Another fantasy about this woman... she is so nice... I would LOVE a blowjob from this woman. I wonder what she'd say if she knew who was writing this? I hope she'd realize just how much I desire her! Either way... what is up Gorete? Where are you? Lets get together soon! Your mouth and my cock or your beautiful round ass and my face! Lets do it!
Gorete was insistent was insistent the moment she
walked in the door.
"Come on, drop those drawers..." she commanded. You know it used to be I couldn't get the time of day or a simple text message from this woman. I wouldn't hear from her for days, weeks or even months at a time. I had just about given up entirely until one day, everything suddenly changed. Nowadays, I was starting to feel like a rung out rag! I never dreamed something like this could ever happen to me. In fact, I never thought I'd end up being so annoyed, in fact even a little bothered by the fact I was fast becoming what could best be described as a "toy" or a "play thing" or (dare I say) an "object" for one very simple thing: a woman's oral fixation!
She quickly moved into the room and grabbed me by the belt buckle. Then she pulled me toward the couch, used both hands and pushed me back onto it. Getting on her knees she cozied up between my legs without saying a word. I almost missed what she was wearing (a light blue short-sleeved blouse, Levi shorts and flip-flops) because I was getting
excited, anticipating what was about to happen in the next few minutes. I know it sounded like I was actually complaining earlier but the fact is, this is still by far one of my most favorite things ever in the whole world. The fact I managed to hook up with a oral nymphomaniac is almost too good to be true! Life is good! How could it possibly be any better than that? Having your dick drained a few times each week? A woman who wants to suck your cock and swallow your cum as often as you can make time? Yeah! Sign me up no questions asked!
"I hate to rush you through this but you understand, right?" Gorete said as she quickly undid my belt, then yanking my shorts and underwear down past my knees... "We don't much time but... oh! Looky here! Mr. Happy is ready!" My cock was already getting hard and awaiting attention. She then planted her face right into my crotch. This wasn't the first time she started things off this way. She rubbed my cock and balls with her face; inhaling the aroma of my junk (I just got out of the shower so I was all clean... everywhere!); she brushed her lips and nose through my pubic hair while pushing my legs apart. Then she lick my erection, drawing her tongue all the way up the underside of my dick. When her mouth got all the way to the top, she inhaled the whole thing, burying it deep into the back of her throat. Her fingers cradled my sack, massaging it with squeezes and pinches. She even stuck a finger tip up my ass just to top things off!
"Don't hold out on me... you got it? You know the deal... I ... want... your... cum... NOW!" She growled as she briefly pulled my cock out of her mouth (and she continued stroking me off while she was telling me this!) and looked me in the eye. And then just as fast, stuck my rod back into her mouth. Then her head started bobbing up and down like crazy... glick, glick, glick... (the sound could easily be heard as she pumped with determination); my cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. God it felt great! I didn't care if this was the second time this week and I especially didn't care if I didn't shoot a big load. My groin flushed with pleasure... it felt warm and full... suddenly I got goose bumps from my knees up to my nipples... it was delightful, a sensory overload... her head was a blur of motion, like a fine-tuned piston, hammering my dick continuously until I couldn't hold out any longer (not that I could even if I really tried...); she pumped and pumped and then SPLURT! I came!
As often as she came by, as often as we did this, you'd think I might get used to it, or think maybe it was not a big deal or that a routine thing (it turned out to be just that but I'm not complaining!) would result with a drop off of pleasure or excitement or anticipation, expectation or even fulfillment? No! When she made me cum it was just as glorious. Even though an orgasm is a fleeting experience (never lasting more than ten or fifteen seconds... for me anyway...); everything else... the foreplay, the build up, the anticipation and of course the ejaculation... all comes together (pardon the "oral" pun) making this sexual act the most pleasurably intense physical experience a man can enjoy!
The funny part was I don't actually know if Gorete was motivated by a need for cum, the act of fellatio and the empowerment it gives women in general, or something else unknown to me. It was hard to say but who knows? Anyway, in the heat of that moment (when I shot my load...) the fact is it didn't really matter. She swallowed my semen in her typically greedy fashion, not spilling a single drop. Then she slowed down a little (perhaps remembering how intense it actually was for me...) and milked my shaft to make sure she got it all. Then she licked me clean, swirling her tongue around the glans several times for good measure.
Looking up at me with those dreamy green eyes, I saw that same expression she always had after draining my sack. She was satisfied!
"God... that was... good... real good... oh, yeah!" Gorete's eyes narrowed again and she relaxed. "Thank you!" She quickly stood up, (I was still sitting there with my boner hanging out...) she then brushed her fingers through her long brown hair and licked her moist lips.
"Gotta go... bye!" And just liked that she was out the door and gone. I slowly pulled my pants back on and sighed.
