4 comments/ 19389 views/ 3 favorites George's Oral Fantasy By: lolacorolla2004 His fingers gripped the arms of his chair tightly. He couldn't hear the activity of the people outside his door. He couldn't see the sunshine pouring in through his office window. All his attention was focused on the full figured, young blonde kneeling on the floor in front of him. Her small hand had released his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the base, her sweet red lips were positioned just above the head of his rock hard cock. The tip of her wet, pink tongue poking through her parted lips. She tilted her face down towards the head, parting her lips more, preparing to devour him. He closed his eyes anticipating... "Hey George, see the game last night?" His eyes popped open when he heard his name and he was forced out of his fantasy. He blinked his eyes several times then grinned sheepishly at his co-worker. "Caught me napping, huh Jake?" he said by way of explanation as he inconspicuously slid his chair further under his desk trying to hide his raging hard on. Jake laughed heartily. "Hey man," he said, "better me than that bitch, Sarah. She would have reported you to the boss!" "That bitch Sarah" was the attractive, auburn haired woman whose office was just down the hall from George's and across from Jake's. Ever since the Christmas party when Jake tried his "never fail" moves on her and subsequently failed, she went from goddess status to bitch overnight. Not that George blamed Jake for hitting on her. She was about 5' 2" tall without her "hooker heels" (Jake's expression). She had that extra padding on her tush that made you dream of squeezing and biting those voluptuous cheeks and oh my god, her breasts. Not too large (Jake, the self-proclaimed boob expert said she was a 36C), but perky and firm. He thought himself a lucky man that he had the opportunity of seeing her walk past his office every morning on the way to hers. Even luckier that she would poke her head into his office and say "Good Morning George." her mouth, with those full, pouty lips forming perfect little O's. "Hey now, Jake," George stated with a reprimanding tone. "She's going through a rough time right now with the separation and all. Take it easy on her." Jake lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Yeah, yeah. Rumor has it she doesn't like cock. Imagine a hot lookin' woman like her and she doesn't like cock," shaking his head as he turned to leave. "What's the world coming to, huh George?" and left the office as quickly as he had entered. Left alone now, George's mind went back to his fantasy. He was a 51-year-old man, slightly graying but in pretty good shape. He'd been married 26 of those years to his college sweetheart. Now, Mavis was a good woman, a loving and caring wife but sex had become boring to George. Oh she wanted it often enough but it was always the same old. The one thing he most desired was the one thing Mavis most opposed - a blowjob. He sat there wondering how many other men his age had never received oral sex. It was no longer just a desire it was a quest. He didn't just WANT a blowjob he craved it, fantasizing about it all the time. It had become an obsession intruding into every waking moment of his life. Hell, it even crept into his dreams. He leaned back in his leather chair and remembered with embarrassment the time he fantasized about the choral singer at his church. The way her lips had formed an "o" when she sang "Glory Be the Lord." He imagined standing on the level behind her and tapping her on the shoulder. When she turned around to face him her mouth was in perfect position for him to insert his cock into it on the next "glory." He was glad he had brought an overcoat that day. He picked up his car keys from his desk and looked around to make sure everything was in order before he left the office. He was particular about things like that. He reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out the plain brown paper wrapped package he had placed there after returning from lunch. A discreet visit to the video store and he was now the proud owner of a copy of "Breeze Blows Through Chicago" detailing the sexual escapades of 20 year old Breeze Miles, a college student whose major appeared to be "Blowjobs 101." How he wished there was a Breeze in his office. He walked down the hall to the elevator calling out a good night to Lisa, the cute receptionist with the lavender painted lips. He got on the elevator and pushed the button for the lower level. As he entered the underground parking garage he came upon Sarah standing over the open hood of her car, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. She was leaning over looking under the hood, her short, black, skirt stretched tightly over her round, firm, bottom. "Need some help?" he asked as he walked up to her. He couldn't help but notice how her sobbing made her breasts rise and fall under the tight-fitting, low-cut red sweater. "Fucking CAR" was all she said as she slammed the hood down. George couldn't help but chuckle at her use of profanity. "Well," he started in his most comforting tone, trying desperately to hide his amusement, "I don't know much about cars, but I could give you a ride home if you like." His offer was rewarded with