5 comments/ 32712 views/ 15 favorites Diary of a Fellatrix Ch. 01 By: gimmie_your_load Friday: I rush right home from the gym at 2:00pm, snarling at traffic and weather delays on the road. I only have an hour before my first date arrives! I tap my fingers in impatient time to the same-old music playing on the radio as I wait at the last light before the turn off for my apartment building. I squeal my tires slightly on the wet pavement as I take the corner into my parking lot a little too fast, and then smoothly pull into my space. In my rush I fumble with my keys and in frustration, decide to simply leave my gym bag in the car to be retrieved later. I jog to the door and let myself in, deciding to take the stairs to my 4th floor apartment rather than wait for the ancient elevator. As I hurry through the door of my place, a quick glace reveals that the traffic has taken its toll, and at 2:34 I haven't got much time to prepare. Tossing my keys down on the table by the door, I rush to my bedroom, stripping off my sweaty tank top and sports bra as I go. I glance in the mirror as I pass on my way to the bathroom, and catch myself in profile; my nipples harden as I think about the cock I'll soon suck, and I shiver with anticipation. I bend over, pulling off my spandex shorts, tossing them in the hamper as I step into the shower. Working quickly, I give my hair a quick rinse, and lather myself all over. I dare not dally to rub my tingling clit, and I actually slap my own hand away as it unconsciously migrates to my crotch. I rinse and turn off the shower, grabbing a big luxuriously thick towel and start drying off. With no clock in the bathroom, I rushed to pet myself dry, and wring out my hair as much as possible. Realizing I needed to pee, I quickly tossed the towel to the side and sat. Of course, that was the moment my apartment buzzer rang. In a panic, I quickly finished and wiped, and grabbed the towel as I ran to buzz him in. As soon as I did, I wrapped the towel tightly around my body, and rushed to the mirror to see if I could salvage my looks in the few moments I had before he reached my door. Just as I started to brush my wet hair back behind my ears, he knocked on my door. The man must be "The Flash" I thought to myself as I pondered my reflection a moment longer. Far from perfect, but good enough for the task at hand, I thought. I opened the door and affected my biggest, warmest grin. "Hello John hunny, come in." I said in a sultry tone. John smiled nervously and come inside, his eyes on the floor, darting up for only the briefest of glances at me. John was a quiet, sensitive soul; a nerd by most modern definitions. He was soft, but not really overweight, and had a patchy chin-strap beard that ended up making him look younger, rather than older. "Sorry I didn't have time to finish getting ready," I said with a mock pout. "I got stuck in traffic. But don't worry, I promise I'll make it up to you." I added with a wink. John on blushed in response and stammered an attempted compliment, saying I looked perfect. "Really?" I asked, tongue in cheek as I twirled to show him my backside, only half covered by my towel. "Its just a towel John." As I said "its just a towel", I let used one hand to untuck it from my chest. The towel fell to the floor while I looked back over my shoulder, my bare behind facing an awestruck John. "Oops." I said in my best approximation of a ditzy blonde's voice. John stood, hands at his sides, looking like a statue frozen into a look of utter amazement. To avoid his becoming a brain aneurism casualty before my eyes, I gently took him by the hand and led him behind me to the bedroom. Turning around, I pushed him softly till he was seated on the edge of my bed, and then, grabbing a pillow to kneel on, sank down between his legs. "I've been waiting all day for this hunny." I said huskily. "I'll bet you have too." "You're so beautiful." John said, barely above a whisper. "I think about this all day, every day." "You're such a sweetheart." I said honestly, looking into his eyes as my fingers undid his button and fly, before pulling his shorts down to his ankles. "And have such a hard cock." I added with a wink. John blushed, and smiled to himself. I had met him only a month before, when I struck up conversation while sitting next to him on the bus one day. I had been able to tell he was checking me out, but also that he was far too nervous to even speak to me, so I tried to embarrass him into coming out of his shell. The best part of the mostly one-sided conversation was when I reached out and pressed the palm of my hand against the obvious raging erection in his pants that day, simply from speaking with me. He hadn't known how to react; I suspected I may have been the first to even touch him. Later that day I was