Road Head – (MF, Oral, True Story)

Ready for a true story? Of course you are.If you know me, I’ve never been into people who you’d call “traditionally” attractive. I don’t like my men to be these tall, strong jawed, muscular, Alpha Men.

I’ve never needed my women to be busty, long legged, supermodels. I can appreciate it, but it’s just not for me.

I prefer their personalities and how they express them. Sounds corny, I know. I’d rather them have their vibe as a person, and I’ll see if we mesh. My longest relationship was with a girl that had the aesthetic of librarian, (Plus her tits were absolutely fantastic.)

Now my favorite man… his name was Cameron.When I lived in Manhattan, I ran into him at a bar. He was a high school History and Philosophy teacher. And he looked the part. When he wasn’t dressed in suits, he was dressed in sweaters, cardigans. He looked straight out of every girl’s fantasy that has a crush on their teacher. He was tall and had a bit of muscle, but his frame was built for hugs and cuddles, not pinning me down. His jaw was sharp, but his face was gentle. His voice was deep, but as sweet as a lullaby.

He was kind, courteous and an all-around good man.Anytime he gushed about some book he read, or how impressed he was with his students, I just got lost in his voice. Time stopped and all I wanted to do was hear him talk.

So naturally, I rewarded him by fucking him silly.

I didn’t have a car, because it’s New York of course, but there were times he’d stay late at his school just to pick me up from work so we could hang out. It was especially sweet, because we’d usually go to his place and he would cook me dinner.

This time, he walked right into my trap. He waits outside of my job, and I get into his car, full of sin. By the time he left the parking lot, I was tying my hair up. I bend down into his crotch, and unzip his pants. I was about to show him exactly how hot he made me.

“Whoa! Hey!”

“Shut up, Cameron. Keep your eyes on the road please. I’m taking care of something.”

Like a good boy, he offers no resistance. I kiss him on the neck before I duck beneath the view of the remainder of traffic. His flaccid cock grows in my hand, and I waste no time wrapping my lips around it. In a few short seconds, it fills my mouth entirely. From base to tip, I massage his cock with my tongue. I caress every inch, making sure to play with his tip as I go. I feel his muscles tighten, his thighs clench, and him trying to force himself to pay attention. Which of course, he was failing miserably at.

When it comes time to breathe, I look up, and see his gorgeous eyes staring at me.

I stroke his dick and smile. “Babe. Eyes. Road.”

He moans, and tries his best to return to focus. Too bad I am too busy taking all of it from him. When we get to each red light, I torture him. I deepthroat his cock, forcing down as much of him as I can take. My hand and mouth work at his shaft in perfect tempo. A steady, consistent pace.

Just like he liked to fuck. He never pounded me too slow like he was trying to make love, or pounded me too fast like the whore I think I am. It was steady, each second finding the right angles and positions, and packed with meticulous detail.

I salivate at the taste of his precum, and I keep pumping for more. His palms grip the back of my head, lost in my curls. I smack it away quickly. “Hands on the wheel.”

“Erina,” he pleads, “Other drivers can see you.”I unbuckle my seatbelt and inch ever closer to him.

“And? That makes it hotter right?”

His cock goes from hard to throbbing. His heart is racing, and I can practically feel the blood flow through him. I lick it from base to tip, then suck on his tip before downing it all as far down my throat as I can manage. Tension builds in his entire lower body, and I feel like I can suck almost all of it out of him.

*Fucking give it to me.*

At every red light, he sinks in his seat, looking around to see if any cars or passerby notice me going down on him. I’m sure some do, it’s just part of the fun. I love an audience, but that is a story for another day.

He watches me give him a show, so I drool on his cock, then go down and slurp it all up. He goes wild, bucking against my mouth. He moans so goddamn sexy. I want to crawl across this car and fuck him crazy.

“Shit, baby. I’m close!” He cries.

He only told me what I already knew.

His thighs were tight, legs were shaking. I’m stunned he could drive so well through the city with his toes curled so tightly on that gas pedal. He’s squirming in his seat, and I am in complete control.

I can feel his balls tense, and his entire body convulses. His cock pulses, and he creampies my throat. My savory reward. I swallow each and every drop. And for the extra razzle dazzle, even when I know that I’ve siphoned every sample of semen his cock has to give, I keep sucking. For no other reason that to show off and take his soul from him.

He parks in the lot near his apartment, and he can finally breathe when I take my mouth off his throbbing piece.

“You’re… unreal baby. I can’t keep up with you.” he said through deep breaths.

“I know.” I kissed him on the cheek, “I remember you saying something, about dinner. All that cum gave me an appetite.”

“Nothing like a pre-dinner BJ to get me started.” He shoves his tongue inside me and we makeout in a deep passion, clawing at each other.

I never did let him get dinner ready. We went right to his bed and fucked twice. It’s a shame that we couldn’t make a relationship work. I moved back home, and he eventually got his PhD and is teaching at a university in Washington D.C. But since sex is my first love, and traveling is my second, I see him a few times a year and we still fuck.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll have a girlfriend on my next visit and I’ll get to enjoy the two of them…

That’s the good life, am i right?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10in56a/road_head_mf_oral_true_story