Sometimes I feel like I was a man in a previous life. After all, only men are overwhelmed by desire so much that they are ready to die, but to cum. And sometimes I’m caught up with greedy lust, inspired by the porn I’ve watched. How these two girls took turns sucking on the lucky guy from Caligula, so that he finished one right in her mouth. How many times have I watched this scene, dreaming of being in her place.
I have a husband who doesn’t really like sex. He’s just not interested in him, and he hasn’t heard that the girl wants to have fun either. All our sex is five minutes of snuffling under the covers once every two weeks, and sometimes less often. No, he’s not scary, he’s not old, he’s not impotent, he just loves his job more than he loves me. And sometimes I’m torn by such fantasies that the bed gets soaked through. Especially after sex, because I’m left alone with my barely arousal while my husband goes to the shower and then turns away to sleep.
And I’ve wanted to leave him for a long time, but I don’t like working, and even though he’s not an oligarch, he earns quite decent money. In this regard, there is no reason to complain. But these hot men are constantly flying through my head with their mouth-watering lollipops at the ready. She would have grabbed some guy with two hands by his muscular ass and swallowed him up to his tonsils. Sometimes I feel like I have a second clitoris in my throat, like the heroine of Deep Throat. Then why are all these blowjobs in my fantasies? I’m on my knees in the gym shower and the men take turns coming up and fucking me in the throat until I foam at the mouth. Big fat cocks go back and forth, back and forth, harder, tighter, grabs my hair, pulls me up and cums… Oh, I really want to.First throat blowjob or lesbian first time photos
I can spend hours with these thoughts, cranking up the degree of arousal until my arms and legs tremble. And I wish my husband could satisfy at least some of my fantasies, but he doesn’t want to. Even a blowjob doesn’t attract him, he seems to tolerate it, so I even stopped doing it. And I can’t even dream of anything more with him. And because of this, I want even more.
One day, my husband went on another business trip, and I, as usual, got ready for fitness, wearing my favorite black leggings with transparent straps on my hips, a tank top and a long T-shirt on top, hiding my not very large breasts. Looking at myself in the mirror, at my sweet young face with long blond hair, slender figure, juicy ass and hips, I suddenly felt that I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s either now or never.
Not realizing what I was doing, I went to the train station in a daze and boarded the first regular bus. I don’t know what I wanted, I just wanted to go somewhere so that someone would find me, meet me, and love me. After an hour of driving, it suddenly became clear to me that I had overreacted and before it was too late, I got out in the middle of the highway.
There was a forest all around and the only thing I knew was that I had to walk in the opposite direction for many hours or catch a ride. There were very few cars and no one wanted to stop. Maybe I looked defiant, but I didn’t look like a prostitute in any way. After about 10 minutes, I saw in the distance a small old jeep that was slowing down and stopped a little ahead of me.
The driver was a tall young guy with an athletic build, wearing light tight sweatpants and a T-shirt. He was clean-shaven and neatly trimmed, giving the impression that he was preparing for an important meeting, and if it weren’t for his sportswear, I would have thought he was in a hurry to go on a date. He obviously didn’t understand who I was and why I stopped such a handsome man.
- Hi, can you give me a ride to the city? I asked naively.
“Yes, sit down,” he replied, as if to his friend.
Without thinking twice, I opened the door and sat down next to him. There was absolutely no smell in the car, it felt like he didn’t smoke and generally liked cleanliness. We were silent for the first minute. I thought about how cute he was, unlike all those taxi drivers. I felt that he liked me and he was thinking about me, about my long hair, athletic hips. He’s probably undressed me for a long time and is licking my ass in the backseat. All these little girls are like that, they talk about high feelings, and in their heads they dream of cumming in your anal. Or am I dreaming about it?
I lied about where I was going and why, we talked about sports, about music, even as if the seniors remembered how good it was in the nineties, in which we were born. There was an awkward pause. A sparse forest flew past the window and I saw an abandoned fork ahead.
“Stop, please, I want to go to the bathroom,” I lied again.
Like a gentleman, he didn’t say anything, silently slowed down and drove a little along the fork so that we were invisible to cars from the highway. We could only hear them whispering softly somewhere in the distance.