definitely the first to ever swallow his cum, and I had met him twice since to service his inexperienced cock. I heard John moan softly and glanced up to see him, eyes closed, head back, biting his lip from simply the feeling of my breath on his cock. I smiled to myself, knowing what fun it was to tease his sensitive and hair-trigger cock and balls. Slowly, I went to work, with my mouth only, licking and sucking his balls. They were already tight in his sack, and he let out a long, low, groan as I pampered them. Being the insatiable tease that I am, I kept it up for several minutes, licking, kissing, and sucking his balls gently. Still using only my mouth, my hands resting on my knees, I slathered the underside of his cock with my tongue, moving up to its head. John was average in length, and a little bigger than average in girth, with a nice fat uncircumcised head. I ran my tongue around the crown of his cock over and over, flicking it and circling it, causing him to squirm and moan. I smiled to myself as I teased and tortured him, thinking to myself that I would make an excellent interrogator. Finally, after about 10 minutes, I took him into my mouth. The sound he made as a result almost made me laugh out loud, so I covered it up with an approving moan of my own. Ever so slowly, I sank my mouth onto him, taking him to the hilt and back again in smooth slow motions. I already felt his cock beginning to pulse, and backed off to watch it bob up and down in front of my face as he cooled down. When it stopped I went right back down again, agonizingly slowly, slithering my tongue out to lash his balls when I had his head at the opening to my throat. I gagged lightly once, and then withdrew, again backing off to let him cool down. John's chest was heaving now, and he gently stroked my hair and shoulders with his hands. I moaned softly in appreciation, and ran my own hands up and down his thighs, letting my fingernails lightly scratch his skin. I licked his cock head as it began to pulse and bounce again. "I'm gonna cum..." John grunted out in desperation. "Mmmm yes baby, cum all over my face." I replied, smiling up at him while he watched his cock begin to spurt sticky white cum onto my lower lip. Using no hands, I began to move my face around, rubbing every part of it against his cock as it shot and leaked copious cum onto my cheeks, lips, nose, eyebrows, and forehead. Reaching up one hand at last, I gently tickled his balls, coaxing just a little more cum out as I wantonly smeared my face into his dripping cock. "I'm sorry," John began to mutter as he stroked my hair lovingly. "I tried to hold out and last longer to make you happy." I felt John's thick cum sticking to my lips as they parted, causing a small bubble of cum to pop as I replied. "The load I'm wearing on my face right now makes me the happiest girl alive." I reassured him, stroking his knee. Using a soft cloth I keep by my bedside for such occasions, I gently cleaned off first John's cock, and then my face. He watched in silence, gently touching me with his fingertips, tickling my shoulders and arms. "Thank you so much Lucia." he said. "You really are incredible." "You're a really special guy John. I love taking care of you." I reply with an honest smile. Feeling embarrassed and awkward, John hung around for only a few more minutes, making odd small talk until he finally invented some excuse to leave. I smiled to myself at his nervousness, knowing he was trying to work up the courage to ask me to dinner some time. I may have done all the work for him to get me into bed, but I was going to make him do that part himself. I wished him a fond farewell at the door, wrapped up once again in my towel. Friday night's continued antics to be continued in chapter two! Diary of a Fellatrix Ch. 02 Thanks to John's typically quick finish, I had time to more properly prepare for my next date. Taking my time, I applied my makeup in the bathroom, including smoky eye shadow and ruby red lipstick - the kind that was sure to leave my date covered in tell-tale red markings. With that complete, I pulled on some baby blue booty shorts and shimmied into a simple turquoise tube top dress, foregoing a bra. Examining myself in the mirror, I decided to leave my hair down for Adam's arrival, and placed a hair elastic around my wrist for easy access later. Adam was going to be a very different sort of date from John, my soft-spoken gentleman. Where John was inexperienced and cute in his appreciation of my talents, Adam was insistent and demanding - a sexually aggressive guy who loved to use my wanton mouth for his pleasure. While I enjoyed servicing John for personally and emotionally fulfilling reasons, Adam satisfied my most base lust and desire to orally submit to an enormous cock. Topping out at over