He begged for a blow job, but I was the one who ended up on my knees [FM]

I’ve been at a resort town in Turkey for work for a few months. Not knowing a lot of people, I’ve often explored the area or gone out for dinner or a drink on my own. This one cool little place, I liked the food and it was less touristy than others. So I started going once or twice a week.

One guy always seemed to be working. I found out later his dad owned the place, but that he mostly ran it. He was mid 20s and for this story, I’ll call him Z. I’m 33, so a few years older than him. Within a few visits, he started flirting with me a little or commenting on how beautiful I was or how much he liked my smile. How he loved American girls and that it would be a dream to go out on a date with me. It was innocent and I just would smile and encourage him to find a local girl or someone closer to his age.

He had my number from being put on a waiting list at his restaurant, so I started receiving some flirty What’s App messages from him. But nothing too serious. I still would visit for a meal here and there and we might briefly chat. The messages he sent turned more flirty and sexual and after realizing I wasn’t going to go out on a date, he pivoted to asking for sex. When I turned a request to fuck, he begged for “Just a blow job. Just one blow job and I’ll stop bugging you.”

One night I got the begging “Just one blow job message” and then he said, come meet me for a drink. I was horny and while I didn’t necessarily say yes to the blow job, I did say yes. We met up, had a few drinks and chatted. He began touching my arm, my knee and leg and all while flirting and begging in person. His touches and my horniness were all working and I had pretty much decided I was going to blow him.

We finished our 3rd drink and he said, let’s walk. He led me by the hand to a quiet dark place by the beach. A short sea wall provided some privacy as he started to kiss me. His hands were all over me touching my tits and ass and eventually under my skirt. I looked around and realized the darkness and wall meant nobody could see us from about our chest down. He commented about how wet I was as he touched the outside of my pussy through my underwear and then fingered me some. At that point, I wanted to be fucked, but I decided to just give him the blow job he’d be begging for.

I reached for and unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his cock. He was very hard and normal in size. I quickly knelt down and took him into my mouth. Z reacted moaning and saying how good it felt. I stopped for a second to look around and make sure we weren’t being watched. On one side was the sea and the other way, the wall blocked me from view. Nobody could see, but I wasn’t going to risk someone walking up on us for long.

I started taking him into my mouth and using my tongue and mouth. I used my hand to stroke him at the same time, listening and feeling for his reactions to find out what he liked. He was moaning and saying yes as I got into the rhythm he seemed to like. He grabbed my hair a little, guiding my mouth and slightly encouraging a certain rhythm and depth. At one point, he fucked my mouth a little going deeper into me, but for the most part, I controlled the rhythm.

About 2 or 3 minutes into it, I could tell by his moans and breathing, he was close. I used my hand and mouth to focus on a spot just below his head knowing from experience, this would probably get him off. Sure enough, I felt him tense up as he said he was cumming. I kept going and started swallowing him as he came. His hand gripped my hair again and kept me from pulling away as he came in my mouth and throat.

I squeezed his cock a little and swallowed the last bit of cum left on him. He got himself dressed and was thanking me and saying how great it was and how he couldn’t believe I finally said yes and how slutty it all was. .

Not that it surprised me, but a few days later, the message I received was “Please, just one more blow job”.

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