I'm his
Bill was a great guy- nice body, good looks, friendly, but
he also had a wife. I ignored that when I started paying attention
to me, leaving me nice notes and flirty e-mails. I was flattered
by the attention and started wearing more sexy clothes-
low-cut tops, short skirts and pumps. He especially appreciated
my chest, as most guys do. I'm a BBW with a very full 42DD bustline
and he couldn't keep his eyes off them when I wore the stretchy
lycra leotard top. That evening he offered to give me a ride home because my
car was in the shop. On the way to my apartment, he stopped
to show me a beautiful view from an out of the way parking
lot. I wanted him badly, and I knew he felt the same way. I
let him kiss me and felt my heart race and my face flushing.
His hands were on my breasts in seconds and I forgot all my
morals and began groping for his cock. It was stiff and fat, and I was so excited, but in his car there
was not much room to move. I so desparately wanted to please
him so I bent over and wrapped my lips around his cock and
began bobbing my head up and down while I pumped the thick
shaft with both hands. He groaned in pleasure and started
breathing in short gasps. I wanted to give him the best blow
job he's ever had- I licked his balls, I took him so deep down
my throat that I had to force myself not to gag. At the height
of my blow job I got what I wanted- his pelvis jerked up towards
my mouth and he shot big gobs of thick semen into my mouth.
I milked his big dick while it spurted again and again, making
loud gulping sounds. Afterwards, he looked very pleased and I told him I would
please him anytime he wanted it. He said his wife never does
that for him and I was the best he's ever had. Now I'm his secret blow job queen, as he calls me and when
he calls I know he wants to feel my mouth slide down his cock
and it makes me feel very sexy.
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