nine inches when fully aroused, Adam was certainly enormous, and I felt my mouth watering as I waited for him on my couch. I glanced at the clock which read 4:58pm; he was due to arrive any minute now. I jumped as my apartment buzzer rang, startled out of my lustful daydreaming. I felt like I had a mouth full of marbles as I spoke to Adam, my mouth watering so much I nearly drooled. He chuckled with confidence over the intercom as I buzzed him in, probably hearing the anticipation in my voice. Unlike John, who had fidgeted nervously when I let him in, in awe of my looks, Adam strode into my apartment like her owned the place, eyeing me eagerly up and down. "You look fucking great babe." he said in a tone that managed to convey he expected nothing less. Without further formality, he clutched the sizable bulge in the front of his jeans. "Now why don't you get on your knees and show me why I came out here." Snatching a pillow off of the couch and placing it on the floor in front of Adam, I knelt down at his feet. Licking my lips lewdly while making eye contact, I undid his button and fly before yanking his pants and underwear down all in one motion. Adam smiled down at me as his huge, heavy, and half-hard cock dangled inches from my face. Reaching down, he gasped himself by the base, and lifted it. On cue, I presented my cheek to him, and was rewarded with a loud *THWACK* as his fat head slapped into my face. I smiled widely and stuck out my tongue while he rained blows down on my face and mouth with his thick club - I could feel him hardening with each hit. Leaning in, I took his balls into my mouth, licking and sucking them, moaning like a cheap whole while he slowly stroked his shaft up and down. Wanting to taste the precum which I knew would already be forming, I pulled back and took control of his meat with my hands. Jerking him slowly, I took his head in my mouth, and felt the familiar burning sensation of precum in my throat as I swallowed it down. He leaked like a faucet, and my mouth quickly filled with the taste of cock and seminal fluid. I moaned louder as I felt his hands come to rest on the back of my head. While Adam's rock hard member was certainly evidence that he enjoyed my ministrations, past experience with his preferences told me that a cock-worshiping blowjob was not why he was here to visit. I moaned in horny anticipation as he tried a few slow practice thrusts into my mouth, holding my head in place with a vice-like grip. Adam was a face-fucker, a selfish and rough lover with an insatiable desire for deep throat. Despite the inevitable sore throat and bruised lips the day after a hook up with him, I came back again and again for his huge, thick dick, massive loads, and incredible stamina. In short, I got off on being a hole for Adam to use and dump his cum in. "That's my good little whore." Adam said with relish as he felt my throat give way and allow his head entrance. "Gag on it like the slut you are." He held himself deep, grasping the back of my head and pulling it towards his belly, pulsing his shaft inside my throat. After what seemed like an eternity, and was in reality probably only seconds, I began to convulse and gag involuntarily on his thick meat. Adam laughed heartily as he eased off the pressure and let me back away far enough to breathe, while still keeping his head in my gasping mouth. "I fucking love gagging you, slut." he said. "I love gagging on your fat cock." I murmured around a mouthful of dripping cock head. Taking my words for the challenge they were, Adam began pumping away at my face in earnest. *ULG GLUG GAK GLAK* I gagged on him in time with his deep thrusts into my throat, contracting around his head and making him groan with pleasure. After a while, he settled into a stable pace, one which I knew he could maintain for half an hour, leaving us both in a sweaty heap before he finally climaxed. Though physically challenging, I loved the stamina Adam possessed, and revelled in testing the limits of my own oral cavity. Adam looked down at me and made eye contact, and I shivered with arousal at the thought of him watching his meat pounding my lips and throat. I forced my eyes to stay open despite my repeated gagging, and felt the tears streaming down my cheeks as a result. Adam smiled down at me, and picked up the pace, forcing me to shut my eyes tightly as I struggled to retain my composure in the face of his oral onslaught. To distract myself, I let me hand drift between my kneeling legs, and up under my dress. I pressed the palm of my hand hard against my clit and ground myself against it slightly, moaning as he fucked me. I felt and heard saliva splattering on the floor in front of me, and coating my tits and front of my dress in thick soupy spit. I moaned again and pressed against myself