[18F] Best blowjob I ever gave [46M] [MF]

Well, only got a few more hours in January to write for the contest! Wasn’t sure which story I was going to post, or whether I was going to post at all, but this is the story that comes to mind when it comes to the best blowjob I ever gave. The way it happened, the way I turned into a total submissive slut, the way I was made to satisfy a guy way older than me makes this story one of the defining ones in my rather young slut life.

I was very young, having lost my virginity just months before and only have slept with two guys. One had been my boyfriend, the other had been a guy who was, well, we’ll just say that he knew what he wanted, and he got it. Older guy at a party who approached me incredibly confidently, almost as if he already knew I was going to sleep with him, and dominated me from the start of the night to the end. As we kissed, he would tell me things such as “I am going to make you walk home with a pussy full of cum, my cum will drip down your legs” and things kind of went on from there.

Afterwards, I was single for a while. I don’t think I was quite ready for another relationship. In fact, apart from this impromptu encounter, I wasn’t really ready for intercourse again. I was, however, incredibly horny. I have always had a super high libido and strong, impossible to resist urges to get sex.

I had tried pretty hard, in the months leading to this party, to get sex. Not necessarily penetration, but I wanted caresses, cuddles, kisses, making out, touching one another, etc. Maybe even oral, but no more: I wanted to keep the next time I would have sex for my next boyfriend. Yes, I was like that at 18. Only have sex with someone special (like my first boyfriend), etc. I was fine with oral.

The morning of the party, I remember how insanely aroused I was. I wanted to get touched, I wanted to have someone touch me, I wanted someone to caress my breasts and want them. I wanted to feel desired sexually. I dressed with a miniskirt and a tank top. At the time, I had medium breasts and my nipples were quite sensitive this morning. There was nothing better than having a man play with my breasts and this is what I wanted the most.

As I said, I didn’t want intercourse, but I really wanted to give oral. It had been a while since I had even seen a dick, and I was missing it sorely. I really wanted to suck a guy, have him come – the face he would make, the way he would moan, that turned me on insanely. I missed Marilyn’s parties badly.

I spent all day fantasizing and being permanently wet. I wanted a guy to rub my clit, maybe even eat me. I arrived at the party and opened a beer, started to chat some guys. There were many I would be perfectly fine with and I started fantasizing about this guy or that guy coming in his mouth, how hard he would come, how much he would, whether he would ask me to swallow or not, etc.

Unfortunately, things did not work too well. First guy had a girlfriend. Second just wasn’t interested, barely acknowledged me. Third had a girlfriend as well, fourth seemed to care more about his phone than me, etc etc etc. As the night progressed, I had made zero progress despite all my flirting and teasing. I tried to act drunk, I tried to compliment them, I tried dancing – nothing.

I also need to say that, at the time, I wasn’t very confident about my body. I felt I had grown unevenly and wasn’t attractive enough. I envied women with large breasts, nicer hair, flatter belly. I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t toned neither. Probably a very average girl.

Things took a turn to the worst when I noticed guy #3, who supposedly had a girlfriend, making out with a girl that wasn’t his girlfriend (she hadn’t came to the party, he told me). Either he lied and didn’t have a girlfriend…

… Either he didn’t want me. Maybe I wasn’t desirable? Ugly?

I chatted another guy, then tried to kiss him after dancing. He moved his head away. Again, I saw him chatting with another girl and their conversation turned intimate. I watched as a guy put his hand under a girl’s shirt and grabbed her ass, she moaned, and I felt incredily horny. No, I had to find a guy.

I finally did, we talked a while and got along, he said he wanted to sit. I joked about not being any other chair around, he told me to sit on him. I did and we started to make out. He caressed my belly and moved up… up…

I felt his hardening dick under me. I kissed him harder, trying to think of a calm, quiet place where I could put him in my mouth. He got his head down and started kissing the top of my breasts and I shivered in pleasure. I wanted him to suck on my nipples. My panties got soaked wet, my clit was about to explode… Please, please touch me, I thought.

And then out of nowhere, he stopped. Said he had to use the bathroom. I said “okay.” I waited for him a bit, but he didn’t come back. Ended up moving around.

