It has been ages since I've written about Nancy Jean, my ex-wife who years ago was the Blow Job Queen of Ridley High. Yes, she was given that distinction in a not so secret vote of her class.
Oh, I didn't know she had been "honored" until well after we had been married, when at a 10-year high school reunion I heard several guys talking about her oral talents. Later that night I caught her in the act blowing numerous guys, something that became a habit over the next several years.
Ultimately we divorced: good riddance to the cock-sucking bitch! Except that like a bad penny she kept coming back as her relationships disintegrated and her bills mounted. You don't get large divorce settlements when you are a cock sucking whore.
Over the years Nancy Jean came to me to ask, no, make that beg for money. And for the use of her oral talents, I was incented to help her out. Oh, I know, I am scum, but nothing like my ex-wife. The only thing she didn't do was whore herself out for cash. Except with me.
She became the talk of my small office. Only my current secretary, Mrs. Harris, and I knew what went on behind closed doors: Nancy Jean sucking me off on a regular basis. That went on for years, and only ended when she moved back to Philadelphia for a better job, living with her parents.
This occurred after I, well, wrecked her pending marriage to one of the guys at her school. An Assistant Principal. He didn't know, until late on the night of his bachelor party, that Nancy Jean was the staring female attraction of the night.
In disguise for the evening, she was giving blowjobs in a back room glory hole setting. Nobody knew it was her, even though there was a camera back there showing the blowjobs on a screen out front. It wasn't until the pending groom saw his son being sucked off by his soon to be wife that the shit hit the fan.
Oops.
Long story short Nancy Jean made her way back home to Delaware County near the R8 train to Philly and tried to turn her life around. She would still write and ask for money, and quite frankly I made it a habit of giving her some when I was in town on business. Both money and cock, that is.
But there weren't a lot of exploits worthy of writing, until two things happened. Out of the blue two people commented on this series and sent me notes, Kristin and Steven. Their notes hit me by surprise, because the normal notes you get are complains about punctuation or grammar, or some other such irrelevant notes about stories on an erotic site.
Both, in their own way, wanted to know if Nancy Jean was still a major league cocksucker, and both wondered if I was still tapping that mouth of hers. To the first question, I really didn't know, and to the second, well, only infrequently.
Still their notes got my juices flowing and I gave her a call out of the blue, and Nancy Jean actually was happy to hear my voice.
"I was just going to call you," said her voice, one that always got my cock stirring whether she was talking about the weather or talking something sexual. "I got a promotion at work, and I'm thinking of getting my own place. Will you be in town anytime soon, I could use just a little help if you know what I mean."
I mentioned something about getting right to the point, but what did I expect from my ex-wife. She always had an angle, and she knew she could coerce me into things with a bobbing of her hear. Why, before moving back to Philly I had her blow me for old times sake and made her say good bye to Mrs. Harris ---- with my cum still on my ex-wife's face.
Oh, I had multiple ways of humiliating her, but it was nothing like the humiliation and hurt she caused me over the years when we were married. When she'd blow a guy then come and I'd unknowingly kiss her. Yuck!
But I got her back, big time. She blew me in my office more times than I could count, once with Mrs. Harris actually making a pre-planned walk into the office, catching us in the act. I continued to fuck Nancy Jean's face while my secretary had me sign some papers, then watched as she took a couple candid cell phone photos of my ex-wife sucking my dick. Nancy Jean was beyond embarrassed.
Another time I took the girl on a road trip, and she sucked me off in the car under the watchful eyes of some cross-country truckers. At a rest stop she sucked one of them off, making their year and blowing my mind. Yes, I liked humiliating my ex-wife. And the woman took it.
I guess the old adage, once a Blow Job Queen, always a Blow Job Queen, is the saying of the day.
It's funny, for years some of my married friends complained about their wives not blowing them after marriage as much as before. I guess that's common, and in some respects it was true with Nancy Jean and I.
After we got married the blow jobs did slow, but what I didn't know is that they only slowed for me, as she was addicted to cock and blew numerous other guys over the years we were married. Hence, after I gave her the boot, it was ironic and exciting to have her suck me off almost at will.
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I flew into Philadelphia International and was whisked right to an afternoon business meeting. Staying at the Marriott was comfortable, and when Nancy Jean called my room a noon the next day I was ready. We met in the lobby bar, sitting side by side, and caught up on things.
It wasn't long before she was stroking my leg, getting me hot, and after just one drink we were on our way upstairs. We let an older couple have an elevator to them before getting our own as I pushed the 15th floor button.
Before the door was fully closed Nancy Jean was on her haunches and I had my dick in her mouth. There was no fore play; she just started bobbing her head quickly on my dick. I had a fleeting thought of what would happen if the elevator stopped before our floor, but it didn't.
It was 20 seconds of heaven as she rose to her feet and I was barely presentable just as the door open. Good thing, as a woman was waiting for the elevator, and I swear she knew what had been going on because she gave me a knowing smile. I guess the face that Nancy Jean's hair was amiss and she was wiping her mouth when the door opened gave things away. More likely it was the piece of shirttail protruding through my zipper.
We both laughed as we walked hand in hand to my room, 1216. Once inside we kissed again, and Nancy Jean cooed that she only had a half hour as she really did have to get back to work. "I have several of reports that have to get done. Now I know how my students used to feel when I was teaching and they had deadlines."
She was feeling my cock through my pants and asked what was wrong. I wasn't fully up to the occasion, and I told her why.
"It's just, well, when we were kissing I wondered who had been in there before me."
