This older guy I see a few times a week came over today. Sometimes he wants to hop right into bed; other times, it’s just a blowjob. Today, it was the latter.

He texted when he pulled up, and I met him at the door as he walked up. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Without a word or stepping any further into the house, I dropped to my knees.

He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped. He let them fall to his knees and stepped closer.

I leaned in, no hands, and took the head of his cock into my mouth. God, I live for this—the moment he’s soft, and I feel him swell and thicken on my tongue, getting hard just from my mouth.

I put my hands on his thighs, rocking my head back and forth, sliding him in deeper. He grew fast—length, girth—stretching my lips, filling my mouth.

He started thrusting gently, then firmer. One hand gripped my head. "Stick your tongue out," he said. I obeyed, and with one deep push, the head of his cock slid straight into my throat.

Breathing was difficult, to say the least. I held out as long as I could, but eventually had to press on his thigh, tapping out for air. I gasped, barely caught a breath before he shoved himself back in, throat-deep again. Rough. Rougher than ever. My eye makeup, fucked!

He fucked my face for ten straight minutes. Deep, punishing strokes. I didn’t know if I was terrified or insanely turned on. Maybe both.

I could tell he was close—his grip tightened, and he yanked me forward. He thrust hard, arms locking around my head, pinning me there.

Then I felt it—his cock pulsing, dumping his load straight into my throat. No warning. First time anyone’s ever done that to me.

I held still, kept it together until he finished. He let go, slowly pulled out. I swallowed—didn’t taste a drop. Just swallowed it all.

That was fucking hot, I thought.

He caught his breath, and said it out loud:
“THAT WAS FUCKING HOT!”

I guess we’re on the same page.