the need
one last thing before going home
+18, no minors allowed, all age restrictions apply.
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“Hi, babe. Just working my last paper for the day, then I’ll be off home.”
“Lucy’s got an A for her spelling? That’s wonderful, honey. I’ll buy something for her on my way home.”
“You want how many packs of Kotex again?”
I sniggered at that. I was already naked and rubbing my cock - cut, to my great consternation. The choice was of course never mine, for I would have liked to have that extra bit of skin to play, me or between me and a partner, during my pleasurable moments. I watched from the bed as he continued on talking with his wife, my sister, his great uncut cock - nine working inches, thick, almost more flat than pure cylindrical, with huge lemon balls - laying half-heavy against his hips. His work pants and his dress shirt lay neatly across the seat where he put his office bag – yes he was that kind of man, to have his clothes folded neatly even just for the time of a bit of illicit blowjob. His boxers - powder blue, my favorite color on his tanned thighs - on the other hand lay haphazardly across the bed, together with my sedate black pair.
I once took a picture of those two pairs of underwear together and made them my phone screensaver for a month. There was something more intimate having the testament of two pieces of underwear laying together, perhaps in state of deliberate clutter, in one picture that said everything more clearly than any rings or declarations of love, which were overrated anyway.
I rolled my eyes as the conversation turned to virtues of winged Kotex versus regular ones. Enough was enough. I knelt down in front of his body, looked up at his brown guileless eyes and took hold of his cock. What? he mouthed. The thickness felt heavy and warm in my dainty hands. I kissed his haired mons before taking a swallow of his cock. He let out a groan.
“Sorry honey, I hit my toe on the desk.”
I smiled, and my over-ripe spit ran over my lips like spilt milk. I pursed my lips and sucked on his intact foreskin. It had a salty, pleasant aftertaste that lingered on my tongue. I loved to chase that taste, made me miss the foreskin on my own cock. He let out a hiss. By now he had closed his phone and threw it onto the bed, debate about female hygiene products long forgotten. I made a fist of the last few inches of his cock, which like a beer bottle was too thick for my mouth. Spit ran from my mouth freely, lubing his and my way.
“Put your head back,” he whispered. I loved these moments when his deep voice turned to a sliver of a whisper, as if aware of both the transgression and enormity of what we were about to do. I leant back until my head reach the bed’s edge. He widened his stance and proceeded to fuck my overstretched throat, the inches that could. He let out a huge grunt as he began punishing my oral cavity. “Fuck, your sister never, fuck.” My hand was racing up and down my own cock, hungry for its own lubrication against the rub of my hand. I looked up. He was looking out into the streets, across where his office was. I wondered what his bosses would think of their best employee having the blowjob of his life on company’s hours.
“I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming, cumming up your mouth, fucking A cumming, FUCK YEAAH!” he bellowed. I opened my mouth wide, eager to catch his semen. It always overflowed, marking his masculine virility. I made do with what I could catch, the thousand nephews and nieces that percolated deep inside my darkness. It tasted sweet, much like the man himself.
“Fuck, gee thanks for that.” He swiped a thick finger across my lips. He bent down and gave me a kiss, his tongue searching for truth inside my mouth. But I have no truth, I only have his cum. The cum that belonged to his wife, that now he had the pleasure of snowballing between our sated mouths. “I needed that.”
I smiled. “I needed that too.”
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