…

Yup, you guess it – he was with another girl, kissing her.

I felt incredibly rejected. Unattractive. Unwanted. His dick, that I had worked so hard to get her, was now right on her pussy, only separated by two layers of clothing. I felt bit frustrated as well.

By this time, most people had either left or were getting ready to leave. A few people were sleeping, mostly on the floor with sofa cushions. I had planned to drink back, but the way I stumbled on a few stairs convinced me otherwise. I looked around to see if any guy would be interested, but nope.

Another failed night. Another night of going to sleep frustrated. Frustrated and horny. I was almost in tears by how bad I felt.

I needed to use the bathroom. The one downstairs was very busy, with some sick drunk people, and I didn’t want to wait in life, so I decided to go use the one upstairs. I should say at this point, we were still young, and the host had organized the party at his house, or rather his parents house. Both his parents had stayed house to supervize us, make sure we did nothing stupid. The dad ended up driving a super drunk girl home, but aside from that, he didn’t interfere with our party, staying upstairs.

I went to the upstairs bathroom and cleaned up a bit. Then, I heard some… faint moaning. I focused, and managed to discern the moaning were getting louder. By focusing completely, I could hear some pounding. There were people having sex. Right away, my horniness came back to full force.

I tried to track the origins of the sound. It came from the master bedroom right next to the bathroom. As I got closer, the moanings got louder and I clearly heard two people having sex. It was the host’s parents, getting at it apparently.

I put my ear on the door and clearly heard the woman moaning over and over in pleasure and let me tell you, after a night of teasing and getting no results, DAMN this turned me on. “You like it you little bitch, huh?” I heard the dad said and I felt a wave of pleasure in my body. “C’mon, take it you fucking cock slut.” He was whispering, but I could hear everything clearly.

“Harder, harder,” she said. “Fuck me, fuck me, yes.” I thought for a second it was wrong to invade on their intimacy like that, but I was just too turned on. My pussy was dripping wet. I sat down near the door and started rubbing my clit, unable to control myself. I even got my breasts out of my tank top and pinched my nipples. Oh man it would have been so nice getting sex tonight.

As I rubbed myself harder and harder, I realized just how much of a little slut I was, spying on two people having sex and being unable to resist touching myself. Somehow, this turned me on even more. I started shoving fingers in my myself at the same pace he was fucking her, imagining it was me getting fucked. “Your dick’s so fucking hard” she said. “Damn it’s good!” Every thrust in her, every time he fucked her, I felt.

Her voices, her words, the way she spoke… It was too much, and when she orgasmed, letting out a long, deep moan of pleasure, I came along with her, imagining the scene. It was a small orgasm, but hey, it was better than nothing, at least my night hadn’t been ruined.

All of nowhere, the door opened. I just heard a few footsteps, barely had time to stand up and hide my breasts, and it was open.

It was the father. I won’t lie: at thie time, I was dumb and thought he might buy it, but looking back at it, he knew 100% what I had done.

“Oh hey, I was looking for the bathroom.”

I should say that the host was a friend I had met in high school and sometimes hung up with. This was perhaps my sixth or seventh party at his place. I knew his father and I knew he was a martial arts instructor; what I didn’t know is that he was built like a tank, full with abs and big pecs, and that he was incredibly good-looking.

“Bathroom’s over there, Sarah” he said gently, not fazed a bit. I must have looked like a mess in my post-orgasm but still horny as hell state. He was wearing just a short pair of boxers and I immediately noticed his erection was still raging, a huge bulge in his boxers he made no efforts to hide.

Oh god he was sexy.

He observed me in my miniskirt and messed up tank top. He seemed to enjoy looking at me as much as I liked looking at him.

“How old are you already, Sarah?”

“I turned eighteen a few months ago.”

“I’ve known you since you were fourteen or fifteen. Already a grown woman.”

Boys rarely paid attention to me, my body or my breasts, but this man… He gazed at my breasts like they were everything to me. Lasciviously.

“Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat before you go to bed?”

“Oh, I’m fine Mr. Kent.”

