Too much humour?
Not enough filth?
Too slow of a build up?
Anyway....
I had a few hours before I headed upstairs to the party.
I had to have a sleep, I was shattered after all the travelling and carrying around a heavy pair of bollocks all day.
I must of snoozed through the alarm as I was awoken by a knock on my door.
I trundled over to the door still half asleep, as I opened the door everything just seemed to go in slow motion.
In my half conscious state I become so confused why this beautiful Ginger woman was at my door.
“Is Ben there?”
“Yeah, I’m Ben, erm, what’s happening?”
“Sorry, Mr X sent me down to see if your coming upstairs”
“Upstairs? With you? Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse”
She chuckled, “ He said you was always cracking jokes, but if your coming, you better get some clothes on”
I was in my boxers and I just realised I had the biggest morning wood ever.
The Ginger goddess looked me up and down as she said it and gave me a filthy pornstar type smile as she eyes up my solid cock.
“Shit, sorry, I’ll be up in 10 mins”
“Don’t apologise” she fixed her gaze on my manhood again, “Infact, only apologise if you aren’t going to do something with that”
I gave out a nervous laugh, I’ll be 10 minutes and I am not saying sorry this time. I gave her a flirtatious smile back, although in my half asleep state it probably looked like I had a hot chip in my mouth.
“I’ve been told I have to come in and wait for you otherwise you won’t bother coming”
“I will, I promise” I protested, it made no odds she was already inside and nosying around my very Greek, very bare apartment.
“Right, I’ll get a shower, 5 mins”
“Wait, Mr X said you’ve just split with your girlfriend?”
“Well, about a month ago”
“A MONTH, A MONTH, without someone sucking on that?”
There she was again eyeing up my crotch.
She either had a really fetish for primark boxer shorts or she couldn’t stop thinking and talking about my cock.
Now, I don’t know why, because this woman was out of my league. She was about 5”3 size 8, wavey Ginger hair, Piercing Brown eyes and a smile that wouldn’t look out of place on a poster in a Dentists waiting room wall.
Before my brain could process the words I heard my mouth say “ Why are you offering”
“You need to come closer than that if you want an answer”
My body was just moving on it’s own, without listening to any filters coming from my brain, I walked over to her, where she was sat on the edge of my bed.
“Why, ARE YOU OFFERING”
Without saying a word, she placed her hands on my waitband and PING, the next thing I know my still stiff cock was straight down her throat.
She set about my cock like a tramp on chips, he lips or tongue, didn’t touch my Bell, she instantly started deepthroating me.
Now I’m not hung, like a Donkey, but I was pretty impressed.
After 4 or 5 strokes of making my full cock disappear down the back of her throat.
She stopped and very firmly told me. “You better be quick, we’ve got to party”
As she continued she started to grab my arse and pull my cock harder into her little slutty mouth.
She wanted to be fucked in the mouth, but I was still trying to be polite, hell, I didn’t even know her name.
“I don’t even know your name”
She stopped again, eyes watering and saliva allover her mouth.
RACHEL, NOW FUCK MY MOUTH, YOUVE GOT 30 SECONDS OR WE ARE LEAVING.
30 seconds? I only needed 12... |
