He wanted me.
When he used the hand gripping my hair to push me down to my knees between his thighs, I couldn't help but grin. I knew what he wanted. It was what most men wanted, especially after they got a good look at my overly plump lips. I usually looked like I had been stung by something or punched right in the lips.
Like I said, I knew I looked good. If it wasn't my bubble butt they were after, it was my lips. I looked like I could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Technically, I couldn't but that didn't stop me from trying. And that was something I did well. I had no doubt I'd have this guy in the palm of my hand in under a minute.
Yes, I was that damn good.
Did I mention I had no gag reflex?
I quickly lowered the man's zipper and reached in to pull his cock out. I could feel my heart skip a beat in my chest before my hand had fully pulled the man's cock free from his pants. Once I got a good look at the monstrosity I pulled out, I began to have my doubts about my abilities.
His hands weren't the only things that were huge. He was hung like a fucking horse. His cock was so thick that my hand wouldn't even fully close around it and I seriously doubted I could cover every inch of his length if I had four hands. He had to be at least ten inches long.
Okay, I might be in trouble.
The hand curled in my hair tightened. When I glanced up, the man's dark eyebrow was arched as if he were challenging me. I never, ever, let anyone dare me to do something and not follow through. I started this. I was going to finish it.
Keeping my eyes locked with tall, dark, and handsome, I carefully lowered my mouth and swallowed just the tip of the man's cock. My lips burned as they stretched around his wide girth.
Oh my fucking god!
The drops of pre-cum pooling on the head of the man's cock trickled over my tongue, bathing me in the most exotic flavors I had ever tasted in my life. I had expected tart, 'cause let's face it, most men had bitter tasting cum.
This man tasted spicy.
Hell, he tasted like the ambrosia of the gods. I could seriously get addicted to sucking this guy off on a regular basis. I might even beg for the chance. Too bad this was just a onetime deal. I never went back for seconds.
I did seriously consider it for about two seconds after tasting this guy. But I didn't need the baggage. I just wanted to get off, even if it meant getting Mr. Sexy off first. I just prayed he had really good recuperative powers. I wasn't done with him by a long shot.
I stroked my tongue over the head of his cock as I waited for my lips to stretch around him enough to swallow him. It was obvious that it was going to take a little more effort than normal for me to suck this guy off. I mentally shrugged to myself. Oh well. He had the potential to give me a really good ride. I could put a little more effort out for that.
I tried to do just that. Once my mouth had adjusted to his size, I licked a long path from the tip of his cock down to the root and then down just a bit further. I felt the man's hand tighten in my hair when I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Oh yeah, he liked that. I could tell.
I took the time to suck the other ball into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue before licking a line back up the thickly veined sides. By the time I reached the slit on the head of his cock, another pool of pre-cum had gathered and started dripping down the sides of his cock. I eagerly licked at each drop until my mouth exploded in flavor.
Another long, deep groan fell from my lips as I slowly sucked him down. I got about half way down the man's impressive erection before I had to pause and draw in a deep breath through my nose. Once I had more air in my lungs, I continued.
I'll be the first to admit that I had a bit of an ego. Anyone looking the way I did would have one. I couldn't walk into a room without having men, and women, lust after my body. But the lust that flared in the man's deep blue eyes as I swallowed him down until my nose was nestled in his pubic hair, was the biggest ego boost I had ever received.
It made me feel like I could conquer the world. I wanted more. I slowly started to bob my head, sucking in my cheeks as I moved my lips up his thick cock. I wanted to savor every last inch as he moved through my mouth.
Once I got the hang of things, I was able to move faster. The more my mouth moved up and down the man as he fucked my mouth, the easier it became to swallow him down to the root every time. I could still feel drops of luscious tasting pre-cum splattering over my tongue every time I swallowed, and god, it was fucking fantastic.
When the man's balls started to pull up tight to his body, I increased the speed of my movements, sucking him down my throat faster and faster each time, hollowing my cheeks out as I moved back up to the tip.
I knew the man was getting close and I wanted him to remember this blow job as the best one he had ever received. When his cock began to swell, my eyes widened and I gagged. The man just grinned and held my head in place with a hand to the back of my head.
I suddenly couldn't get any air into my lungs. I tried breathing through my nose but it was buried in the man's pubic hair as he shoved his cock all of the way down my throat and came with a low rumble.
Load after load of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I was able to but I could feel drops of it slide out of the edges of my mouth. I ached to swallow every drop but I just couldn't. When the pressure on the back of my head released, I lifted my head, the man's cock falling from my mouth with a loud plop, and went about licking up every drop of cum I could find.
When Mr. Sex on a stick was all cleaned up, I carefully put him back in his pants but I didn't zip him up. I was really hoping our time together wasn't over. My need had been growing while I sucked him off and if I didn't get a cock in my ass pretty soon, I was going to scream.
It wouldn't be a pretty sight.