harder. I lost myself in the bliss and hypoxia of Adam's brutal face fucking, my mind drifting as I rubbed my clit and gagged away on his meat. I imagined the shock, dismay, and secret arousal of friends and co-workers if they could see me there on my knees, drooling like a true slut over a huge penis as I submitted to the oral pounding of a lifetime. I imagined the gloating grin I would give to my uptight sister as I pulled away from Adam, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva behind connecting my smile to his cock. I panted and moaned uncontrollably as I felt myself begin to climax. My vibrations and gyrations must have pushed Adam over the edge as well, as I felt my mouth suddenly devoid of his thick shaft. I opened my eyes, still in the throes of orgasm, and watched as he stroked himself, pointing at my face before suddenly exploding a laser-beam shot of cum into my face. I felt his stream ricochet off of my nose and across my cheek under my right eye, and moaned loudly, opening my mouth wide and repositioning in an attempt to catch his next blast. His second and third slapped home in quick succession, hitting my forehead and falling downwards to leave a pair of matching vertical lines on either side of my nose. I moved closer and tilted my head back, opening my jaw as wide as I could, and groaned with pleasure as I was rewarded by two more heavy jets into the back of my throat, coating my tongue along the way. I kept my lips open wide as Adam pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, his fist banging into my nose as he stroked the remaining beads of cum into my gaping maw. I lashed his head with the tip of my tongue, rolling his cum around in my mouth and savouring the taste. I kissed and sucked the head for the last few drops before he pulled out, slapping his three-quarter hard member onto my face lightly and smearing his cum into my skin. I whimpered as I swallowed down his copious sperm, licking my lips and sucking my teeth dry for every last drop. Adam patted my head as he absentmindedly rubbed his dick against my mouth. "Great job cocksucker." he said. "Ready for round two?" I grinned and nodded lustily up at him, dimly aware of his cum still slathering my face. This was my favourite attribute of Adam's, beyond even the size of his offerings or his stamina. I adored his ability to remain hard after cumming, and his constant desire to work towards a second hard-earned load immediately following the first. I stood on wobbly legs and beckoned him to follow me to the bedroom. "Lets go lay down and get comfortable." I said, taking him by the hand and leading him while he held his pants about his waist. When we got to my room I turned, and harried, spit, and cum-covered as I was, proceeded to sensually slip out of my dress, and shimmy out of my booty shorts. Presenting my breasts to him, I then removed the elastic from my wrist and put my hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of my face while I worked on him. While he watched me, horniness gleaming in his eyes, Adam undressed himself as well until he stood before with his giant pole waving around in front of him. "Why don't you lay down and let me work awhile?" I said, gesturing to the bed. With a grunt, he complied, stroking himself slowly as he laid back, watching me as I eyed his unit hungrily. Bending at the waist and never breaking eye contact with his cock, I crawled slowly onto the bed, my breasts dangling heavily as I advanced on all fours to within an inch of his large balls, still glistening with spit. Slowly and with expert technique, I began to worship him, starting at his balls and working my way up his shaft. I kissed, licked and sucked, leaving him gleaming with lustful saliva wherever I went. I stroked him, feeling him return to full mast as I moaned and murmured over his cock, whispering endearments to it, coaxing and playing with it. I rubbed my palm up and down his slathered shaft, then took the sticky hand and made a show of reaching back between my legs to rub my pussy. Adam grinned at me, appreciative of my work, but growing impatient to use me again. I smiled and winked at him before slowly impaling myself on his whole dick, deepthroating him with ease now that my throat was well worked in. To his credit, Adam managed to restrain himself for nearly an hour as I teased and pleased him, and watched like a wolf as I rubbed myself to another orgasm with his cock in my mouth. Finally, however, his patience broke, and he grabbed hold of my head in his hands again. I opened wide and let my neck go limp as he first used my head like a pocket pussy, jerking himself off with my mouth, and then held it still while he began to thrust into my open and drooling oral cavity. I slobbered and moaned wetly as he pumped my mouth