Random Blow Job

I am not boasting but this happened to me recently. This post is part of The Oral Sex Project.

“I really feel like a blow job,”

“Hmm, well I can do that. I am actually pretty good at them.”

“All women say that. Most of them aren’t”

“Yeh well lots of guys say they are great at licking pussy but most of them aren’t”

He was a very pretty man. Out of my league.

I was unsure of how interested he was in me. He seemed interested but he was holding back. A couple came into the bar. After a quick glance he turned his back to them.

“I recognise that guy. He is either from my work, or a relative, or something,” The idea of being recognised in a swing club is disconcerting for everyone. I smiled a little at his discomfort.

“The chick is cute though,”

He turned back to look at her, “Definitely,” I could tell he was very interested. I wasn’t about to play second fiddle or be the girl trying to grab attention. I got up and went back to my husband.

For a while I watched him from afar. Then he walked up to us,

“So, are you interested in getting a room and seeing about this blow job?”

I hesitated briefly. I wasn’t here to service his needs. But he was pretty, and I did want to prove my point about being good at sucking cock. Plus, I had been on the receiving end of some very good pussy attention earlier. What goes around comes around sometime.

He noted my hesitation,

“If you aren’t interested that is fine,” he seemed a little abrupt. It made me hesitate more. He wandered away. I was philosophical about his departure. You win some you lose some. He was the one losing the blow job of his life.

A little while later as we wandered through the chill out space, we came across him sitting with two other couples on some comfy couches. It seemed like he was holding court, chatting with people relatively new to the scene about their motivation to investigate swinging. The group shuffled up and invited us to join.

We chatted for a while, the conversation was explicit and honest. We talked about our experiences, and our fantasies, what we wanted to get out of being swingers and what we had done. Some people joined our group and then left when it got too much. The pretty boy left for a while but came back. I guess we were the most interesting thing happening.

The woman who had been working in the bar stopped by our huddle,

“We are closing in half an hour,”

I was surprised. I hadn’t realised how long we had been sitting there. Jokingly I turned to the pretty boy,

“You better get your shit together if you want that blow job,”

He galvanised into action,

“Upstairs or downstairs?”

“Whatever, I need to pee first,”

When I came back from the bathroom, he was standing next to the couches, he signalled upstairs and I left my husband and the group, still in their conversation. I don’t know what they thought, I am sure they asked him how he felt about it, I am sure he felt like the cool kid saying he was fine and evolved.

We climbed the stairs and made our way into a freshly made up room. The lighting was dim, and the bed was covered in black sheets. He stripped quickly as I sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was as pretty as the rest of him, thick and proud. I opened my mouth and tasted him. He was clean and sweet. I opened my mouth wider and slid my lips further down his velvet shaft. It truly was a cock to worship.

He groaned in pleasure,

“You actually do like doing that,”

“Of course,” In that moment I was truly aware of my power. I remembered why I like doing this.

I tilted my head and looked into his eyes while I held his cock in my mouth. The only thing that would make this better would be him holding the back of my head. I slid my mouth down his shaft, making sure it was slick and wet so that it would slide easily. His breathing told me I was doing it right.

“You may need to lie down,”

“Definitely,” He sprawled on the bed. The black sheets and the dim blue lights framed him perfectly making a scene of beauty. Then I noticed the socks.

“Get those off,” I pointed at his feet,

“But they are my security blanket,” he protested.

“I don’t care,” Unintentionally the teacher voice was out

He didn’t protest any more, the socks joined the rest of his clothes.

I removed my top, just because I could, and kneeled between his legs to give my full attention to the glory that was his cock. I slid my mouth down his shaft taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I love that part. I love the feeling of a cock that fills my mouth and still has some to spare. It is the most powerful thing. Underneath me he squirmed and groaned. Precum seeped onto my tongue. I lifted my head and trailed my lips over his transversus line before moving up to his chest. His fingers trailed over my nipples for a few moments but we weren’t here for him to pleasure my body. I returned to suck him before pulled himself upwards.

He leaned on the head of the bed with me between his feet. Truly if someone were to film this it would be an epic porno. I took his balls into my mouth holding them and moving them around.

“Oh my God, chicks never do this, you truly are good at this!”

I didn’t reply. I had proved my point. It was time to get serious. I gripped his cock and slid my lips downwards.

He removed my hand, “That is cheating,”

I let his instruction go to the keeper. I knew who was in control here. I looked into his eye as he slid his cock into my mouth. He surprised me by keeping control and not trying to choke me. He paused for a moment,

“What are the rules with cumming?”

“You are welcome to cum anywhere except on my face,” I smiled at him.

“You are truly a unique person,”

His cock slid between my lips. I concentrated on his feeling, savouring all of it, taking in the sound of his breath and the pleasure noises he was making. His cock slid easily over my tongue. It was the perfect size for my mouth. I could tell he was close, my body responded to his arousal, I wrapped my hand around his perfect hard arse holding him closer to my face.

His cum was sweet and salt and perfect. His cock throbbed against my tongue as it jetted the cream into my mouth.

The Oral Sex Project is part of the Wicked Wednesday site. Click here to find other stories and posts about everything to do with oral sex.

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gemmi72

Wife, swinger, blogger. An ordinary woman living life one day at a time dealing with the complications of moonlighting as a sex goddess.

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