Deep Throat Blow Jobs
As I queued patiently, waiting to pay the cashier, I felt the cool breeze of an air conditioner from somewhere behind me. It carried an intriguing scent of aftershave. Out of curiosity, I turned my head slightly, trying not to appear obvious while stealing a look at the man behind me. There he was, my dream man dark hair, sparkling eyes, just the right height. He was sexy, and I wanted him.
Our eyes met briefly. I wanted to say something, but I was frozen. Finally I smiled and nodded politely, then turned to focus my unseeing eyes on the neck of the woman in front of me. All I saw was him, and the fantasies began.
I took a pen and a scrap of paper from my handbag and swiftly scribbled a note. Taking a deep breath, I turned and handed it to him, then quickly walked away. The note said, ‘Meet me in dressing room B.’
As I entered the small, enclosed room I could hardly even imagine what his reaction would be. There was a bench against the left wall, a mirror on the right and a few scattered hangers. The carpet was grey. I wondered if the room was sound¬proof. I closed the door and dropped my handbags to the floor, and before I even had time to reflect on what I was doing, I heard a knock.
When I opened the door and saw him standing there, my heart raced and I felt flushed. He took a step inside and shut the door behind him. We stood and stared at each other for one or two seconds which seemed to last an eternity. Then, without a word or a sound, we thrust ourselves into each other’s arms. His mouth was warm and wet, and seemed to drink me in as if I were a glass of water.
He undressed me quickly, then pressed me against the wall. With one hand he caressed my breast, while with the other he brought out his throbbing cock. Down to my knees I fell, grabbing his penis tightly around its base, quickly licking and sucking, sliding it in and out of my mouth. He was big and hard, and I was desperate to have him inside me. So I slowed down the pace a little, taking my time teas¬ing and kissing his cock. I let my tongue ride up and down his shaft, then circle his cockhead, before again engulfing him deep in my throat. It was a hardcore blow job.
He pushed me down to the floor and crouched over me, ramming his long, hard cock all the way into my wet pussy. I shrieked with acceptance and delight. We were soon fucking furiously. At one point he turned me over and began fucking me from behind as we panted and whimpered.
Each powerful thrust of his prick seemed to touch every nerve in my body, making me quiver. He rode me hard, grabbing my tits, and rubbing my stomach. I turned round to kiss his lips, moaning and gasping as he continued to plunge himself inside me to the hilt.
The next thing I knew he had pulled out of me, turned me round and lifted me on to the bench against the wall. He spread my legs wide, then bent down and gently placed his tongue into my hole. I could feel my wet, warm juices oozing into his mouth as he licked me like a lollipop. I felt sensations rocketing through my body, concentrating in my clit. I wiggled and jerked, gasped and moaned as he sucked and teased and gnawed at my sex. The motions of his head and the soft sounds of his pleasure made it even more erotic and explosive.
At this point the room seemed to close in as I felt myself reaching the point of no return. But I didn’t want to come without him. I pushed him down to the floor, as he had pushed me earlier, and then I mount¬ed him, ready to ride him home.
He gasped and I cried out as I felt his cock enter my vagina, pushing tightly against its walls. I pumped myself up and down on his whole length, faster and faster. He grabbed my breasts and pulled me down so he could take them into his mouth, sucking and licking my nipples. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and together we exploded, backs arching, legs tensing, mouths gasping as we lost all control, drowning in our passionate ecstasy…
That’ll be ten pounds fifty, madam,’ the cashier said loudly, obviously repeat¬ing the phrase. I had been lost in my fantasy and hadn’t heard her. Hastily, I handed over some money, apologising inarticulately.
As I walked away, returning my change to my purse, someone handed me a small, folded piece of paper. The figure quickly moved off as I looked up, and I caught only his shadow, rushing away.
I opened the note, my hand trembling, it simply said, ‘Meet me in dressing room B.’