from below, feeling him grow slick with spit and precum as he started to pressure my throat again. After a while, Adam grew more aggressive, and grasping me by the pony tail, dragged me around so that I lay below him in the middle of the bed, my legs dangling off the edge, bent at the knees. Next he straddled my face, using my pillows to prop himself up and get the best angle to plunge back into my mouth. With his thighs on either side of my face, and his shins pinning down my arms, he began to hammer home with his dick, driving my head into the mattress with each powerful down stroke. I coughed and gagged loudly, feeling saliva bubble from my mouth and leak down the sides of my face. Adam began to grunt as he thrust into me as hard as he could, fucking my face with an intensity and depth I had never before experienced. I wavered on the edge of consciousness, my legs kicking helplessly and my arms trapped unable to push him away and make room. My vision began to darken and I felt like I was slipping away into a deep dark hole. I awoke gasping, with Adam lightly stroking my hair and looking down at me. I shivered uncontrollably as I came too and realized where I was and what was going on. Had I passed out? Adam relieved my confusion with a sardonic grin as he explained that I has indeed gone unconscious while sucking his cock. "I guess we found your oral limit." He said with a rueful grin. "Are you okay Lucia?" "I'm fine," I croaked. "now bring that fat cock back over here." Adam looked utterly taken aback. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Get up here and fuck my mouth." I replied, unwilling to back down from the challenge, and wanting to taste his cum again. He straddled me again, this time taking care not to kneel on my arms. Slowly, he started to thrust home once again, though this time with less depth and speed. I gagged lightly, but was able to breathe around him, and let him pump away for another fifteen minutes before squeezing his leg to get him to dismount. "Now fuck my tits while I rub my clit." I said huskily, clearing my throat of built up saliva and precum. Eagerly, Adam pressed my tits together around his sopping wet member and began to slide it between them, pumping his long cock towards my mouth. I reached down and began to play with myself again, gasping with pleasure when I connected with my clit. In short order I found myself rocking and rubbing myself wildly, on the brink of another climax. Clearly sensing this, Adam picked up his own pace, and exploded a thick white load of cum onto my lips, chin and neck as I was wracked with my own orgasm. He then collapsed beside, both of us sweaty and exhausted from our efforts. I curled up next to him, and murmured for him to stay the night tonight. I never heard a response before drifting off to sleep. Diary of a Fellatrix Ch. 03 Saturday: I awoke hours later, the bleach-like smell of cum lingering on my lips, and the skin of my cheeks and chin feeling taut with the dried substance. I licked my lips, longing for some balm to moisturize them. I opened my eyes a crack and looked around the room, wondering if Adam had indeed spent the night. I found the bed beside me empty, and sighed, neither disappointed nor surprised. We had both gotten what we wanted the night before, and he owed me no more than that. With a soft groan, I rose from the bed and padded barefoot and naked towards the washroom, my various curves swaying as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Looking forward to the restorative powers of a hot shower, I jumped as I pushed the door open and heard Adam's deep baritone greet me. "Good morning beautiful." I looked up from the floor with tired eyes and took in the glorious sight of Adam's naked and freshly-washed body before me, his huge cock looking heavy and semi-erect, swaying slightly from side to side as it curved towards the floor. I giggled to myself as I saw it jump and harden slightly in response to my gaze. Without a second thought, I perched my bare behind on the cold porcelain of my tub, placing my face at eye level with his insatiable member. Taking it in his hand, Adam gave a few absent-minded strokes before jamming the wide head towards my face. In short order, I found myself - hands pressing into the tub at my sides to take some of the bite on my buttocks from my narrow perch - on the receiving end of a brisk face-fuck. I moaned and squeezed my thighs together in order to pressure my clit as Adam grasped the back of my head and under my chin, holding me in place for his pumping shaft. Quickly, I found my initially dry mouth filled and lubricated with precum and thick saliva from the back of my throat. I gagged softly on the girth of him, but Adam was more interested in speed than depth, and kept up a high tempo that