“I like sucking cock too but then he likes to fuck a pretty mouth….” That was a comment I left on a blog I spent most the weekend reading
Later in the day….
“So you like to suck cock eh?” he asked me as we sat out in the garden
I grinned back at him in reply as I watched him unzip his fly and begin to pull out his already stiffening cock. I didn’t need any other invite and before his cock was even freed from his pants I was on my knees in front of his chair with my greedy little slut mouth open and waiting.
There are times for slow licking, teasing of the head, rolling my tongue round the rim and then there are times when I just want his cock, all of it, buried inside my mouth and this was one of those moments. As soon as his cock was free I had it buried in the back of my throat, my lips closing firmly around the base, letting my tongue flick and dance around him as I savoured that truly wonderful feeling of him growing ever harder within my mouth.
It was the sound of movement from next doors garden that bought my back down to earth, suddenly I remembered where I was, what I was doing the rough gravel of the path was biting into my knees now and a shiver of fear or excitement, I am not sure which, rippled through me. Of course he sensed my unease
“Suck. My. Cock.” He murmured at me as his fingers twisted into my hair and he pushed down firmly on the back of head driving his now fully hard cock deep into my throat and so silencing my impending protest.
Could the neighbours see? I don’t think so. Could the neighbours hear? Maybe the small sound of choking but as his hands guided my mouth up and down his cock I realised I didn’t care all I cared about was this, him, us, the throb inside my cunt, the twitch of his cock in my throat and the thought of his cum filling my mouth and so I buried my face as deep into his crotch as I could and let him take my mouth like the little slut I am.
He fucked me there, bent over the garden chair, my panties round my thighs, my hands gripping the arm of the chair as he rammed his cock in me from behind. My saliva on his cock adding to my already wet and juicy cunt meant that he was able to thrust into me with ease and so with my eyes staring at the garden fence hoping that my neighbours didn’t decide to step outside their back door at this precise moment he empty his balls into me and then left me there, throbbing, wet and used with instructions not to come back into the house until I had made myself cum.
And all this because of one, not so innocent comment, left on someone else’s journal….
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Ps… He took the pictures without me knowing while I completed my task…
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