the prettiest smile he had ever seen. "Thanks, George. You're the best." and she followed him to where his navy blue, Lexus sedan was parked. After getting directions, George headed towards Sarah's condo. "So Sarah, how ARE you doing? Mavis and I were sure sorry to hear about you and Cliff." He glanced over at her but she made no response to his comment. "Sometimes things just go wrong in a marriage and there is no one to blame, it just happens." This time she laughed almost gruffly. "I know what everyone is saying, George," she said with just a trace of anger and disgust, "about me being frigid. But let me assure you it isn't true. It was Cliff who failed in the marital bed, not me." In the 20 minutes it took to arrive at Sarah's home, she shared with George the most intimate details of her marriage. Beginning with her wedding night when Cliff rebuffed her attempts to go down on him, preferring instead to eat her pussy till she came, mounting her and fucking her till HE came, then rolling over and falling asleep in minutes. From that moment on her and Cliff's sex life was mainly his performing oral on her and penetration in missionary position, WHEN they had sex. "Just one time couldn't he have let ME go down on HIM?" she wondered out loud. George's face flushed with excitement as he thought he would have let her go down on him EVERY time. As he pulled into her driveway, Sarah let out a deep sigh. "Thanks George, for listening. Sorry if I embarrassed you," she said, having noticed the redness creeping into his cheeks and mistaking it for embarassment, "but I just wanted you to know the truth. You've always been so nice to me I didn't want you to think it was me that caused the break-up of my marriage." George had no idea what to say so he chose instead to pat Sarah's knee in consolation, feeling slightly guilty that he was using her vulnerability as an avenue to feel her soft skin. She placed her hand over his and gently squeezed his fingers. When he didn't pull his hand away, she raised it to her mouth and licked the tip of his index finger. "You're quite an attractive man, George. Have I ever told you that before?" she cooed softly just before slowly sucking his finger into her mouth. George was utterly speechless. Apparently he had not been the only one aroused by Sarah's detailed description of her and Cliff's sex life. He thought about Sarah's sweet mouth, so warm and moist; he thought about the video on the back seat and his cock responded to both thoughts. "Oh my, George," she cooed as she became aware of the bulge in his pants. "Is that for MEEEEE?" He could do nothing but nod his head in agreement as Sarah continued to suck his finger into her mouth. Slowly she reached out with her other hand and began to stroke his cock through his pants. Her hand moved up and down his hard member, occasionally stopping to squeeze it. George thought he was going to die and when she released his finger from her mouth and with both hands began to undo his pants he began to wonder how Mavis would react when the police informed her that her husband passed away just before he got his cock sucked. "Time to let that bad boy out," Sarah spoke in a deep lusty voice. George turned slightly in the seat to allow her better access and waited with bated breath. She undid the button first then slowly began to unzip with her right hand as the fingertips on her left hand trailed down his cock following the path of the zipper. She was surprised to see he wasn't wearing any underwear. George was always prepared. Just in case a blowjob came his way he wanted to make sure NOTHING impeded its progress. His cock didn't require much help escaping the confines of his dress slacks. It had been standing at attention for a while now, pressing against the zipper waiting for its release. Once the barrier was taken away it leapt forward into her face and she lowered here mouth to greet it with a light kiss on the head. Her tongue poked out between her soft, painted, red lips and pressed against his slit, licking at the pre-cum that had already escaped. George gasped as she began her assault on his cock. She started licking at the base, long, hot, wet licks from top to bottom. He lay back a little and slid his ass forward to give her access to his balls, which she gladly licked and sucked. Gently taking one then the other into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue, bathing it in her saliva. He moaned loudly and this seemed to excite her even more. She licked up from the base and when she reached the tip she slowly sucked in just the head, her right hand tightly gripping the base of his throbbing cock. Yes, George was positive now that he had died and gone to heaven and Sarah was the cock-sucking angel assigned to him to make his stay most pleasurable. He looked down so he could watch all 8 inches of this thick, throbbing cock slide in and out of her hot, wet mouth. She took it all deep into her mouth, her throat. Her lips pressing against him left smeared, red lipstick rings. He couldn't believe how excited it made him to know she had left her mark on him. He raised his hips towards her and began to fuck her pretty little face as his hands pressed down on the back of her head. He didn't want it to end but he didn't think he could