had him gasping for breath after only a short time. Adam was only able to sustain this pace for about ten minutes before I felt him begin to quiver and pulse in pre-orgasmic bliss. "Get ready for your breakfast." He said, placing both hands onto the back of my head and pulling me in tight until my nose hit his pubic hair and my throat was filled with his meat. I moaned loudly, adding the vibrations of my vocal chords to the spasms of my throat around him, the dual sensations driving him over the edge. I reached around his bum with both arms, clasping my hands together like a wrestler and pulling him into me harder, holding him tightly in place in the depths of my throat while his balls bucked and jumped and I felt the semen course through his shaft. Like a cartoon fire hose, I felt each shot of cum surge up his length as a perceptible bulge, and gagged lightly as he emptied himself past my tonsils and directly into my belly. I felt the significant quantity as a satisfying warmth in my stomach as he held him until he began to soften before pulling back. I coughed slightly and gasped for air for a moment before looking up with a leering smile past his still semi-hard dick to his face. I licked my lips lewdly before smacking them with satisfaction. "Now that's a great way to start the day." I said with a wink. Adam mumbled his agreement, and still stared down at me in post-orgasmic stupor, patting me on the cheek with one of his hands before offering to help me back to my feet. After a small kiss on the lips, and a quick grope of my left tit and right bum cheek, Adam said his good byes and went into my bedroom to get dressed. Trusting him to lock the door behind him, I made my way to the shower, revelling in the relaxing blast of hot water. I emerged from the shower some time later, feeling fresh, clean, and rejuvenated. Despite the intense and even frightening experience from the night before, my hunger for cock and cum and was far from satiated, and as I got dressed for the day, I contemplated pre-empting my planned afternoon "date" with a morning booty call. Though we had never yet met in person, I knew that Bill had been longing for my mouth for some time now. I had been equally inspired to lust by what I had seen of him online - a very thick, straight, and beautiful cock capable of shooting copious quantities of semen. In short order, my mind was made up, and I logged on to my laptop to send him an email. To my delight, he answered back to my offer within minutes, almost as if he had been just sitting around and waiting for it. I licked my lips in anticipation as I replied, giving him directions to my place, and asking how long it would be before he arrived. As it turned out, he lived closer to me than expected, and could be there in only ten minutes. Replying that I couldn't wait to finally see "him" in person, I rushed to the bathroom and quickly applied some sultry makeup before he got there. Pale lip gloss and a little light eyeliner and mascara was all I needed, and I tossed my hair into a loose side-ponytail to keep it out of the way. Dressed in a simple turquoise tank top and jeans with a white belt, I hoped Bill would like what he saw. My nipples were visibly hard with excitement through the thin material of my tank top as I moved to wait on the couch by the door. Though only a matter of minutes, the time until Bill arrived and buzzed into the building seemed to drag on for eternity as I waited, my pussy growing wetter with each passing second. The time it took him to ascend the elevator to my floor left me nearly panting with desire; a reaction so strong that it surprised even me. I bit my lip as I heard his knock on the door; hoping that the pain would bring me back to reality. "Hi Bill." I said in a breathlessly sultry voice as I opened the door. "Thanks so much for coming over so quickly." "I would not miss this opportunity for the world!" he exclaimed, eyeing my mouth like a starving shark presented with a slab of bloody meat. "I've been waiting for my turn in... uh... to meet you forever!" "You've been so patiently waiting for my lips wrapped around your cock you mean." I replied with a wink. I was pleased to see my lewd words bring a flush to his cheeks, and knew that I was guessing 100% right. "That too." he said gruffly, reaching up and stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers, towards my ear. I glanced up at him through my long lashes, a mischievous grin on my lips. As his thumb came close to my mouth, I let my tongue dart out to lash it once, making him groan softly. Soon I found myself kissing and sucking on his thumb sensually as he ran it back and forth across my lips - my turn to moan softly to myself as I sucked on this avatar for his phallus. His hand drifted back towards my ear again, giving