“Please. I have the perfect snack.”

He led me to the kitchen and opened the fridge to reveal some chocolate chip cookies. “Made them myself, this afternoon.” He then poured me a large glass of milk and invited me to them.

“They’re delicious,” I said. And I wasn’t lying: soft, chewy, with amazing chocolate.

“I usually get hungry after s… I mean during the night,” he said as he ate one with me. Although the party had been noisy, with so many people gone or sleeping, it was now quiet as it could be. They were probably waiting for things to quiet down before… Going into action.

I asked if I could take another, and he told me to take as many as I wanted. “That’s a dangerous proposition, I could eat them all. They’re really good.”

“Go ahead,” he said as he watched me eat. After a bit, he said: “Sarah, you really turned into a fine young woman.”

“Thank you.”

“And very nice clothing. Every guy at the party must have been after you.”

“Not really,” I confessed naively.

“Then these guys are idiots.”

“You think?”

“They’re crazy to turn you down, yes. If I was their age, I would feel priviledge to even hold your hand.”

I blushed naively. “I don’t think I’m anything special.”

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he immediately comforted me. He spoke with such charisma and elegance. I told him there were many things about me I didn’t like. “Such as?”

“I don’t know… My breasts for instance.”

“You’re crazy,” he just said. “Your breasts are perfect.”

“They’re too small.”

“Not even close to too small.”

I giggled nervously, I was shy. I didn’t really know what to say. He stayed there in silent, confident, until I felt compelled to talk. I’m not sure why I said what I said next, perhaps because I was still so turned on as my mini-orgasm hadn’t helped.

“Two guys today started… touching, and then stopped,” I finally mumbled. “Then they got on other girls. With biggest breasts.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Unreal,” he said.

“Like it’s only because of what I’m wearing. If you saw them more, you wouldn’t think so.”

“You think? Well, show them to me then.”

He stopped again. I was a bit surprised, but also turned on by his request.

“Show them?”

“Sure, why not. You’re an adult now. And you can see my chest already.” He paused. “Show me and I’ll tell you if your breasts are really as bad as these two idiots make it.” Not an ounce of hesitation in his voice.

I stood up and lifted my tank top up to my belly, giggled, and let it fall down. He was serious. I was horny, turned on. A man would see my breasts. I looked around carefully, it was deserted: we were alone on the top floor. I lifted my tank top and showed him my breasts.

“Absolutely stunning. Sarah, your breasts are absolutely perfect.”

“You think so?”

“Amazing. Your breasts are absolutely perfect. Those guys who stopped are idiots.” He observed my breasts in silent as I felt more and more turned on. “I would feel privileged to run my hands on them and would never even think about stopping.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Come,” he said, as he backed his chair, inviting me to sit on him. I was sooo horny.

“But your wife…”

“Meh, she’s sleeping. Always so exhausted. Come.” It was so arousing, so exciting, I couldn’t resist.

I sat on him and he had some of the best hands I had ever have. He rubbed and caressed me, playing with my nipples, commenting on how firm and beautiful my breasts were, and how amazing they felt. He was so good that… I actually came pretty close to orgasming. I turned my head towards him and we just kissed.

“Your wife…” I said, feeling a tiny pinch of guilt.

“Didn’t manage to finish. She gets tired fast now. That’s why I was going to the bathroom, to finish.” At this point, I realized his raging erection was right under me. “Side effect of caressing such amazing soft silky breasts,” he said. “Are you sexually active, Sarah?”

“Yes,” I answered, as if he had commanded me.

“No longer a virgin?”

“No sir. But nothing happened since, in months.”

“You must be super horny. With two guys caressing you and working you up.”

“I…” I started to moan from his caresses. He put a hand on my exposed legs, then started making his way towards his clit. Finally he reached it, and his caress was as soft and controlled as when he touched my breasts. He knew where to put his finger and exactly what motions to make. Very soon I felt I was about to orgasm.

He shoved a finger in and commented how tight my “little 18-year-old pussy” was. “If I were those guys, I would kill to have a chance to enjoy it.” I moaned, trying to hold it back as to not wake his wife. “I can’t have sex and cheat on my wife,” he said. “But I can definitely do everything else.”

