[f/m] My Planned Out Act of Blow Job

The guy: A 33-year-old dude who lives in Downtown Vancouver. He replied to my post in r/RAOBJ the day after I posted it. Unfortunately we weren’t able to meet up that day or any day until today.

The fantasy: Jake wanted a girl to blow him in the entryway of his apartment then leave his building with her face covered in his cum.

The buildup: We talked a lot. Even though we couldn’t meet up because of our schedules, we kept talking. We even managed a few video chats on Skype. So no, I didn’t just walk into some guys house and blow him. I actually felt really comfortable with him after a month of banter and a week of planning to meet up.

Today: His place was just a short train ride and walk from where I work. After I clocked out, I quickly cleaned up and headed to his. The entire time I kept wondering if I was actually going to take two steps into this guy’s apartment and suck him off. It seemed like a good way to wind up dead in a ditch. That kind of freaked me out so I texted my best friend and told her I was doing something slutty and sent her a screenshot of his info just in case I did turn up dead in a ditch.

Part of what I like about this guy is that he’s genuinely a nice guy. When we were planning today he spent a lot of time assuring me that if I wasn’t comfortable with acting out his fantasy then we could move to his living room, and spend a few minutes chatting to help me get comfortable. He said he didn’t care what happened as long as I sucked him dry. I more or less knew I wouldn’t end up in a ditch, but I was meeting a stranger to give him head and not all serial killers look like deranged maniacs. I mean, I knew the guy was a nice guy, but at the same time…I was just feeling generally anxious and nervous about the whole thing. The only thing that kept me going were the very sweet, yet very dirty texts he kept sending me while I made my way to his apartment building.

He kept me smiling and at ease until I got to his building. It was then I realized that I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do. Or I didn’t know what I was going to do until I stepped off the elevator and knocked on his door. As soon as I saw him and his smile, I knew what was about to happen. When he opened his door, I was stunned at how tall he was. I knew he was 6’6″, but something about his height just stunned me. But it was really his smile that put me at ease. He invited me in and I slowly stepped into his apartment. I only really looked at him though. His eyes were green and his nose had obviously been broken before. As I stepped past him he put his hand on the small of my back to guide me in and leaned down to kiss my temple.

I looked at him. He looked at me. We both burst out laughing.

“Hey you,” he said as he shut the door.

“Hey back,” I replied as he moved to stand in front of me.

I felt stupidly awkward so I just stood there looking up at him. He looked down at me. We burst out laughing again.

We’d talked about this. He knew he had to take the lead because I’m all kinds of shy and awkward. Slowly he slid his hand to the back of my neck and told me that it was my choice what we did. He said we could easily just chat for a bit until I got more comfortable with him. I almost giggled because he looked like a puppy dog, with wide, hopeful eyes. I knew what he was hoping for, but I don’t think he was counting on it.

He was already turning to guide me further into his apartment when I laughed and slowly got on my knees and looked up at him and raised my eyebrows. He looked both surprised and happy.

He shifted so that he was standing in front of me. His groin was in front of my face. “You know what I want now, right?” he asked me as he slid the backs of his fingers on his right hand up and down my face. I love being petted and wound up rubbing my face against his hand.

As he continued to pet me, I reached up and slowly undid his belt and jeans. He was wearing the bastard kind where the fly was all buttons. So I awkwardly popped each button free while he slid his fingers through my hair. I apologized for the frizzy mess it was as wrapped my ponytail around one of his fists as I finally pulled his jeans and boxers down around his thighs.

His junk was perfectly groomed and I was pretty sure he’d just showered. I love when men do that for me. It’s the simple things, yeah?

I smiled and lifted his soft cock so I could take it into my mouth. Immediately he started to get hard as I started sucking. He groaned as I quickly licked and sucked. Gently, he tugged on my hair wrapped around his hand so I had to look up at him. It didn’t take long before he was rock hard in my mouth as I worked my lips up and down. My hand moved with my mouth as I worked him in and out. He wasn’t overly long, maybe 6 inches, but he was girthy. I found myself struggling not keep my teeth off of him as bobbed my head up and down on him.

After a minute of happily slurping away at him, he pulled my mouth off of him.

“Baby,” he said as he yanked my head back, “you’ve got to slow down or I’m going to blow in under a minute. I want this to last. Ok?”

I nodded.

He smiled “good. Take your time now.”

I smiled back before dipping my head to suck one of his balls into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it before I shifted and sucked and licked at the other. Once his balls were soaked in my spit, I licked his cock from the base to the tip and swirled my tongue around the head. He pulled my head back again and told me to look at him while I licked at the underside of his cock. So I watched him as I flicked my tongue over the head and licked the slit there. Playfully, I kissed the tip then kissed along the underside until I could suck his balls back into my mouth. I remembered in one of our conversations that he loved having his balls played with so I took my time and basically made out with them.