The car stopped completely. We both stared ahead for a few seconds and he turned his head towards me without understanding. I was looking ahead. Thousands of dirty thoughts raced through my head, but on the other hand, I was spurred on by fear and excitement that nothing would work out. My cheeks burned.
“I don’t want to go to the bathroom.”
And then it became clear that he understood everything. I could hear his thoughts racing, jumping from a gentle kiss in the car to having sex under the covers at his house. But no, boy, you didn’t understand anything.
“I don’t want to go to the bathroom, I want something else,” I said timidly without turning my head.
“What do you want?” He was clearly embarrassed, but it seemed to him that everything was under control.
After looking through the front window for a second, I turned to him, looking straight into his eyes. And for a split second, I looked down, right between his legs. My heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of my chest. Many girls flirt and would calmly wait for the evening, but I want you right now.
His computer froze for a second. I think I heard his engine start and a fleeting glint passed through my eyes. He held out his hands to me, hoping to kiss me.
“You don’t understand. – I said more confidently and took his hands away from me.
Without taking my eyes off him, I ran my hand down his leg from his knee, slowly rising up. I took his hardening cock in my hand, feeling it swell through the thin fabric.
What am I doing? I’m seeing him for the first time, who is he, he doesn’t know me, I have a husband, where is my brain?.. These thoughts flashed through my mind in a split second and I was ready to stop stroking him in such a desirable place, pull myself together and say, that’s it, let’s go, I’m not a whore, this is a mistake. But at that moment, as if sensing my doubts, he slightly lifted the edge of his pants with his hand, which was barely visible because of the shadow, I saw the edge of my dream.
What have you done? I hate you! And I want it so much! I want to lick your cum off my body, I want to immediately touch my lips and suck you off until the evening until my strength leaves me. Doubts left me forever, I got turned on like never before and thought only about this stick growing before my eyes. I wish one day I could feel it growing right on your tongue.
I slowly ran my hand down my pants and put my hand right there while he awkwardly held the elastic band of the pants in the air. I took his cock firmly in my hand, it was already swollen and became hard like a tropical fruit. It’s so long! I can jerk him up and down without touching his head or pubis with the edges of my hand. I literally enjoyed the touch for a minute when I wanted more. My mouth felt wet, and I tried to swallow my saliva imperceptibly, looking at the edge of my penis, which was not completely visible from under my pants.
And then I noticed how the guy was looking right at me, trying to catch my eye. He wants more too. He tells me with all his thoughts – suck, suck, please, suck him or I’ll die. Wait, my boy, you have no idea what awaits you.
I took my eyes off his cock and looked into his eyes.:
“What do you want?” I asked, still a little embarrassed.
He didn’t answer, but just pulled his pants down to his knees, looked at me, and a second later suddenly ran his palm over my cheek. Of course you want a blowjob, darling, but half an hour ago you didn’t even dream that a sporty beauty would just kick your boa constrictor right in the car. You have no idea how much I want to suck your dick, that my plans are much bigger than all your wildest fantasies.
I felt a rush of heat to my head. So the head has to work. What vulgar metaphors, but they turn me on so much. Working mouth, hitting the head, these ridiculous phrases are hitting me with exciting lights, which I want more and more. Does he feel what’s going on behind that pretty face, which slut is taking over? He’ll feel it now.
I grinned briefly and only at the very last moment, tearing my gaze away from the guy, slowly lowered my head between his legs, stopping a centimeter away from the best pleasure in the world. I felt such intense heat from it that I wanted to put it out immediately. I wanted to inhale the sweet scent of that horny cock, I wish I could always breathe it. And I continued to smoothly move my hand back and forth, enjoying the view and the thought that I was about to start sucking him.
I suddenly wanted to kiss his deliciously protruding thigh bone, and I did it like a French kiss. And then in the other, and then in the lower abdomen. Maybe a pervert, but it’s a thrill to delay the most important moment a little, enjoying fantasies and anticipating a high. But the guy endures as much as he can and he’s about to burst. It’s like he’s going to cum on my face right now, without even starting anything. Hey, wait, take your time, let me enjoy it first.
I made myself comfortable, turning to face him, leaning my back on the steering wheel and my right hand, which I put on his leg, while I continued to masturbate with my left. If I touched myself from below just a little bit now, I would come in one moment with a powerful orgasm, but I want to prolong this moment a little more. And don’t you dare come now, the fun is next.