hold back any longer. "Can I feed my little cock slut now?" he murmured and Sarah just nodded her head in consent as she sucked harder, faster, her cheeks imploding from the exertion. Streams of hot, sticky cum shot into her waiting mouth. She swallowed and slurped like a hungry animal. George was sure he had never cum so hard before in his life. He witnessed the dribbles of cum leaking out the corners of her mouth just before he fell back against the door of his car, completely spent. He could hear the mmmmmmmmm's escaping her throat as she licked up the dribbles. He closed his eyes. The elevator finally started to move again after its long stall and when the doors opened in the parking garage, there was Sarah, leaning over the open hood of her car, cursing like a sailor. George just smiled. George's Oral Fantasy Ch. 02 As he entered the underground parking garage he came upon Sarah standing over the open hood of her car, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. She was leaning over looking under the hood, her short, black, skirt stretched tightly over her round, firm, bottom. "Need some help?" he asked as he walked up to her. He couldn't help but notice how her sobbing made her breasts rise and fall under the tight-fitting, low-cut red sweater. "Fucking CAR" was all she said as she slammed the hood down. George couldn't help but chuckle at her use of profanity. "Well," he started in his most comforting tone, trying desperately to hide his amusement, "I don't know much about cars, but I could give you a ride home if you like." His offer was rewarded with the prettiest smile he had ever seen. "Thanks, George. You're the best," and she followed him to where his navy blue, Lexus sedan was parked. After getting directions, George headed towards Sarah's condo. "So Sarah, how ARE you doing? Mavis and I were sure sorry to hear about you and Cliff." But what followed was reality, not fantasy. She said she was fine and thanked Mavis and him for their concern. No sexy details of the "marital bed", no expressing her desire to perform oral, just friendly, small talk between co-workers. And when he pulled into her driveway she thanked him again as she exited the car but no blowjob. George sighed deeply as he started backing out of the drive. He was really in no hurry to get home since Mavis had left that afternoon to visit her sister, but when he shoulder-checked he saw the plain, brown paper wrapped parcel on the back seat and thought a "date" with Breeze was better than nothing. He started thinking about the video and pressed on the accelerator a little harder. It was just becoming dusk and as he turned into his own driveway he say light glowing from the bedroom window. Mavis was the kind of women concerned with "energy-saving" and walked around the house turning down thermostats and turning off lights. He was surprised she had left the house without checking. "She must be getting old," he chuckled to himself as he entered the side entrance to their house making a mental note NOT to tell Mavis that. In truth, she looked much younger than her fifty years. Regular trips to the hairdresser kept the gray from creeping into her short, curly, auburn hair. A nightly regimen of cleansing and moisturizing kept the wrinkles mostly at bay and her skin soft and supple. She carried a few extra pounds (in truth it was more like 30) and joked about it being baby weight even though their youngest was 23. But George didn't mind. She had amazing breasts, 38C with long, sensitive, pinkish nipples that she loved having sucked and licked and the occasional light bite that would make her moan loudly with pleasure. He loved to squeeze her ass when they hugged, his fingers sinking into the soft, flesh of her meaty rear cheeks. "Bones are for dogs, meat is for men," he would tell her whenever she worried about her "big butt". He loved going down on her and how she would squeeze his head with her warm, fleshy thighs as he brought her to orgasm with his lips and tongue. He really shouldn't be complaining about their sex life, but if only she would return the oral favor he would be the happiest man on earth. As he entered the house he saw Mavis' purse on the kitchen table and his concern for her pushed his lustful thoughts from his mind and he ran about the house calling her name. "Upstairs," he heard her voice coming from their bedroom and George rushed to the stairway wondering what had stopped her from taking the long-awaited trip to her sister's. He expected to find her sick in bed but when he reached the doorway he stopped cold in his tracks. "Who are YOU?" he exclaimed in a hoarse, lusty voice as his eyes took in the vixen lying on the bed. Mavis had chosen carefully what she was going to wear that night. Her legs were encased in sheer black stockings that did not require a garter. The lacey baby doll top was low cut, exposing the tops of her creamy white breasts and matched the low-rise black lace panties visible through the sheerness of the top. She was lying on her side, facing the door, her head resting on one hand, the other stroking her legs, from her bent knees all the way up her thighs to the center of her womanhood. George just stood there, totally mesmerized by this women who only slightly resembled his wife. She raised