my lobes a gentle rub that forced me to close my eyes momentarily in pure bliss. They shot open again with pleasurable surprise as he grasped my side pony with a firm grip near the base where it met my head, giving it a short sharp tug that made my mouth pop open into a gasp that turned into a giggle of delight. Using this handle, he guided me to the floor at his feet where I knelt down on my heels with my back to the couch, and looked up at him expectantly with my hands on my thighs. "God you really are a good slut, Lucia." he muttered, his voice filled with awe. "Tell me how much you've been looking forward to this." "Oh my god hun," I said in return, my own voice low with awe. "I still remember the first day I saw your dick on cam." I paused and closed my eyes for a moment, licking my lips as I savoured the memory. "It was so straight and thick and powerful looking. I loved watching you stroke it for me." "Mmmm." Bill groaned. "And did you enjoy watching me cum?" "Oh my gawd." I babbled. "It was like a fountain splashing an endless stream of cum! I couldn't believe it!" I stared into his eyes with sincerity. "I knew then that I needed to taste you some day." "But you made me wait." he said, an edge of humour in his voice. "You're here now aren't you?" I replied, my hands running up the front of his pants to his thighs. "Take it out." he ordered, ignoring my question. I smiled as I complied, undoing his belt hurriedly, wanting to get to the treasure concealed within. Wasting no time, my deftly experienced fingers dropped his pants, leaving only the thin material of his boxers tenting mere inches from my lips. "Looks like you think it was worth the wait." I teased with a wink. "You're a little excited yourself." he replied, pinching my blatantly obvious nipples through the fabric of my top. "Of course I am." I replied while simultaneously pulling the straps of my tank top off my shoulders, and lowering it down to reveal my heavy and heaving breasts. "Its not every day I get visited by a beautiful cock like yours." Bill sighed with lust as he grasped my soft tits in his hands, squeezing and kneading them. "Jesus these are nice." he stammered. "Why thank you." I replied. "I grew them myself." "Lets see what I've grown for you." Bill said, pulling down his boxers with one hand while his other kept up his play with my tits. "Hmmm lets see indeed." I replied as I used my hands to grasp and manipulate him, examining him in close detail. "Mmmm it feels so nice and hard." I gasped. Bill could only groan in response as I slowly stroked him. He was ragingly erect, almost seeming painfully so; his thick cock bulging with small skin-tone veins. I tickled his flared circumcised head, teasing its triangular underside with a finger while my other hand traced gently up and down his length. It was truly a thing of beauty to my cock-hungry eyes - thick enough to ensure my mouth was entirely filled, yet not so long as to choke me to death when I inevitably took it all into my eager mouth. I felt the heat and moisture between my thighs grow, and with it decided I had waited long enough to taste Bill's gorgeous meat. Just as I took a deep breath and prepared to engulf him in my warm, wet mouth, I felt the palm of Bill's hand stop my forehead as it came forward. Pressing to tilt my head back, he let his hand drift back again to grasp my ponytail and hold me in place. I whimpered, slightly annoyed at having my feast withheld, but then felt my heart skip a beat as I saw him take hold of the base of his shaft and begin to slap it up and down onto my face. Like a drummer beating a rising tattoo, he began slowly, building the speed of his slapping as he went, battering my lips, tongue, cheeks, nose and forehead. I could smell small dribbles of his precum on my face as he leaked, and moaned softly, trying to chase him with my lips. Finally I felt him pull my head back far enough for him to drop his cock down in line with my lips, only a centimetre away. He paused there, poised to thrust home between my parted lips. "Beg me for it." he said. "Beg to suck my thick cock." I looked up, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes, and pleaded. "Please Bill. Please let me taste you. I've been waiting for this for so long." Bill paused a moment longer while his dick jumped with excitement before running his head, with excruciating slowness, all around the outline of my lips in a small circle. I opened my mouth wide and let my lips hang loose, using my tongue to push saliva from my watering mouth out to moisten them. I stole an opportunity and flicked the head of his cock, stealing a bead of precum that had formed there. I moaned softly as the taste hit me, and begged again with his meat against my lips. "Pwease." I implored. "Pwease gibve me yur dwick!" Grunting