I had hit a wall with my writing, so there I was, a 40-year-old bloke sat at home reading through online stories. I was hoping to find inspiration for a new story of my own. That's when I came across a new writer, their 1st story I read was gangbang based, and it had all the tags I liked.
I read the story and loved the writing style and length, yes there were a few errors, but we all do that, after all we're not professional writers and you'll maybe find some in here. We just like putting our adventures, fantasies, or even other peoples at request in to story form for everyone to enjoy.
I left some feedback and rated the story, then proceeded to read another couple of their stories. These were different tags, but as I enjoyed the 1st, I gave them a read and again enjoyed them. However, I was still drawing a blank on my creativeness.
One thing that stood out for me in their stories was the female lead was always the same person. This made me wonder if she was based on someone. Emma, young, blonde, athletic figure and pretty.
The next day I received an email thanking me for my feedback. This was rare so I replied and got chatting with the writer. After some emails back and forward, we discovered we had both been going through a dry spell in writing terms.
Discussing our preferred story types, I discovered quite a bit about her. 1st off she was a woman, 2nd where her stories had blow jobs, deep throating, and facials, I found out these were things she loved in the real world as well. The third thing was she loved a big fat cock, the bigger the better.
Our discussion still on email took an interesting turn when she said, she could do with a big cock to suck on and would love 9" forced down her throat.
I replied that I hoped she found one soon to inspire her for another story.
She asked if I had someone to suck my cock all the time.
In my dreams maybe, I replied.
That's when the bomb dropped, the next email came through, it was short and concise. That's a shame, I would suck your cock, get both our writing going.
I instantly replied not thinking anything of it other than a bit of fun on email, Sounds like a great idea.
She then asked, how big it was?
At this point it made me think, is this still just bit of fun or was she serious. Being honest and testing the water I replied, I would love to keep the illusion going but I'm just an average sized guy and waited her response. I'm 5" with a decent girth, never had complaints but I always knew there were bigger guys out there, I have to see them in the health clubs changing room regularly.
I'd still like to suck it, came her reply.
I took a moment to think, could this be real, surely not. I had to decide, end it with a joke and get back to our previous conversation, or ask further and see where it leads. I finally replied, you would be most welcome to, and I bet you would do a fantastic job as well, problem is I bet you live far away.
Her response came quickly, I hope not, my mouth is starting to water, and my knickers are getting wet thinking about your cock. As per my stories I'm in London.
"Damn," I blurted out to myself. She was about 200 miles away. That's when I remembered I had a business meeting the following week, in fact it was just a few days as this was on a Thursday and I was travelling down the Sunday.
Excitedly I replied saying, if you're serious about this you may need a change of knickers as I can't get down to London until Sunday.
She replied saying, she was serious and would be counting down the hours, also that she expected a messy facial as standard on Sunday night.
The emails went back and forward getting filthier along the way, I enquired whether she would go further than just fellatio having already told her my likes.
Depends on the performance on what she wants, was her response.
We brought the conversation to a close, I confirmed the hotel I would be staying at and would let her know when I arrive. I couldn't believe it was going to happen. That's when it dawned on me, I had no idea who she really was, or what she looked like.
I'm not shallow, my concerns were more based that this could all be a rouse. She may actually be a he just setting me up for a huge let down, or an 80-year-old looking for a final fuck. I put these thoughts to the back of mind. After all I was 40, overweight but keeping healthy, like a rugby player and she hadn't asked about any of that.
I was now looking forward to it as usually the trips to London for business were long conferences then a couple of hours in the pub with the lads that travelled down with me. I had forgotten about them; I work for a large finance company who always put us up in a 3-bed suite in a plush London hotel. The cost for them is justifiable as we bring in the new business and have overachieved on our targets every year for 8 years in a row.
Dan and Charlie are similar age to me. We're good friends not just work mates, we go the health club together, football and nights out. Even though we go to the health club and work out, going for a pint or 2 after has stopped us from getting those bodies you see in the men's health magazines.
Dan probably was the most in shape, he worked out harder than us and always tried to maintain a decent look. At 6ft 2 he stood above me and Charlie, and he was a bit of a ladies' man when he was younger but nowadays, he was more settled. He was in one of those open relationships with a girl which I never really got, for me you either are or you're not committed to someone.
Charlie was the shortest at around 5ft 10" and was also the youngest at 38. He was probably carrying a few extra pounds but carried it well. He got divorced a few years back after he was cheated on, he found it hard after that to commit to anyone else.
Sunday morning soon came round, Dan was at the door ready to set off. It was his turn to drive. I packed my case and laptop and off we set to collect Charlie. I hadn't told them before now about my plans but thought I should say something.
As soon as we were heading south on the motorway in cruise control, I told them everything. They knew about my stories as they often read them. The initial response I got was from Charlie as he blurted out with a laugh "I bet it's a 50-year-old bloke called Dave winding you up."
"Fuck you, we'll see who's laughing when she shows up tonight, in fact you 2 need to be gone when she does," I replied with annoyance in my tone.
"Chill," said Dan, "besides why do we need to go? If she loves sucking cock so much, maybe she'll do us aswell."
"Considering we've never met, it would be a bit rude to throw you guys into the mix, don't you think?" I replied again annoyed it had been suggested.
"Not really," Charlie said as he brought himself back into the conversation. "From what you've told us it wouldn't be her 1st time and 3 guys can give her a messier facial than 1 can."
