Slut life

How to make your girl give you a blowjob

This is what he said to me.

Mr. Park unbuttoned his jeans and pushed my head down on him. His cock was already hard. The flesh between my lips was warm and inviting. I was hungry for him, he knew this and had seen me eyeballing his cock as we sat on the couch getting comfortable. I had emailed him- professing that I was hungry for cock and would he be in the area. He agreed that I should not be made to wait.

I took him slow, taking him down deep and enjoying the sensation. He stroked my hair for a few moments, ‘good girl.’

He gathered my hair in his hands and used it to push me down on his cock. Slowly, sinking deep and then pulling me back so I could suck on the length of his shaft. Down again. Oh his cock is lovely so lovely. So big and hard.

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He pulled me so I was parallel to the couch so he could reach me- he pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties, exposing my ass. I winced as he drew his hand away as I knew it was coming. Sharp and hard on my ass so that I lurched a bit forward- leaving him to push his cock down my throat. Again, and again until it stung against my flesh. I continued to take him in my mouth, in my throat- trying not to choke as each stinging strike jerked my body.

I reached my hand back- instinctively trying to cover myself. He reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling it up on my back, and using his elbow to pin me, the other hand, spanking me over and over, and then grabbing my hair and pushing me down on him. Forcing his cock into my throat and jerking my head up and down on him.

“Suck that cock, slut. Take it down like a good whore. You are such a good girl. You like me spanking this ass don’t you?” SMACK. and again and again. “You know what to say if it’s too much, but you want it don’t you? Fucking slut.

With that he pulled me off his cock. I was a mess. I tend to get self conscious when giving head as so not to get spit everywhere. I’m weird about fluids, I think I’ve said that. Of course, when sucking cock this way, there’s no time or room to worry about it. The only way I can breathe is to occasionally open my mouth a bit wider than the shaft and his constant thrusting into my throat was making the saliva run in overdrive. It was on my hands, on my face.

“Look at all that fuck on your face,” he caressed my cheek. I wiped up my face a bit and he reached into his pocket and pulled out his camera. “Lets see you back on my cock, now.”

I moved back down and sucked him some more- one hand in my hair, he pulled me back and turned my head sideways and snapped some pictures of slutty mouth on his cock. “That’s a good girl,” he groaned at me, setting the camera down and wrapped his hands around my hair again, pulling it and grabbing me hard. He fucked my throat, hard. again and again. Still spanking, still thrusting.

I was in heaven. In my zone. I felt sexy and strong in my submission. His adoration fueled me and while he commented about whether or not he’d be forced to fuck my ass- I was determined to swallow his cock like a good whore until he filled my mouth with his hot cum. I kept going, tightening my lips around him- doing my best not to choke. Unable to breathe and throat full of cock, I know my deep throating needs work- but I press on. Feeling his cock grow solid and I knew he was close. His words flowed out at me, and I moaned and begged him to cum with my slutty whimpers.

“Swallow it. Swallow all that cum, whore!” he groaned and pumped his thick cream into my mouth. I swallowed every drop and then continued to adore his cock, gently licking it and sucking slowly while he looked down on me, smoothing my hair from my face and speaking in low tones. “That’s a good girl. Very good girl. You have a fantastic mouth. You are spectacular.”

“Thank you, sir.” I whispered. Laying my head on his thigh for an extra moment, reveling in his attention.

I sat up and arranged my clothes a bit, rubbing my red ass, feeling the heat coming from the red marks I didn’t need to see to know they were there. My throat was already feeling sore and my lips were swollen and my jaw was aching.

I felt good and satisfied.

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