He slowed down a bit, and asked me to say dirty things to him. I didn’t know what dirty things he wanted or even what he meant by that. He said to just say whatever came to my mind, sexual or not. I wanted him to rub me faster, give me that super orgasm I craved. One hand on my breasts, still playing gently, another on my clit.

“Oh yeah?” I said. “Well I’m not gonna make you finish in a toilet, that’s for sure.” He rubbed me faster, and harder. “My little eighteen-year-old mouth is going to make you come in it, mister.” Harder. I panted and moaned. “And then I’ll swallow it all like a good little slut.”

“Oh yeah? I was also going to the bathroom to clean. Still have my wife’s juices on her.”

“I’ll clean you well, no worries. Before and after.” His moves were now super precise, right on the spot that sent pleasure through my body.

The orgasm was just a few moves away.

“You heard how strong her orgasm was after all. Makes sense you’d have to taste the mess.”

“You…”

It was too much. I orgasmed and immediately brought my mouth to his to muffle my screams. I screamed and screamed in pleasure as his finger finished me squirting my juices on his legs as he hand still moved on my clit. I enjoyed every second of it, eyes closed, mouth open in pleasure, as he kept kissing and caressing me.

Once the orgasm had gone, even without a word, I got off him gently, removed his boxers and took him in my mouth, gently at first, my eyes locked with his.

“You made quite a mess on my leg there,” he said, referring to my juices. “My wife is also like that. Dick’s still a bit sticky.”

I was focused on pleasuring him. No time to reply.

“Did you enjoy it? Did you touch yourself to us fucking?” I sucked faster. “I bet you did. I bet you came, too. You were in quite a state when I came out of the room. Sorry that I interrupted you, by the way.” He confessed he loved oral and his wife never gave it to him. “You were right: I would much rather finish in your mouth than the toilet. You’ve ever swallowed loads.” I nodded my head quickly, not willing to interrupt my actions. “Sorry, I’m going to let you focus. You are doing wonderful by the way.”

He put a hand behind my head to caress me. I was on my knees, incredibly submissive. “Where were girls like you when I was a teenager? Any of these guys could have gotten that. Their loss, my gain I guess. Sarah I’m going to come.” He stood up from the chair as he prepared to come. He sounded and seemed incredibly excited. He started panting and moaning, then a few seconds later, he said he was coming and starting shooting his semen in my mouth. I swallowed as best I could, every wave he shot, until he was clean.

I felt proud. I had done it. I had satisfied a guy sexually. Better yet, I had gotten one of the best orgasms of my life, and it was from touching only.

“Good little girl. One of these days, I swear, I’m going to use your pussy.”

“Okay.”

“You’ve heard what I can do. But for now, I think you need some rest. And I think I need to get back in bed. I think I’ll fuck her again, while thinking about you. One last thing,” he said as he helped me stand up. “Show me your pussy.” He lifted me, and put me on the kitchen table. I lowered my panties and spread my legs to expose my pussy to him. Pink, fleshy, small, soaked wet.

“Please fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me like you fucked your wife, pound me like you pounded her…”

“Oh so you heard that too…” he said. “Tempting. Very tempting.

“Please fuck me. Please, please, please,” I begged him. I rubbed my clit, then stuck a finger in me, then I started licking it gently.

“You really are a little something, aren’t you?”

“Please…”

“You’d never tell my wife?”

“I swear!”

“I’d need to have a hand over your mouth so you don’t scream too loud.”

“Please, please, fucking fuck me, please,” I begged again, breathing heavy and fast, his dick now completely hard.

“One condition,” he replied. “You let me finish in you, and you go to sleep with my cum dripping down your legs.”

“Deal!” I immediately said.

In one move, he jumped over me and over the table, then got in me. He slid in so incredibly easy, despite being so big, I was actually a bit shocked. “How could I resist a little eighteen-year-old pussy?” He fucked me deep and hard and very soon, I was moaning and panting. He put a hand over my hand as he promised and after a couple of more thrusts, I came, moaning so much he had to use both hands to silence me, my whole body trembling.

