flat nearby, drives a nice car, and has been divorced for over a year.
"So, looking for your next wife, or just some fun then" I ask, a little cheekily.
He explains he's not looking for anything really, just likes being with a woman. Right answer for me!
We chat a little longer, finish our coffee, and make our way to the cinema next door - some romantic comedy he's chosen. I ask if we can sit at the back, which makes him smile, and we take up the middle of a long row of seats, not too many people nearby.
As the film starts, he starts to put his arm around me and pull me closer, softly.
He whispers, "This is nice", and smiles. I like him, and I whisper back, "it is yes". However, I'm not with a guy to be nice, so as he reaches for the popcorn and soda on the seat to his side, I drop to the floor. He turns back to me and I'm on my knees, shuffling between his legs, looking up at him....
As he looks down I look up and whisper, "Please? May I".
Suddenly, I can see he's starting to think the stories are true, but doesn't want to assume too much, so he just nods, hoping we're thinking the same thing. As he looks around to see if anyone is looking, I lick my lips and start pulling his loose, khaki pants down, and he lifts his buttocks off the seat slightly for me, to make it easier. With one movement I pull his trousers and boxers to his ankles in the semi-darkness, and I almost faint as this beautiful, thick, veiny cock flops to the side. It must be 8 inches long, whilst flaccid, and almost as thick as my wrist! The big red head is wide and bulbous, with a delicious looking long piss slit.
As he looks ahead pretending to watch the film, I almost drool, looking down on this wonderful treat, kissing and licking his hairy thighs, pulling him lower, so he can move forward towards my face. I start kissing closer to the big cock, but it starts to twitch and I want to feel it grow in my throat, so I dive forwards, hands on his legs, and push my face fast into his crotch, sucking my cheeks in, getting the thick head into my mouth and gulping as I feel his girth push into my throat.
My eyes water and I cough a little as I feel this large cock choke me, but I know what I want, so I carry on, getting my nose into his trimmed pubes, his cock all the way down my throat as it starts to harden, getting even wider and longer in my throat. Rather than pull out, I start rhythmically moving, ever so slightly, about an inch up and down from the base, back and forth, so he can feel my lips moving on his cock, but he can still feel deepthroated, as it should be. He's hard now, cockhead deep in my gullet, as I repeatedly gasp for air, my eyes streaming.
I suck for a few more minutes like this, then move all the way down, throating him completely, and stay still for a few more minutes, suckling and lapping, then quickly pull off his cock, wet strings of saliva and precum stringing from my mouth to his cock. The long wet globs fall onto the seat and his crotch as I go lower, kissing and licking the stickiness off his shaft, feeling it on my face as I kiss and lick his wet balls. As I crouch down and start sucking on his scrotum, I see the huge, hard cock in its full glory above my face. Fuck, I think, it must be 10 inches long; I shiver, quietly cumming, just at the thought of how much gagging I can do with this guy.