herself off the bed and walked towards him slowly. "What about your sister?" he started to say but she placed a finger over his mouth to silence him before replacing it with her ruby red painted lips. The kiss was long and over flowing with lust and passion. George was totally lost in this wonder that was his wife. He couldn't keep his hands still as they explored every curve, every valley as if he had never touched her before. He reached down between her legs and was rewarded by a low soft moan and very damp fingers. She stepped back from him and slowly began to undress him. She loosened the knot on his tie and slipped it off his neck and around her own. "We may want to use this later," she whispered behind a very mischievous smile. She unbuttoned his shirt and with each button came a kiss; on his neck, his collar bone, his chest, his nipples and all the way down his stomach. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms till it lay on the floor behind him. She unbuckled his belt then the top button on his pants. Her wet pink tongue ran back and forth over her lips as she slowly slid down the zipper releasing his manhood from its confines. If he thought he knew what was coming next, Mavis was about to give him the surprise of his life. You don't stay married to a man for 26 years and not know his deepest wants and desires. Tonight was the night George was going to have the thrill of a lifetime. Mavis had been planning this scene for several weeks now. If it was going to be George and her "first time", she was going to make sure it was memorable. She googled "how to give a great blow job" and was amazed at how much instructional information there was on the internet. She read for hours. If she was going to be a cocksucker, then God dammit she was going to be a well-informed one. She looked into George's eyes and as he looked deep into hers he thought he saw a lust and desire Mavis had never exhibited before. She kissed his lips, long and lingering, her lace covered breasts pressing against his naked chest. She sucked an earlobe into her mouth and traced it with her tongue. She nuzzled his neck and kissed him softly all the while stroking his already rock hard cock. She kissed his pebble-like nipples and massaged them with her lips. She kissed down his chest and stomach slowly kneeling in the process. George closed his eyes tightly then opened them again. Was this really happening? And as she kissed the head of his throbbing member then wrapped her tongue around it licking up the drips of pre-cum, he realized it was. He let out a moan; or was it a groan; a grunt? "Maybe you better sit down," Mavis said in a deep, husky voice he barely recognized. He fell back into the armchair as she continued her assault on his cock. She licked down his shaft, bathing it in saliva with her tongue. She stopped at the base and began to suck in his balls, one at a time while her hand moved up and down his slippery, wet cock. George's hands clutched the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. As Mavis continued to lick his shaft she looked up into George's eyes and saw the pleasure she was creating. "It's all worth it," she thought as she parted her lips enough to suck in the head and then licked the sensitive spot just underneath the ridge. "Oh fuckkk Mavis, ohhhhhh fuckkkkk!" His words spurred her on and she began to slide her mouth up and down his steel-like shaft, moaning softly, the mmmmmmmm's escaping between her lips and his cock seemed never ending. "I'm enjoying this!" she thought to herself with surprise and began to suck him even harder. She grazed his tummy with her fingertips and felt as much as heard him catch his breath. Saliva dripped from her mouth and she used her other hand to spread it up and down his shaft. If he were to die right now, George knew he'd die a happy man. She slid her mouth off his cock making a slight popping noise then pressed her rigid tongue into his slit. George couldn't speak, couldn't express to this woman how incredible this was, she was; he just stroked her hair, her face, applying little pressure, not wanting her to think he was trying to force her into doing something she didn't want to. As he watched his full length disappear into her hot, wet mouth then re-appear again; as he felt it being sucked deep into her mouth, her throat, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He tried to release his cock from her mouth, telling her he was going to cum but she wouldn't let go, moaning louder and louder, squeezing his balls gently. George raised his hips up and when the hot cum shot into her mouth Mavis almost pulled away, but she didn't. She swallowed spurt after spurt, sucking, slurping and licking till she had milked him dry. She released his spent cock just as he fell back against the chair. She stayed kneeling between his legs and rested her head on his stomach as he stroked her hair and mumbled how wonderful she was, how good she was, how GREAT she was. Mavis smiled and after a few minutes she stood up and, removing George's tie from around her neck she looped it around his. Pulling on it gently she looked into his eyes and in her most seductive tone said, "We're not done yet," and led him to the bed. George never stopped smiling for the next two weeks.