Confessions of a Cocksucking Queen: Part 1 – The Thrill [F] [oral]

I need to get something off my chest.

I love sucking cock.

Absolutely love. Love. Love. Love.

There is nothing on this earth, better than the rush I get from taking the most vulnerable and sensitive piece of a grown man into my mouth. And then having 100% control over him? That’s a high that nothing else rivals.

I don’t even need to sex afterwards, I cum just from the pure satisfaction of swallowing.

I wasn’t always so eager to drop to my knees. Initially, I thought it was only pride by me being the most skillful slut in any room I walked into. But a little while ago, something changed and hooked me on sucking cock to the point I don’t enjoy “normal” sex nearly as much as I used to.

And that thing is, “the thrill.”

Let me explain how I found it.

I worked at Planet Fitness. It wasn’t particularly big. It was mostly for old people on weekends, and stay-at-home moms on weekdays, being tucked pretty deeply in the suburbs. I was stationed at the desk, where every man that passed by made no effort to avoid staring at my tits on their way in or out. Even under that unimposing purple polo.

The women however, came for Emilio, our sexiest personal trainer. Emilio was tall, handsome and built like a freight train. Women tripped over themselves for his training sessions, and I couldn’t blame them. His muscles appeared irresistible, glistening in the fluorescent light. When sweat drips from his chiseled, sharp jawline onto his large chest, every woman in attendance swooned.

It takes so much effort to not hop over the desk and ride his cock until it breaks.

He and I always harmlessly flirted, subtly checking each other out across the gym. The difference was, I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to see him have a private workout just for me.

At least once a month, my best friend came home from university just to escape the stress. To clear her head, relax and get away from it all, then go back to class refreshed. I always take the chance to go see her, but this time, I had a shift I needed covered. Emilio covers the desk in between clients, and I only needed four hours of his time.

“Not a chance.” he laughed. “Mr.s Townsend pays me too much to quit.”

I scowled. He was probably getting paid to workout for thirty minutes, and then fuck her for twenty. “Why not?”

“Just can’t. Sorry.”

I’m not one for subtlety. And I also don’t like being told “no.” I lean over, and whisper into his ear. “I’ll suck your cock.”

I creamed my panties seeing his entire body freeze. Knocking all the confidence and bravado out of him and flat on it’s ass. “You’ll what?”

No hesitation, I repeat myself. “I’ll. Suck. Your. Cock.”

The bulge rising in his shorts was unmistakable. It was turning me on to the point I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off right now. Right at the front desk. Having an audience would make it more fun.

“You’re serious?” I could see every gear in his head spin. Just say yes, you beautiful bastard. What guy turns down a free blowjob? I mean especially from me!? Have you seen me? I’m gorgeous!

“Dead serious.” I say. “Plus, I kind of want to anyways.”

“And all I have to do is cover your shift?”

“Yup.” I lean into his ear again. “Hop in the mens shower, and I’ll… meet you there.”

He turned right on his heels and power walked his cute ass all the way into the bathroom. I licked my lips, salivating at what was to come. I pretend to go back to business as usual. After a minute of standing around, I grab whatever cleaning supplies are nearest me, and follow him in.

First shower on the left, there he is. Waiting for me. I step in, and close the curtain behind me.

“Holy shit.” he moans. “I still thought you were joking.”

“Well, you don’t know who I am.”

I’m wet and I haven’t even gotten started yet. I drop to my knees, and slide his shorts down. The most gorgeous cock I had ever seen greets me. Large, curved, a beautiful head, glistening in the light.

I waste no time. I fall to my knees, pull my hair back, and slide his shaft over my tongue. The running water of the nearby showers masked the noise of me sucking on his rod. The hustle of the gym concealed his moans. His breath picked up, his knees buckled. Those calloused hands of his held the walls of the shower trying to brace himself.

Before I’ve even gotten a true taste for it, his erection fills my mouth entirely. It was perfect. Perfectly sized. Not too big or too small. Curved well, with a gorgeous head. Large enough to deepthroat, but not too large where it’d hurt. I was in heaven, and could show him all the moves I had in my plentiful arsenal.

An easily overlooked part about cocksucking technique is this; sometimes, guys just want a show.

Men are visual creatures. Proper technique could get them to cum fast with little effort, but that isn’t much fun to watch. They want to hear me gagging and choking like I want their cum more than air. They want to see my eyes lock to theirs while I’m sucking them off. That I am breathing heavily after deepthroating so they think their cock is larger than they think. Whether or not any of this feels good is secondary. All they need is the memory to jerk off too later.

That “I had that girl just choke on my dick” feeling. You know what I’m talking about.

I won’t lie to you, I masturbate to me giving them a show as well.

Emilio’s eyes stared at mine while my mouth bobbed on his cock. My hand pumping wave after wave of precum into me, and like a good girl, I swallowed it all. With rhythm I shoved him down my throat, and back out again.

Where his eyes seemed to have a twinge of worry in them, I was trying my best not to orgasm. I loved every second of this.

And there I found that rush. That ecstasy. The Thrill.

At any point, with no warning, someone could peel back this curtain. They’d see Emilio with his pants at his ankles, and see me working up a sweat with a cock in my mouth. At our place of employment, no less!

It was such a rush of adrenaline, and my panties were drenched the more I licked his shaft from base to tip, and jerk him off while sucking on his balls. I wanted to make him cum as fast as possible so we could leave, but I also didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want anyone to know I was on my knees in the shower, but I also wanted someone to see me getting my throat fucked.

Part of me thinks that I am still chasing that high to this day.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck.” he groans. His hands grip the walls of the shower when I spit on his cock and then force it down my throat again.

“Cum in my fucking mouth.” I demand. “Let me swallow it.”

His hands bury themselves in my hair, and I feel him let go and shoot his load into my mouth. I drink the sticky white ropes gladly. Tastes sweet and bitter, like a hot dark coffee.

I lick my lips clean while he’s still staring off into space.

“That was- holy fucking shit, I’ve never had anything like that.”

First time? “Good. Thanks for covering my shift.”

“Any other shifts you need covered?”

“I’ll call you.”

I kiss his cheek, and leave the shower. Business as usual.

I ended up blowing him five more times soon after, and we fucked once. Only two of those times did I need shifts covered. The other three were just too much fun to walk away from. And well, we only fucked because I was so turned on that I needed him inside me. My clit felt like it was going to explode otherwise. He’s much better with his body than with his tongue. He ate me out twice and I faked an orgasm both times. With his cock, I finished three times before I begged him to finish in my mouth.

Unfortunately, we lost contact after we both left the gym. Which really sucked, because aside from the pretty cock, he was fun to have around. We still follow each other on Instagram, so he’s not unfamiliar to me. These days, he moved to New York City, oddly enough broke into the modeling industry, and has a pretty cute girlfriend.

I wonder if she sucks him off like I did? I doubt it. I still smile everytime i get a notification of him liking my most recent selfie. I wonder if he still thinks about me blowing in the showers. I know I do, it’s still a fun memory. Each time I masturbate to the memory, I imagine him doing the same.

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