The Memoirs of luv2suck

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[luv2suck]

It was my first real world job - working as an intern in a small accountancy firm. The boss was Greg. Married to a ravishing beauty who bore him 3 equally pretty girls. They pop by the firm every now and then.

Then there was another intern called Jack who was very athletic but what can I say about him - all brawn and no brains. He made far too many errors in his work and I often covered up for him. That week he made one major major mistake and begged me to cover up for him with the promise that he would make me feel real fine with his tongue. I am a sucker for a good strong tongue that could bring me to multiple orgasm, so I agreed. Bad thing was a permanent staff checked and discovered the mistake. I was called in by Greg after the rest of the staff had left for the day. He interrogated me. At last, having no other ways of covering up for Jack or myself, I broke down in tears and admitted that I knew about the error but helped Jack cover up. He was so angry he almost threw me out of his office. But being the gentleman that he was, he tried very hard to keep his cool and reprimanded me very sternly and then he said, "I have to terminate your internship. Pack your stuff and leave before I do."

I fell to my knees and cried, begging him to reconsider. Having one's internship terminated would have a very negative bearing on one's character and ability. I moved to the other side of his desk and kneeling in front of him, continued to plea with him. He turned his swivel chair to face me and asked why he should reconsider. I gave him all the reasons I could think of but nothing moved him. He was a man of principle and he thought that was the right decision and best thing to do.

Then staring into his eyes, I blurted out, "I don't mind losing the internship but I don't want to miss seeing you every morning." Greg was speechless and mumbled incoherently, "Um...what are you talking about ..... I am a married Catholic guy."

I continued to look into his eyes and became more determined, "I have a crush on you, Greg. I think about what you look like without your clothing. When I play with myself in bed, you are always on my mind. I think a lot about what your dick looks like." He shook his head, "But I'm your boss. And I'm married. I don't think this is such a good idea...you don't know what your are saying." My determination did not wane. "I know that. That's why it's perfect. I have a thing for older married man. They just need to get off. No strings attached. That suits me very well." I could see that he was starting to panic.

I placed a hand on his leg, high on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. "It doesn't have to mean anything. I can just suck you off. Make you feel good. Satisfy both our urges. You like a good blow job, don't you? Does your pretty wife suck your cock?" Greg must have thought I was one bold woman. It was disarming him. My hand must have felt good on his leg and the thought of a blow job must have been really enticing to him since there was no outright rejection to my proposition. I just stared straight into his eyes and moved nearer to him. I was now kneeling between his outstretched legs. I placed my hands on his crotch; he didn't make any effort to move my hand away. His penis wasn't hard, so there wasn't much to feel. But I like it nonetheless - cos I have won half the battle.

He had a look of confusion. In frustration he placed his arm over his eyes and laid his head back on the headrest of his chair. I knew he wanted it but had to shut out the world so he wouldn't feel so bad.
Then I unbuttoned his pants and began to lower his fly. He placed his free hand on my arm in a weak attempt to try to stop me. It didn't work with me. I knew he was being indecisive so I continued opening his pants. I blew lightly on his crotch. I nuzzled my nose on his groin through his white cotton Jockey underwear. Slowly, I extricated his flaccid cock free from his underwear. I held it in my hand and slowly let my tongue slide across his cock head. "Oh no, no. Oh my God, please don't," he let out softly.

But I didn't stop, couldn't stop. I have imagined this scene many times when Jack was bringing me to orgasm with his tongue. I can't let this stop now that I have gone this far. Looking up I saw that Greg kept his eyes shut with his arm covering them. Soon, I had his cock completely engulfed in my warm wet mouth. Surprising, his cock was still completely soft. I guessed he was too uptight to get erect but I wouldn't give up. I continued to suck on his soft cock. After what seemed like a pretty long time, there was some reaction. His cock plumped up and was semi-erect in my mouth. He began to give out soft moans and his hips started moving, pushing his half-hard cock in and out of my mouth. Within seconds, his cock became completely erect.

Encouraged by his reaction, I started to show him my skills by deep throating his 5.5-inch cock. I knew that a man truly appreciates having his entire cock swallowed, giving the warm wet sensation to the entire shaft. I gave him just that and he became more relaxed, his body began to slouch back into his chair and his legs opened up wider to give me better access. I could tell that he was now completely enjoying the blow-job.

