“I’m right outside, where should I come?”
“In my mouth.”
“Don’t worry, as long as you give me a really good blowjob, I’ll feed you a fucking mouthful.”
Yep, this horny, married New Yorker was desperately in need of some no strings cock sucking and aching to empty his huge balls of his hot dad load.
And that’s exactly what he did on this rare Sunday afternoon when he managed to steal away a few hours of me time and stopped by for some long overdue service.
Having dodged the door security and made it safely up to the room, I dropped to my knees unzipped is jean, and made love to his manhood. It didn’t take him long to buckle under the pleasure, as after only a few minutes, I could feel his cock enlarge as he started to thrust faster and deeper, groaning in his deep New York drawl.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it, take my load, fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum in your mouth” he proclaimed, matter-of-factly, before unleashing a flood of fuck fluid, shouting “yeah, yeah, swallow-swallow, swallow my ball juice” as he held my head over his pulsating shaft, shooing his seed. “Oh yeahhhhh” he continued as cum catapulted out of his chamber. “Fuck yeah, that feels so good” he grunted, as I milked his meat of the last few drops of his load.
After I’d swallowed his huge load, he pulled out and let out a huge sigh. I looked up and asked “feel better?” to which he said “oh yeah, I really needed to blow.” “Happy I could help” I replied. “Oh I’m not done yet” he grinned, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants as he sat on the couch, pulled down his boxers, and kicked back, legs spread, before adding “I still got plenty. Get over here and lick my balls!”
I did as I was told, only to be encourage to “lick daddy’s balls” as I gingerly stroked his nuts, his cock starting to harden with every lick of my tongue. “Yeah, that’s it, l’m gonna empty my balls in your mouth” he’d cry, as my tongue trailed down under his tightening sack.
With one hand gently tracing across his now hard cock and the other caressing his balls, I started lapping up his smooth spheres, starting a little lower each time. “Yeah, oh yeah, that’s it” he’d sigh, each time I tongue went a little further towards his sweet spot. “You like that?” I asked teasingly, sliding my tongue just into the opening of his crack. “Fuck yeah” he gasped, “don’t stop” as I slid my tongue deeper, spreading his cheeks and looking up. “Yeah?” I asked, which was met by a nodding and reciprocal “yeah” which was the only thing he needed to say. Oh fuck, oh fuck, keep going” he instructed, the tip of my tongue tantalisingly close to his outer rim. Oh fuck, jeez, oh-oh, oh god yeah, keep going, don’t stop, keep going” he cried, before letting out an almighty “fuuucccckkk, yeah, yeah! as I finally traced my tongue around his rim before darting it into his twitching hole. “yeah that’s it, lick Daddy’s hole, fuck-fuck, yeah, yeah, fucking lick it! he gasped as I gave him the ultimate pleasure.
Obviously, like most married men, he’d gone without this treat for far too long, so I was determined to make it last and let him enjoy it for as long as e could handle it. Unfortunately, like most married men, it wasn’t nearly long enough, as the intensity was too much for him, as all of a sudden, he cried “oh yeah that feels so good, you’re gonna make me cum, yeah I need to blow, in your mouth-in your mouth, I wanna cum in your mouth … suck my cock, take it in your mouth, Daddy’s gonna cum” as I wrapped my lips around his throbbing pole.
“Ah yeah, that’s it, I’m gonna cum, here it comes, Daddy’s gonna cum in you mouth, fuck yeah, take it-take it, take it in your mouth” he managed, before grabbing the back of my neck and shouting “aaaahhhhhh … aaaaaahhhhhhhh … aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” as he unleashed a torrent of hot juice straight down my throat, holding on tight and ordering me to “swallow Daddy’s load!” which I dutifully did . . , all nine spurts of it. Saltier than his first load, there was still plenty of it, only this time, he was quivering as he discharged his dew. “Mmmm” I mouthed, as I pulled off his cock. “How are those balls?” I enquired. “Lighter” he grinned, settling back into the couch.
When he’d recovered, I started stroking his balls and working his shaft until he was stiff. “Just suck me off until I empty my balls” he ordered, so I went down on him a third time, slow and soft, alternating between sucking on his head and gliding down his glistening shaft. By this time, he’d taken off his boots and jeans, making it easier for me to work my magic on his hole as I stroked his balls with one hand and his cock with another. “Fuck yeah, that’s good … keep doing that, but let me cum in your mouth, okay?” he instructed, as I tongue fucked his hole.
Having already blown two fat wads, he was able to relax and enjoy the service for longer this time. He loved when I sucked his balls and then licked back up and darted my tongue into his hole. When I felt he was getting close, I turned around, rested my head on the edge of the couch (with his legs either side of me) and offered him my mouth to finish in. “Yeah, you want Daddy to fuck your mouth? he asked rhetorically. “Open wide, Daddy’s gonna use your mouth” he growled, before mounting my face thrusting his fat cock deep and pumping back and forth into my mouth. Took him all of thirty seconds to relive himself of his final load, probably helped by the fact that I was stroking his balls, pulling him closer into my mouth, and right as he was about to blow, slid a finger into his hole.
“Yeah, Daddy’s gonna unload in your mouth, you want Daddy’s load, cuz you’re gonna get it right now!” he cried. That was my cue to open wide, take him deep, and prepare to swallow. “Oh yeah, take Daddy’s load” he moaned, as he blasted his batter deep, his treacle trickling across my tongue as it slid down my throat. As I gulped it down, he sighed “ah yeah, there you go, drink my fucking ball juice”, as he fired off more rounds, finally emptying his chamber.
When he was done, he dismounted and flopped down on the couch. “Satisfied?” I asked. “Oh yeah I’m totally wiped” he panted, head thrown back and basking in the moment.
Turns out it was his 25th wedding anniversary and he was supposed to be shopping for a present. Told me I’d already given him the best present he’s ever had. Also turned you he would be back the following month for work and wanted to stop by. I told him he could come any time he wanted. “Yeah, right in your mouth” he grinned, as he got up to go to the bathroom and clean up.
And that’s a story for another day.