Mmm. The Engineer. This man is about 5'10, blonde crew cut, strong builder's body, eyes the colour of the mid-morning sky, and a voice like buttah. And his cock…8 inches of thick uncut marvelousness. This wasn't the first time I'd sucked his cock. We'd had an encounter a few months earlier at his office up north of where I work–and it was then that I realized just how much I needed to learn how to deepthroat…and the Engineer's cock was the cock I wanted to pop my deepthroat cherry. We chatted since then, but never seemed to click until this week. Christmas Eve, he was off and I was getting off work early–so we decided to meet up at his office again.
The first encounter was at night–in the daytime, it was way different. It felt naughtier this time around, like one of his employees would walk in on us while I had his thick cock in my mouth. I walked in, and he was sitting there with a noticeable bulge in his jeans…we chatted for a moment, and then he undid his belt and I felt myself getting wet at the thought of getting my first lesson in how to deepthroat.
Friends, there is nothing more empowering to me than being able to bring pleasure to a man. The Engineer's low sexy groan when I took the swollen purple head of his cock in my mouth and started to slowly go down as far as I dared…oh man, I was so turned on. I felt the tingle of my nipples getting hard under my bra, and I reached up to start tweaking them. The Engineer moaned again, and I popped the clasps on the back of my bra so he could reach under my shirt and start feeling them. I disengaged and leaned back with my shirt up, and he slapped my nipples with his cock like a pornstar. I'd have let him go on like that–he wanted to cum on them–but no, I wasn't going to be denied my prize.
I went back down on him, and managed to get a few millimeters farther before my gag reflex kicked in and I had to go back to focusing on that swollen head again. I began to hum as I bobbed in short strokes and tensed my tongue to tease the underside of his cock. I eased his jeans down a bit more and gently massaged his tight balls as I gave the head of his cock alternating hard sucking and gentle licking, which made him moan even more and put his hands on my shoulders. I went down as far as I could a few more times, slowly, as he moaned. I tasted the first drops of salt on my tongue, and knew that I was about to get my reward. So close…I grabbed the Engineer's asscheeks and eased him farther in, and I felt his legs start to shake.
Fuck, I'm getting wet thinking about this.
He groaned, and I felt his cock throb as his seed spilled over my tongue and off the back of my throat. I kept sucking, milking every last bit of cum from the Engineer's cock, reveling in the sound of his groans and the silkiness of the head and the salty taste of his cum.
I was so fucking horny–but I had to head home, and he had to go out for some last-minute Christmas shopping. We hugged and agreed we'd do it again sometime–soon. I still had his smell on my clothes when I left, and it drove me wild with lust. I finally had to pull over to the side of the road and reach down to rub my poor swollen clit, possibility of cops be damned. My orgasm was small, calm and breathless–but it was enough to tide me over until I got home and could give myself a proper orgasm, the Engineer's name on my lips as my body shuddered and shook with the force of an uncontrolled storm of lust.
Damn, I can't wait until my next lesson.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3y9inc/f45m41_the_widow_and_the_engineer_deepthroat
I have once taught a women in the fine art of deepthroating. She gave me the best BJs I have ever had. From time to time, she would cum from just blowing me. Oh what a woman that was. I hope you enjoy the many lessons to come.
Sorry, but you’re enormous. You’ve confused "BBW" with morbidly obese.
Don’t be jealous just because I obviously get more action than you do, sweetheart.
Honey, you can’t even see your own junk. You wash with a rag on a stick and are unable to even wipe yourself. Good god, you’re morbidly obese. It’s disgusting. The ONLY men you attract and get "action" from are Fetishists and those with no other viable options. These are facts. You have such an amorphous shape that your gender is in question.
Thanks for confirming that I hit a nerve. You have a nice day now–hopefully you move out of your parents’ basement soon.
Cupcake, you didn’t "hit a nerve". You’re hitting a buffet. People like you make me so happy about the choices I make and glad I’m not, literally, eating myself to death and value my health. You’re enormous, huge, gigantic, disgusting. You’re a cloven hooved, cow eyed, barnyard bovine. You should add "Livestock feedbag" to your Amazon "wish list". Lol I’ll make it easy for you: http://www.amazon.com/Outfitters-Supply-Classic-Leather-Feedbag/dp/B00M8F8ZTS/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1451160143&sr=8-9&keywords=feedbag It’s specially designed to allow you to breath while you’re inhaling the enormous amounts of food you’re ingesting. Lol You can also add a Scootie to your "wish list": http://www.amazon.com/Shoprider-Scootie-Wheel-Compact-Scooter/dp/B000O5G47O/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1451160479&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=Scootie+puff+motorized+chair
Clearly I did hit a nerve, if your sole reaction is to up the abuse in the hopes that you’ll engender a hostile reaction. But it’s clear now that you’re just a pathetic man-child who’s lashing out just because you can’t get laid (or even get a blowjob, for that matter) if you ran naked through a whorehouse with a stack’s worth of Benjamins plastered to you, so I’ll just give you the last word. No need to thank me, by the way–my mother raised me to be kind to the intellectually-challenged.
Honey, do you have mirrors in your trailer? Do you realize what you look like? How morbidly obese you are? How pathetic it is? That you have no excuse and no one to blame for your "condishuns" but yourself? Lol This just gets better and better. Your comments are ironic for someone who barely has a GED. WTF would anyone want a barnyard animal like you to touch them: particularly in a sexual way? It’s repellent. It makes my stomach turn. Edit: Beauty is an OBJECTIVE standard. If it weren’t than buttergolems, like you, would be Victoria’s Secret Models and in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. As you can see they don’t have women of "size" modeling there, and never will. They’re not healthy, appealing or attractive.