As quick as the fun had began, it was over. I rarely lasted more than a few minutes. No problem! I simply brushed it all aside, clearing my head of any sense of having been "used" and relished the after glow of a sweet climax. In fact, I was already looking forward to next time. It was a tough deal but someone has to do it... why not me?
"Come on, drop those drawers..." she commanded. You know it used to be I couldn't get the time of day or a simple text message from this woman. I wouldn't hear from her for days, weeks or even months at a time. I had just about given up entirely until one day, everything suddenly changed. Nowadays, I was starting to feel like a rung out rag! I never dreamed something like this could ever happen to me. In fact, I never thought I'd end up being so annoyed, in fact even a little bothered by the fact I was fast becoming what could best be described as a "toy" or a "play thing" or (dare I say) an "object" for one very simple thing: a woman's oral fixation!
She quickly moved into the room and grabbed me by the belt buckle. Then she pulled me toward the couch, used both hands and pushed me back onto it. Getting on her knees she cozied up between my legs without saying a word. I almost missed what she was wearing (a light blue short-sleeved blouse, Levi shorts and flip-flops) because I was getting
excited, anticipating what was about to happen in the next few minutes. I know it sounded like I was actually complaining earlier but the fact is, this is still by far one of my most favorite things ever in the whole world. The fact I managed to hook up with a oral nymphomaniac is almost too good to be true! Life is good! How could it possibly be any better than that? Having your dick drained a few times each week? A woman who wants to suck your cock and swallow your cum as often as you can make time? Yeah! Sign me up no questions asked!
"I hate to rush you through this but you understand, right?" Gorete said as she quickly undid my belt, then yanking my shorts and underwear down past my knees... "We don't much time but... oh! Looky here! Mr. Happy is ready!" My cock was already getting hard and awaiting attention. She then planted her face right into my crotch. This wasn't the first time she started things off this way. She rubbed my cock and balls with her face; inhaling the aroma of my junk (I just got out of the shower so I was all clean... everywhere!); she brushed her lips and nose through my pubic hair while pushing my legs apart. Then she lick my erection, drawing her tongue all the way up the underside of my dick. When her mouth got all the way to the top, she inhaled the whole thing, burying it deep into the back of her throat. Her fingers cradled my sack, massaging it with squeezes and pinches. She even stuck a finger tip up my ass just to top things off!
"Don't hold out on me... you got it? You know the deal... I ... want... your... cum... NOW!" She growled as she briefly pulled my cock out of her mouth (and she continued stroking me off while she was telling me this!) and looked me in the eye. And then just as fast, stuck my rod back into her mouth. Then her head started bobbing up and down like crazy... glick, glick, glick... (the sound could easily be heard as she pumped with determination); my cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. God it felt great! I didn't care if this was the second time this week and I especially didn't care if I didn't shoot a big load. My groin flushed with pleasure... it felt warm and full... suddenly I got goose bumps from my knees up to my nipples... it was delightful, a sensory overload... her head was a blur of motion, like a fine-tuned piston, hammering my dick continuously until I couldn't hold out any longer (not that I could even if I really tried...); she pumped and pumped and then SPLURT! I came!
As often as she came by, as often as we did this, you'd think I might get used to it, or think maybe it was not a big deal or that a routine thing (it turned out to be just that but I'm not complaining!) would result with a drop off of pleasure or excitement or anticipation, expectation or even fulfillment? No! When she made me cum it was just as glorious. Even though an orgasm is a fleeting experience (never lasting more than ten or fifteen seconds... for me anyway...); everything else... the foreplay, the build up, the anticipation and of course the ejaculation... all comes together (pardon the "oral" pun) making this sexual act the most pleasurably intense physical experience a man can enjoy!
The funny part was I don't actually know if Gorete was motivated by a need for cum, the act of fellatio and the empowerment it gives women in general, or something else unknown to me. It was hard to say but who knows? Anyway, in the heat of that moment (when I shot my load...) the fact is it didn't really matter. She swallowed my semen in her typically greedy fashion, not spilling a single drop. Then she slowed down a little (perhaps remembering how intense it actually was for me...) and milked my shaft to make sure she got it all. Then she licked me clean, swirling her tongue around the glans several times for good measure.
Looking up at me with those dreamy green eyes, I saw that same expression she always had after draining my sack. She was satisfied!
"God... that was... good... real good... oh, yeah!" Gorete's eyes narrowed again and she relaxed. "Thank you!" She quickly stood up, (I was still sitting there with my boner hanging out...) she then brushed her fingers through her long brown hair and licked her moist lips.
"Gotta go... bye!" And just liked that she was out the door and gone. I slowly pulled my pants back on and sighed.
As quick as the fun had began, it was over. I rarely lasted more than a few minutes. No problem! I simply brushed it all aside, clearing my head of any sense of having been "used" and relished the after glow of a sweet climax. In fact, I was already looking forward to next time. It was a tough deal but someone has to do it... why not me?
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