It’s 9am and I’m coming up on a ten day load here. I need relief. NOW.
But not just anybody. I need a swallower, someone who’d appreciate what I had to give as much as I would. For the past few days I’d carefully polled people who might be 1) available during the day 2) STD free and 3) swallowers.
I found a guy who had just dropped his daughter off at school. He’s up for some mutual oral fun. But I’m not sure if he’s a swallower. Prob not. But desparate times… While I arrange things with him I message a confirmed swallower from a couple of days ago. Yeah, he’s free right now. I make up some excuse for the other one and drive over to the apartment.
It’s a pretty swanky place I’m at. I get out of the elevator and the door’s right in front of me. Butterflies in my stomach. I message him and right away the door opens.
This guy’s a little big, but I don’t care. It’s his mouth I need, and he seems experienced. His apartment is spotless, leather couches, white carpets.
“Sorry about the mess,” He apologizes, “Just got out of the shower. Where would you like to do this?”
“The bedroom?” We go up a flight of stairs. That’s right, a fucking flight of stairs INSIDE the apartment.
We get inside and I just stand there like an idiot. He unbuttons my pants for me. I shed my briefs and collapse on his manly gray puffy comforter, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. God I could sleep here right now. I tell him to go easy, it’s been 10 days.
He is good. He effortlessly slings my legs over his shoulders and I gasp as he mouths my 7″ dick. He uses his tongue all over the thing. I can close my eyes and feel just like a dripping wet pussy is fucking me.
He stops and licks my asshole. OMG he’s licking my ass. I don’t care, I just showered too. It feels great.
But my dick demands attention and I tell him, he dutifully gets back to work. I’m shaking now. He makes it last a long time. “When you want to cum, just cum,” he tells me.
I lightly grab his head, (am I allowed to do this?) and start to hump his face from below. “Oh my god, that’s good,” I moan.
The pressure builds. I let him do the work and just enjoy it. Suddenly I’m not breathing. Next minute I’m screaming like a filthy bitch as I pump him full of ten fucking days worth of man syrup.
He licks his lips and I lay there. I can’t move. He tells me I can rest there on his bed as long as I want. I’m breathless. He gets on the bed, still clothed, and hugs me from behind. I like it.
Eventually I’m able to talk again. He’s chatty too, he tells me he’s in an open marriage. He’s new in town, but moved here for his husband’s work, since he can work from anywhere. Total context switch. We’re in the same field. We move to his office and we show off each others web sites and exchange business tips while I think about how I just fed him lunch with my sperm.
We connect on LinkedIn.