Then he said: “You’re not gonna leave me like that like my wife, will you?”

“No sir,” I replied.

“You wanted to get fucked, you are going to get fucked. You’re so fucking tight!” I thought I was quite loose, so perhaps wondered in what state his wife was. He fucked me harder and deeper, hitting my cervix and I winced in pain. I figured a good way to make him cum was to dirty talk to him.

“Maybe you should get your wife to clean me after?”

“She doesn’t like giving head.”

“I can see now why she got tired from sex. Damn you’re strong.” He seemed to like it. “She kept saying harder, harder. I understand now.”

“You little slut, getting fucked on my kitchen table. We’re going to eat breakfast on it tomorrow.”

“Every time you’ll have sex on it, you’ll think about me.”

“You should date my son. We’d see one another.”

And when he started that, I started moaning again. I like to play fantasies in my head and I imagined fucking both the son and dad. If his son was as big as him.

Soon I couldn’t control it and his hands muffled my second orgasm. He came right after, deep and hard. He said he was coming deep inside so it would take some time to drip out, and I would go to sleep feeling his cum running down my legs.

We kissed and he helped me put my tank top on, but insisted I didn’t put my panties on. “That was amazing, Sarah. Your pussy is absolutely perfect. I’d want to fuck it again and again. We’ll see each other soon. Good night.”

I went down with that big, big satisfied smile on my face. He told me later what we had done was so hot he had to wake his wife up upon returning to bed and fucked her.

As for me, I went back downstairs feeling super happy. I didn’t care about these young idiots rejecting me or going to other women. I had just gotten orgasms so strong I was on a cloud.

The host of the party, the son, was still standing, one of the few people who wasn’t sleeping or passed out.

“Sarah I was starting to get worried, you’ve been gone for so long.”

It was the host, the dad’s son, and I think he immediately noticed I was a bit different from just an hour ago. I was no longer the timid, shy, frustrated little Sarah. I was a confident, tall, smiling young girl who felt she had an amazing body. The way his dad complimented me and then fucked me…

“I thought you had passe…”

“That was an amazing party, Josh. “I hugged and kissed him, my perky breasts which his father loved so much right on his chest. “You haven’t found anybody tonight?”

The cum was starting to drip down. Thankfully it was dark.

“What you mean?”

“A girl.”

He stood silent for a bit, then said: “No, I haven’t found any girl tonight.”

“Do you want one?”

His eyes opened: Josh was average-looking, but had some charm, and quite timid when it came to girls. I went to kiss him and he kissed me back.

“Sarah, what’s happening with you.”

“Hold me,” I ordered him. He did. We kissed and I was pushing so hard we walked a few steps back. “Remove my tank top,” I ordered.

“Sarah are you su..”

“Do it,” I ordered again, and he lifted my top to reveal my breasts. He looked at them with big excited eyes. Same father, same son they said.

“Where’s your room?” I asked.

“Just here.”

We ended up on his bed. “You deserve a little something for organizing this party, no?” I undid his jeans and sucked him. He lasted way less time than his dad, coming straight in my mouth without warning. I swallowed instantly. Strange to think that while I was sucking him, I had the same material that had made him in my cunt.

By then, the cum was well below the middle of my thighs. I wanted to swipe it again, then figured how hot it would be to have sex with Josh with his dad’s cum still in me. I kissed him as I caressed his dick and as he touched me, he must have thought it was just juices on my pussy, which was mostly right.

“Damn you’re wet,” he said. Josh was a bit older than me, not quite a virgin, but only, well, long-term relationships and girlfriend, until he had found himself single about a month ago.

As soon as he was hard, I mounted him and, on top, rode him until he came in my pussy, his cum replacing his father’s. I kept thinking about how wrong it felt, but I was so turned on, drunk and horny that I couldn’t control it. He didn’t last nearly as long as his dick, nor was he as good, but the fact I was riding that particular dick was enough to mentally arouse me more than anything.

We fell asleep in bed, naked, cum still dripping down my legs.

That was the day that cemented who I was: a total slut.

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