Every time I broke eye contact with him he’d jerk on my hair so I’d have to look up at him again.

Once I was done making out with his balls I kissed my way back to the head of his cock and sucked him back into my mouth. I slowly worked him in and out of my mouth. The way he groaned and told me what a good job I was doing made me wish I knew how to purr. Every time I took his dick a little deeper he would gasp and say “that’s it” or “yes, baby, just like that.” I loved the noises he made and I started to squirm as I felt myself getting wet.

I was happily slurping him in and out of mouth when he reached down and unbuttoned my plaid top and pushed my tank top and bra down so my tits tell free. He used both of his hands to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples. As he was twisting them I carefully pushed him into my mouth until I was gagging a little. Then I forced him deeper until my nose was pressed against him.

Is there such thing as being nose deep on a guy? Because I was definitely nose deep on him.

He gasped and said “oh fuck” and let go of my tits to grab my head with both of his hands. I popped my mouth off his cock and he told me to deep throat him again. Then he told me to do it again. Then I felt like I was going to puke so went back to making out with his balls.

At that point he knew I could take him down my throat so he kept pushing me to take all of him again and again. My jaw started to get sore and my throat was starting to feel raw, but I still kept working him in and out of my mouth. There were a couple more points where he made me stop and told me to slow down. To try and make it last. Whenever he made me stop he’d lean down and kiss me even though my chin was covered in my own spit and tell me what a good slut I was being. Sometimes we’d have small chats about our days or plans for the night. We both had shitty days at work and while I had nothing planned for tonight, he had to go to a birthday party after he was done with me. Or he’d ask me what I liked about sucking his cock and I’d tell him a reason as he pushed himself back between my lips and I’d go back to happily sucking him off.

Then I felt it. His balls tightened. He started to breathe quicker. I reached up and worked my hand and mouth up and down his entire length. His hands tightened in my hair as he started to move his hips to fuck my face. He told me he was getting close. I whimpered around his cock as I moved my hand away and let him press into my throat. I gagged hard and pulled away and started to jerk him off.

“That’s it, baby,” he gasped. “Are you ready for my cum? Do you want to be my dirty cum slut?”

I nodded and kept moving my hand up and down his shaft while I sucked the head.

He tilted my head back and told me to jerk him off and beg for his cum like the cum hungry whore I am. He made me call myself his cum hole and I begged him to make me his cum dumpster.

And then…oh, and then he was shooting cum all over my face. One thick rope shot up between my eyes and landed on my forehead. The rest shot across my nose, mouth, and across my right cheek because I kind of had him aimed that way. Some shot out and landed on my tits and chest.

The term “cumming buckets” was made up for what this guy did.

Then once he was done shooting cum at me, I gently sucked and licked at the head. I was careful as I swirled my tongue around and made sure to clean every last drop off of him. Smiling, I kept on sucking him until he pulled out of my mouth.

I looked up at him and asked “how was that?”

He laughed, “pretty good. Fuck, you’re covered.”

I crossed my eyes to look at the cum he’d shot there, “yeah, just a bit.”

He used one of his thumbs to wipe a bit of cum off my chest and I licked it clean. “You’re such a very good girl, you know that?”

I smiled, “thank you! I love being called that!”

He laughed and helped me stand up and adjust myself back into my bra and shirt. After I’d wiggled my clothes back into place I contemplated the next step of his fantasy. Would I do it? I could feel his cum on my face and chest. It was wet and sticky. Already drying, but still dripping a bit.

He leaned down and kissed my left temple and told me I didn’t have to leave wearing his cum.

I licked his sperm off my lips and told him I wanted to. I’d done so much already, I might as well go for a perfect score.

So he helped me slide my backpack that I had dropped beside me and walked me to the elevator. To my surprise he got on the lift with me and walked me out of his building. Thankfully we only saw two people on our way out. He laughed when I ducked my head. When we got outside he promised me a bedtime story if I walked to my train station with his cum on. I’m a sucker for bedtime stories so I walked to my train with semen drying on my face and chest. He lives close to BC place and the area was busy so lots of people saw me walking with my cum coated face. I just hope no one knew what it was! Once I got there I sent a snap chat to prove that I’d done it and then used a makeup wipe to clean myself off, and made my way home.

Now that I’m done typing this out, I get to claim my bedtime story!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4n3ody/fm_my_planned_out_act_of_blow_job