A Blowjob For My[f] King[m] [str8]

Backstory: This is a fictional story I originally wrote for my ex who we’ll call Kay. We are both 18 and in the same high school. This takes place at his house afterschool. We were often a quite sexual couple, although we never went further than oral & mutual masturbation. Seeing as he was the one to introduce me to this subreddit, if you see this Kay, hi.

I arrived to Kay playing video games on his usual chair, a wooden armchair with carved handles, that he calls his throne. I walk over and give him a kiss, and say hi to his parents, who are watching a movie in a nearby room, before heading upstairs and changing into more comfortable clothes. I walk back down to Kay’s game room, wearing a possibly slightly too revealing tank top with an open sweater on top, accenting my breasts. I’ve also put on yoga pants, accentuating my hips and ass like I know he likes.

I walk into the game room, and sit down on the futon next to him, my mind already starting to drift to fantasies of him fucking me in one way or another. It had been a long day, and a lot of it was spent thinking about all the ways he could tease me, instead of paying attention to class. My eyes start to drift up and down his body, starting with his brown hair that I’ve always found adorable, his broad shoulders, and strong arms, so good for pinning me down, down to an always present pair of jeans. My mind instantly switches to how badly I want his cock in my mouth. I let my mind think about this for a few minutes, my eyes still drifting along his amazing body, and he certainly catches me checking him out a few times, to which I just wink at him, making him momentarily lose focus.

Finally, the fantasies are too much for me to handle. I walk over to him, stand in front of him, and let my eyes slowly drift down his body, coming to rest on his crotch. I spread his legs and kneel down in front of him. As he realizes what I’m suggesting, his eyes widen, a smile forms on his lips, and he mutes his mic. I look up at him with pleading eyes, and ask, “May I suck your amazing dick until you cum down my throat daddy?”

He has to pause and take a deep breath before his eyes drift down to my breasts, and he manages to respond “please”

Despite his already showing bulge in his pants, I start by teasing him, trailing my fingers up his thigh circling around his crotch, and down the other thigh before making circles back up, this time stopping to rub his erection through his pants, and whisper “Oh, Kay, I want you so badly”, barely containing my need to feel his dick in my mouth. I pause, look up at him and with a little smirk on my face say “I’m here to pleasure you sir, what would you like”, pushing him over the edge of being able to handle my teasing. He quickly undid his pants and boxers and slid them down to his ankles, before saying “this”, grabbing the back of my head, and pressing my head down, forcing me to take his full length. I gag a little at first, but then moan quietly, which I know is his weakness. He rocks his hips up into me, and I press them back down, coming up for air and saying, “let me do the work for you, my king.”

I start licking the tip of his penis, tasting the addictive taste of his precum on my lips, as I start a steady rhythm with my hand at the base of his shaft. I switch to teasingly kissing his dick, doing my best to make him crazy with need. Make him take control out of pure need. I pause the kisses, but pick up the pace of my hand as I look up at him and say, “I’m yours daddy, feel free to touch me.”

Before I can even take his cock in my mouth again, he has reached down, grabbed my sensitive pussy, and whispered in my ear, “does my slut want my cock in a different hole”, before shoving my head down onto his dick, holding it there, and fucking my throat as hard as he can. My moans of pure need come out muffled but still plenty audible enough to push him over the edge as he gasps out, “I’m going to cum”, right before shooting his warm load down the back of my throat.

I swallow his load, and sit up, out of breath, my hair a mess. I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand before giving his tip another kiss and whispering, “God, if it feels that good in the back of my throat, I can’t even imagine how good it will feel ramming against my cervix.”

Thank you for reading. This is my first published story, I genuinely do welcome both positive and critical feedback, and if you’d like to hear more stories, let me know. I do also have some non-fiction stories I could share if you’re interested as well.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/t1c1sa/a_blowjob_for_myf_kingm_str8