It’s a decade old memory, but things like this get so burned into mind that every detail is fresh as if it were hours ago.
The weekends were simple for Dana and I, we’d make a beeline for my apartment and fuck like rabbits on cocaine. Friday night through Sunday afternoon, week after week, was a marathon of touching, licking, sucking, and fucking. Interludes didn’t offer much more than time to catch our breaths and replenish our fluids, you could say our relationship was a little superficial and sex based.
So, when odd circumstances brought me over to her family’s house in the middle of the afternoon, both of us were a little lost. A strict ‘no boys in your room’ rule left us chilling on the couch of an open concept living room, on display as her mother and brother routinely bounded through. We’re halfheartedly flipping through on of her family’s picture books, and I’m doing my best to pay attention to it and be proper all while 98% of my thoughts are revolving around tearing her clothes off and doing the filthy things we usually do. It was difficult, but I was managing okay. At least until she looked over to me with a pensive expressive and a few seconds later came the offhand remark, “You know, I’d suck your dick anywhere, anytime you wanted me to.”
“Hints” like that even I can pick up, my pants were midthigh and her soft lips wrapped around me before any other thought could cross my mind. Thoughts like “hey, remember you’re right in the middle of her very busy house!” Too late now to stop, as if I’d want to, as if I’d could. Because Dana does not suck dick, and despite my post title she doesn’t give blowjobs either. Dana worships cock. Her eyes close in bliss, hands folding reverently around it, happy little moans each time she slid back up after taking me down her throat. She’s there to feel the softness of the skin, how it fills her mouth, to drool over the taste, and to do everything she can to please the cock itself. I don’t think the rest of me even existed at times like that, I’d have even gone so far as to say nothing did.
Except seconds later her head is up on my shoulder and her tug of the blanket pulls it across my lap, we’re innocently back to looking at pictures as her brother walks three feet in front of us to grab a snack from the kitchen. He was barely past us before Dana’s mouth was working back up and down my cock taking every moment she could before tidying back up for his return trip.
At this point my erection was about half arousal, half terror. It turns out that terror boners feel amazing! I was so hard it would’ve hurt if not for the caressing tongue twirling itself around the tip of my cock. With each moment it became more and more clear she loved LOVED having me down her throat in her living room. Loved the timing of it, loves the risk of it, loved that when she next sat here these memories would flood to mind. Seated as we were I could only watch the back of her head bobbing up and down, but it was easy to imagine the expression of giddy pleasure on her face. This was no sprint, no rushed quickie desperate to push me over the edge as quickly as possible. She savored it, mixing in pauses of deliberate licks and barely there kisses to take all the time she wanted.
Twice more we were interrupted, by her mom once walking by with a question Dana answered with one hand still around my shaft, and again by her brother. Each time it was supernatural the way she reacted to no hint I could hear, cleaning our look up just enough and just in the knick of time. Clearly I was hopeless at helping there, so I finally gave in and left us at the mercy of her senses.
Her mom eventually settled in the kitchen, banging around with enough noise to make it sound like she was moving furniture. It was slightly comforting to hear, each thud a promise she was busy outside eyesight, and even more hot. Getting blown as someone is 6 ft (and one wall) away, where two steps or too much noise would be all it would take…
Dana had gotten to worship enough my arousal decided, winding a hand tightly into her hair. She shifted smoothly with me, a transition to fucking her face with a firm guiding grip and my hips rolling to thrust up into her. I was lost in IFGAF territory, I’m going to finish even if we’re caught it this point. In a whisper that barely reaches my own ears I warned, “I’m cumming” and then damn near blacked out it hit so hard. By the time I could think again she was planting happily little kisses all over my softening cock, pleased with her handiwork and mouthful of cum. Damn was I glad boys weren’t allowed in her room.
And that offhand remark would later and often come in very handy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dfo3g9/mf_the_risky_blowjob
Marriage material right there!