with desire, Bill granted me my wish, pushing his hips forward slowly and burying himself into my oral cavity. Placing both hands behind my head, he tugged me in, nose pressed into his stomach, tip of his pole on the edge of my throat. Unable to breathe, I convulsed softly once, twice, and then he let go, pulling back slowly, his shaft glistening with wetness from my mouth. Holding me on either side just behind the ears, Bill began to pump in and out of my mouth, slowly and gently but exercising complete range of motion and tickling my tonsils each time. My mouth totally filled with his thick member, my lips splayed out wide, stretching in order to accept his girth. I moaned like a slut while he fucked my mouth, stuffing a hand down the front of my jeans to tease my own clit. "Oh yes!" Bill exclaimed between thrusts. "That's a good little cocksucking whore!" Bill's face-fucking was deeply in contrast to Adam's style, a slow, building pace that allowed me time to play with myself properly. I loved the feeling of his exceedingly hard member gliding past my lips in and out, slowly enough for me to feel the bump of every vein. I felt my arousal grow towards orgasm as he maintained his slow and stead pace. Just as I moaned and approached climax, I felt Bill pull back and begin to once again slap his now sloppy wet cock all over my face. Hitting me harder this time, I gasped in the throes of pleasure as he hit me with his meat, begging him to do it harder and faster while I came on my fingertips. I felt my pussy flood with warm fluid as I orgasmed, and screamed in ecstasy. Rather than relieve the pressure of my horniness, the orgasm only made it worse, and as I gasped and came down, still feeling Bill's cock rubbing my face, I knew I needed more of his thick member. Pulling my hand from my pants, I suddenly removed Bill's hand from my head and stood up on shaky legs. Unbuckling my belt as I turned around, I shimmied my pants down as far as my thighs, revealing my large white bum and glistening pussy lips as I bent over the armrest of the couch. Leaving no time for second thoughts, I reached back and grabbed Bill's dick like a handle, pulling him forward and lining him up with my soaking hole. I felt his hands grasp me by the hips as he paused for an agonizingly long moment before speaking. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Oh god I need you to fuck me with that thick cock." I moaned, wiggling my bum at him. "Fuck me!" With a deep and satisfied moan that perfectly mirrored my own, Bill plunged his whole length slowly inside me. I felt every muscle in my body spasm at once in pleasure before relaxing into the rhythmic pace of Bill's thrusts. I heard his balls slap against my wetness loudly, and bit my lip to stifle my own whimpers of joy. I pressed my face into the couch to muffle my cries as I raced towards a second orgasm. Bill's girth filled me utterly, driving me wild with every pulsing thrust into me. I could tell from his ragged breathing that he was working very hard to hold back from cumming, but greedily pushed back against each of his thrusts, wanting more and more of him. Finally after a few short minutes, I gasped and bit into the cushion of my couch as I was wracked with an earth-shattering, leg-shaking climax. As I felt my juices flood all over his member, I heard Bill moan. "Oh fuck you're going to make me cum Lucia." Still dazed, I urged Bill out of my pussy, and dropped to my knees facing him, my butt pressing into the cold leather of the couch. Needing no further encouragement, he pushed himself back into my mouth, filling it with the sticky fluid from my own pussy. I moaned at the taste of my own orgasm, and bobbed my head enthusiastically in time with his thrusts. In mere moments I felt him tense every muscle, and holding my head still, he began to pump his massive load of semen into my mouth. I moaned as I felt it slather my tongue and begin to fill me up, forcing me to pre-emptively swallow, which feeling caused Bill to flinch with pleasure. Unabated, he continued cumming, filling my mouth a second time before finally slowing to a stop. Carefully, he pulled back, not wanting me to lose a drop as I he pulled out of my mouth. As I pursed my lips closed and savoured his salty taste, he rubbed his still slowly leaking cock on my face, smearing me with his cum. He softly slapped it up and down on my lips, smiling down at me. "Swallow my load, you beautiful slut." he ordered. I happily complied, exaggerating with an audible gulp and a wide grin before licking my lips. I then leaned in and cleaned off the last few drips from his dick, making him shiver with sensitivity. I planted a sticky kiss on his balls before sitting back and looking up into his eyes. "Thank you so much for being my booty call hun."