My Mouth Couldn’t Handle the Overflow [MM125]

Continuing from “Having Drinks with Mr. Sam” ….

Mr. Sam & I got comfortable in his room. He turned on his TV. I laid on the bed. We watched tv for a bit. Talking about the cool tv shows that each of us has watched. He lies on the bed opposite direction of me. I’m touching his leg and he is laying there looking at me. There are no words, just the background noise of the TV. I’m just touching him, caressing him and we are enjoying each other’s company. I crawled up to his lips and kissed him. We kissed for a while, but not for long. I pulled up his shirt so I could feel his skin.

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I stared deep into his eyes, smiled at him. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He watched me, helping me push down his jeans, he pulls off his thermal shirt. I run my fingers over his chest. Kissing his tummy, moving down to his semihard cock. I took his cock in my hand, stroking it gently but nothing too serious, nothing that would get him super excited. I held his cock in one hand and rubbed the head with my other hand, circular motions. I heard a few sounds of enjoyment from his lips. He laid his head back and shut his eyes. Then he would glance up at me and watch me again. Stroking more. What I  enjoyed was massaging his balls. I deliberately move my fingers over his pubic hair, his response was a turn on. He sighed and took a deep gasp, his head back with his eyes shut. When I paused he glanced at me.

I gave him that look. I took his cock into my mouth. He has a nice-looking cock. He’s cock is standard size, I like the way it looks and how it feels in my mouth. His cock isn’t too thick but thank goodness it isn’t too thin either. He’s very natural with his wild, long dark pubic hair. He watches me take all his cock into my mouth. I feel the bottom of his cock and I breathe in his scent. My hands are caressing his body, fingers moving through his pubic hair and the other hand caressing his balls. My mouth moves up & down his rod, my tongue swirls around the tip with a light force and I listen to him moan once again. Deep. Deeper. His cock hits the back of my throat. I didn’t struggle to accommodate him in nor did his cock make my eyes (this time). I was taking him in slowly, Playing with him, teasing him, watching his response with every move. There was a sexblogger, latina, sex stories, oral sex, blowjobmoment when I was sucking on him, licking his cock with my tongue. I glanced at him and he watched at me. It’s not something I regularly do when giving a lover a blowjob. It’s something that makes me feel like I am connecting with the man and that’s not always a good idea. But Mr. Sam is tender, sensitive and has demons that torment him more than mine ever do.

I saw him settle back into his pillow, his arm over his forehead. He’s breathing hard, his body is tight. My hands reach up his chest. I suck faster. I listen to him moan, this excites me on to hear him. I reposition myself to the middle of his legs. One hand on his now erect cock, kneeling I suck on him quicker. Harder. He’s moving his pelvis up & down to fuck my mouth. His movement is matching mine, I felt his hands on the sides of my head as I’m sucking him. He wanted to hold on to my head as he fucked my mouth with his hard cock. But his hands don’t stay on my head. He quickly let’s go of my head. I felt his body tighten even more as he stretches out. The deep breathing and moaning is increasing. I take his cock down to the bottom and swallow expecting that he is about to come. I watch his back arch slightly and I feel the surge of his hot creamy milk hit the back of my throat. I’m drinking and consuming his hot milk, suddenly I can no longer keep up with the volume of cream that is filling up my mouth. He tastes sharp, bitter and salty. I felt his cock softened, his body was relaxed. I let his cock slip gently from my mouth. It was still dripping a little of cum and that’s when I took the picture.

Afterwards I joked with Mr. Sam “I couldn’t keep up with the overflow. That’s never happened before.”

With a chuckle in his voice he jokes “Overflow. That’s another new nickname for you.”

Good to the last drop” is the next post about Mr. Sam

A Blowjob in the Cemetery [SS238]

It’s Halloween here in Northern Illinois. This is my holiday. Before I get dressed up in my creepy little girl costume. Before I get ready to hand out candy & before I creep out into the night. I spent the daytime with him. I had mentioned I wanted to get a few photos in the cemetery today, since it was raining. The leaves were wet on the ground, lots of puddles of rain. It was a beautiful cold rainy day for Halloween. 

I finished taking the photos, I mentioned to him that I needed to take some photos for Sinful Sunday. He said “ok.” I set up the tripod inside the car. I really wanted to use the sunroof, but due to the rain I had to keep the camera inside. (dammit). Sadly, we didn’t get to finish this blowjob, because we were interrupted by couple walking their dog.  

Blowjob in the cemetery

 

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Door Knocker [NSFW]

I swallowed my part of my tongue ring!

This fellatio adventure occurred several years ago. In the early 1990’s when I was still single, living the semi-party girl life. My friend invited me to listen to his band play at a local watering hole. Sure I thought why not, so I went. I listened to the band play, between sets my friend introduced me to his friend. A tall blonde haired clean-cut guy, named Steve. I was in a pretty good mood, buzzed mood was more like it. We talked. About what? I don’t remember. What I do remember is that I didn’t want the night to end.

I really wasn’t into relationships back then. I didn’t want to get tied down. For reasons that I won’t go into now. I know that feeling when a guy is attracted to me. It was flattering at first, annoying later on.

We ended up meeting up with some of his friends at another bar. I was bored by then, time to head home. Did someone say head?

He walked me to my car. What a gentleman, huh?! Sure, that’s when the kissing started. Oh kissing leads to other things, doesn’t it?! Yes it does. He asked if we could go to my place. Oh No! That was against my rules, no guys at my place. They are too difficult to get rid of sometimes. I know he wanted sex, but back then I was going through a phrase, where I wasn’t into having sex with guys I just met, like I did back in the 80’s. I figured I could blow & bail.

We sat in his car, making out. Time to make my move. I was starting to get tired. Unzipped his pants, pulled out his rock hard cock. I did what I do best. He whimpered, moaned and at one point I thought he started to cry. To this day I have never heard a man make that kind of noise. My “door knocker” was rolling over his shaft, maybe it was too painful for him. He never said “stop.” Maybe the pleasure of the blowjob exceeded the pain of the door knocker. I will never know nor at this point do I care.

What seemed like only seconds, he exploded into my mouth, down my throat. I didn’t notice anything different then. I just remember saying something like “it was nice meeting you.” I got out of his car and walked quickly to mine. Safe at home. While brushing my teeth, I noticed part of the door knocker was missing. Whaaaaa?! At some point during my performance, I swallowed the circular part of my tongue ring! Ugh!

Things that make me say “hmmmm” with a puzzled look on my face.

He did attempt to re-connect through our mutual friend. I just never felt a want or need for him. We never saw each other again.

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