“How did she talk me into this?”
My car pulled into the parking space of a dimly lit lot. The rain had lightened to a mist. It was cold. Barely above freezing. I could not believe I was here. I recalled our conversation.
“You’re going to love it,” she said. “Listen, I know how bad your break up with him was. He is an asshole for cheating on you. It’s been 3 months now. You deserve a little fun. There’s nothing wrong with it. I’ve been myself a few times.”
My shocked expression made her pause.
“You didn’t think I’d have you do something that I hadn’t already checked out, did you? Come on. You know you want to. I promise there’s nothing to worry about. It’s totally safe. You’ll make some money and have a blast, I promise.”
I stepped out of my car and paused. “I could just go home,” I thought. “No. She’s right. YOU deserve this. You put up with him for three years. Then he cheated on you with that bitch from work. No. You ARE doing this.”
The goosebumps came as I reached for the door. I could not tell if they were from the cold air or my nervousness. I stepped into a well-lit anteroom. I could tell the building was old from the floors, but the updates had made it seem modern. Couches lined the room like a waiting area at a restaurant. Seven men sat around talking. A receptionist sat at a desk in the front of the room. Her dark hair framed her face beautifully. She looked up with her blue eyes through the black frames of her glasses.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Uh, yes, I have an appointment in 10 minutes.”
“I see,” she smiled. “You may go in. Last room on the left.”
Suddenly I became aware that the talking had stopped. I felt all of their eyes on me. I turned and flashed them a quick smile. As I walked down the hall, I could feel their eyes follow me. I had their complete attention. My heels echoed off the wooden floor with each step. My hand reached for the door and I noticed it was shaking. When I touched the knob, I felt a pit in my stomach. “How did she talk me into this?”
The room was dark. My eyes took a moment to adjust. A small lamp was the only source of light. A TV hung on the wall and there was a small chair in the middle of the room. I took a seat and noticed a light switch on the wall. A small placard read “Flip Switch When You Are Ready To Begin.”
“This is it. No stopping now,” I murmur under my breath. The switch made a very distinct ‘click.’
I sat down on the small chair. It was surprisingly comfortable. I crossed my legs to keep my dress from creeping up. I heard a shuffling of feet outside the door and the sound of a door closing. Then silence. I waited. Nothing. I picked up the TV remote. The screen cast a light onto the room. My eyes adjusted. Sex. People fucking their brains out appeared before me. The sounds of their scene filled the small room. I turned away. Then I saw it.
Sticking through a small hole in the wall was a miraculously hard dick. I was a little surprised to see my hand reaching for it. I suddenly became aware that I was no longer nervous. My fingers touched the shaft and felt its taut skin. It jumped in response. The cold I had felt melted away as heat began to radiate outward from my body. Wrapping my hand around its length, I began sliding up and down.
“She was right,” I thought. “I deserve to have fun.”
I knelt down and brought mouth to the engorged head. I paused. My mouth was watering. I realized how bad my body was craving this. My tongue extended and traced the perimeter of the head. I felt the saliva building in my mouth. I parted my lips and let it enter.
A muffled moan came from the other side of the wall as I gently licked and sucked. I worked my mouth up and down; swirling my tongue the entire time. My hand never stopped. It was glistening from my own saliva. I thought I heard more moaning from the fuck session on the TV only to realize that it was me I was hearing. I was moaning and sucking this stranger’s cock like I had needed it my whole life.
He was so hard. I was so wet. I could feel that my panties were soaked. My left hand dropped down and slid up my dress to find my saturated underwear. I slid my fingers under my panties and into my dripping pussy. I withdrew his cock from my mouth and stuck my fingers in. So warm. So wet.
I stood up. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed. I lowered my panties and raised my dress. As I neared his cock, I could feel my own juices running down my leg. There. There it was. It was thick. The head pressed against my entrance and I paused. “Oh fuck,” is the only thing I heard from the other side of the wall.
I slowly pushed back. He entered me. Stretching my lips around his member. I kept pushing. I felt him push farther in. Past my g-spot. I slowed down. Farther. I felt the cool of the wall against my ass. I felt so full.
I hesitated a moment to relish the feeling, but the feeling disappeared. I felt his cock withdraw from me. Before I realized what was happening, it slammed into my depths. I collapsed my body against the wall separating us. He began to pick up the pace. He became a piston, pumping in and out of my body. Filling me completely each time. My breaths quickened. I felt a heat building from inside my groin. Faster. I could not think. I could only focus on him going in and out. Using me. Hotter. My legs began to quiver and my ass began to tighten. My hands went to my knees to support me. That’s when I lost control.
The heat in my pussy exploded all over my body. Waves of hot pleasure roared out of my depths. I could not believe this feeling. I barely noticed the knocking on the other side of the wall. I pulled off of him and turned. His dick was throbbing and dripping my juices. I tiny stream of precum trickled out of the tip. My knees hit the ground. The cocktail our juices made tasted so good as I slid my mouth up and down, sucking as hard as I could. I wanted it. All of it.
I felt the heat. It was like a hot ingot of steel. His moans harmonized with my own. Then he erupted. I pushed him to the back up my mouth and let him shoot straight down my throat. I felt each hot rope as I swallowed again and again. I kept sucking. His moans lessened and I removed his cock from my mouth. I cleaned it up with my tongue and gave it a small kiss on the tip. I heard myself say “Thank you,” as he withdrew and disappeared from my sight.
I looked up for the first time to see that the switch was flipped back down. I stood up and removed my dress. My breasts sprang free. I flipped the switch again and sat down in the small chair. My fingers found my clit. Another cock appeared through the wall.
“She was right,” I thought.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cfaa7z/taking_a_friends_advice_blowjob
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