Stairwells are one of my go-to places for slutty, desperate quickies and I always feel so dirty when I do it in one. This is a recent story about spur of the moment things good girlfriends do for their horny men.
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I had finished work and was going to buy groceries and the cat a new hair brush before I headed home, so I shot over a text to the boyfriend asking if he needed anything, as I would be passing his workplace during my errands.
“do u need anything hun”
“Besides a blowjob? Umm dont think so”
We had been staying up late the night prior sending each other sexy selfies so I got him a coffee before I headed over.
He greeted me with hugs and kisses and a salad that he had gotten made for me. I always get nippy at around 4:20 pm. We munched on the salad together and chatted about our day. He took my hand resting on his leg and slid it up onto his crotch and told me that he had been thinking about the pics I had sent him last night, now look at what I did to him. I just started my period and that particular night my tits were at their peak emulation of balloon, so I had sent him a set of tit pics (from perkiest to flattest nipples) from an undershot, telling him about how I was picturing his cock sliding up between them and dumb shit like that. He suggested something about a stairwell but I was embarrassed and said that “It’s February people are still taking the stairs to try to keep their fitness resolution” but that was bullshit, nobody was around. I said I would just see him later. He felt bad for not working when he had things to do and went back to it, promising to take me out for drinks later.
Before I left I checked in with mutual friends at work, hanging out for a few minutes. As I made my way out I saw the boyfriend in the hallway so ran in for a last goodbye because I can’t play it cool.
I clutched his shirt as he held me close for a last kiss goodbye. Wordlessly I cupped his crotch and he turned and led me down the hall to the stairwell.
We explored each flight to check it out, I found each flight to be empty and with the doors locked, so I guess we were pretty safe. I had been wearing my winter coat and carrying a purse though so I stopped to catch my breath. He pulled me close and I touched him through his pants again. He was still hard, even harder than before in fact. I wasn’t as afraid now so I quickly pulled his belt and pants apart and crouched down.
I wet the tip of his dick with a few brief, vapid sucks, then turned to the rest of his length with long licks with the flat of my tongue. I didn’t need to hold it up with my hands, it was so stiff. Sufficiently lubed, I took his cock into my mouth and proceeded to work him up and down.
Although I tried to keep the noise to a minimum the soft slurping echoed in the cement stairwell. I heard tiny groans from above me as I bobbed back and forth. I wanted to make him cum quickly, so I pulled all the tricks that I know makes him cum instantly. I closed my mouth more tightly around him, licked my lips to make his dick glide more easily between them. I could feel my body growing hot, my face was flushing, and my purse was swinging wildly so I dropped the coat and purse on the floor as quickly as I could, his dick still in my mouth. I pulled his pants down further, my chin bumping into his ballsack, and continued to slurp up his yummy hard cock. I felt his hands brush my hair and I pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. His hands smelled like lemons.
I was holding onto his legs for balance as I was bent over awkwardly at the waist. My long hair was getting in my face and in my mouth and I didn’t want to detract from the blowjob and break my rhythm again. I looked up at him awkwardly as if to ask for him to move my hair aside. What a stupid angle, I couldn’t even meet his eyes. I tucked my hair behind my ears myself. I needed to make him finish before we got caught or he was missed for too long.
Stupid angle, I couldn’t get him much further into my mouth, so I arched the back of my tongue to the roof of my mouth and let the front tip flop down, and let his hard cock push into the raised part of my tongue. He moaned and wordlessly begged for more of that, I could tell because my mouth was full of his twitching dick. On the pull out I sucked and slithered his dick, swirling my tongue around him and flicking the tip. I formed this soft but firm resistance with my tongue and gently fucked his cock with this pseudo-pussy, always making sure to suck on the way out, and trying to gasp in little breaths of air whenever I could.
He was being so good, standing so still and letting me work him. I had one thing on my mind, and that was to make him finish before too long, but I needed to pleasure him deeply and not cheaply. Forsaking my breathing and untouched mascara I angled my head and bent over even further to let more of him in my mouth until his dick touched my throat. I didn’t change up anything I did, he was loving the pattern I was giving him, I just gave him more of it.
I was disappointed that he couldn’t see much of the goods from this angle, he couldn’t see my tits straining to bounce out of my bra, or my dumb vacant expression. I had been blowing him for a few minutes thus far and was wondering when he would cum. I recalled a picture he had sent me the night before when I asked him to show me what my big swollen tits did to him, the “before” pic so to speak, and the consequent “after” pic — would his cum gush and spill over this time again, out of my mouth and down my chin, like it did down his hand, all thick and gooey? As if he had been reading my mind, his dick twitched deep from inside and the back of mouth started to fill up with cum. I almost coughed it up, and the quickening caused my throat to surge with sweet, runny cum. His dick pulsed gently in my mouth in time with the pulse in my sweaty hands, still gripping his legs. Cum was running down through his shaft and I gulped it down.
His breaths were fleeting now and I let out a sigh when he finally stopped cumming. I licked him clean and tucked him away. His hard on was still apparent through his pants. It probably wouldn’t be noticed as long as he didn’t stand still. I stood up, feeling so pleased with myself for giving him a orgasm quickly. He seemed so dazed that he barely kissed me back when I jumped up a couple of steps on the stairs and gave him a peck with my just-fucked lips. When I finally met his sparkling eyes he gave me the fun, mischievous grin we always share when we pull off escapades in places we shouldn’t get caught in.
It wasn’t the first time we’d gotten naughty in that particular stairwell and it won’t be the last, I’ll make sure of it.
When I got home and assessed the state of my mascara (Estee Lauder Sumptuous Volume smudges, unfortunately) I also checked my teeth for lipstick (it had mostly worn off but it had left a nice stain that still gave my lips some color). There was a flake of black pepper stuck in my front teeth from the salad! I had been walking around the grocery store with that there! I texted the boyfriend, “I had a flake of black pepper stuck in my teeth the whole time I was giving u a blowie!” He replied with, “So that’s why it felt spicy”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7wi3ca/stairwell_slut_fmpuboralmedium
Great story, will read again.