I took a short break from sucking his turgid cock and concentrated on his hairless balls - they weren't very large. I took both his testicles into my mouth and swirled them around with my tongue while I jerked his pulsating cock. I resumed sucking his pulsating cock and held his balls with one hand, cupping them in my palm. They felt heavy and I wondered when was the last time he had sex with the wife. I caressed them gently as I slathered spit all over his shaft. Then I went for the trophy, alternating between slowly sucking his cock fully into my mouth and quickly sucking up and down like a piston. It was driving him wild and within minutes his body tensed up a little. I knew he was close to unloading his pent-up seeds from his heavy balls.

When I tugged at his balls lightly, he grunted, "I'm going to cum." Afraid of filling my mouth with his sperm, he braced himself for me to pull off, something I guess most women would do. But that didn't happen. Seconds later, his balls released their brew, which travelled up his throbbing pipe and out the hole at the tip of his cock head. He warned me not to stain the carpet. He thought I was going to pull his throbbing cock out from my mouth. But I wasn't pulling off and neither was he. His cock twitched violently in my mouth and then it happened. I felt the first spurt of cum shooting against my throat and then the second. He continued to flood my mouth with spunk and I was expertly taking it all in, careful not to spill any of it and staining the carpet.

I looked up at Greg and saw that he had moved his arm away. He was staring at me, his cock in my mouth shooting his baby-makers and me taking all of it and swallowing them, not spilling even a single drop. His eyeballs almost popped out and his mouth opened in amazement. I knew then that his wife had never done it the way I did. I continued to stare into his eyes as I suckled every last drop from his twitching cock. He placed a hand on my head and stroked my hair. For a few moments we both enjoyed the afterglow of the incredibly well executed blow job. I continued to suckle on his deflating cock as he stroked my head while watching me intently.

Our euphoria was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. His wife was on the line. He answered, fully aware that my lips were still wrapped around his cock while he spoke with his wife, making arrangements for dinner. I let him deflated cock fall out of my mouth. I stood up and adjusted my ruffled hair. I walked back to my seat and waited. As soon as he hung up, he put his spent cock away and zipped up his pants. I looked at him and said, "thanks for keeping me. All you have to do is let me know when you need my help and I'll be here."

[FarkeeYou]

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[duakoyo]

Please continue sis

[Socket]

Very nice encounters!!

[tuikboo]

Ts thks for your fantastic write up. Really very good read.
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[CombatRation]

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[luv2suck]

I was working late in our London office during a short assignment away from Hong Kong. When I was done I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 11.20pm. I called for a uber cab which arrived a short while later.

I got into the front seat and he introduced himself as Jeremy. He looked like in his early 20s (later I was to find out that he was only 21) and covering for his father. We started talking. As I sat, my short skirt began riding up my thighs and pretty soon my panties were somehow exposed. I tried to pull my skirt down and that was when I heard him say, "it's okay, I have seen many but I must concede that your panties are some of the sexiest I have seen." And then he gave out a whistle.

I left my skirt and looking to his side saw that he had a major bulge in his pants. I teased him and said he had one of the sexiest bulges I had ever seen on an uber driver. He smiled and asked if I like what I saw. I gave out a whistle.

Soon, his free hand went to his crotch and was trying to unbutton his pants. He was having trouble so I said, "Let me help," and leaned over to get the buttons undone.

I fished around inside the heated interior of his crotch and felt a soft, warm mass there. I pulled down his underwear and brought out his cock and balls. His dick was short but growing longer, protruding from a sheath of thick brunette pubes. His scrotum was also furry with hair, though not to the same density as his cock.

A distinct aroma arose from his crotch, a mixture of sweat and funk that was like an aphrodisiac to me. I planted my nose between his legs, right up against his cock and balls, and inhaled deeply. He let out a quietly sensuous moan as I sniffed in his privates. His dick grew to a respectable 5 inches, with the promise of more to come.

A drop of clear fluid had gathered at the tip of his dick. Was it sweat, piss, or pre-cum? I allowed my tongue to dab at it and then brought it into my mouth, tasting. It had the rich, hormonal taste of prostate fluid.

His cock was now standing out of his pants. The car bounced across rough spots and I had to grab his thigh to steady myself. I allowed my mouth to descend over the mushroom cap of his cock. It had a delicious taste, one of salt and spooge and something else, something that smelled like a room where fucking had just taken place. It tasted like sex, and I know that's an inadequate description but I don't know how else to describe it. It tasted like excitement and lust and hormones gone crazy.

I used my tongue to probe at his piss slit, teasing out more of his precious precum. And then I licked at the juncture of the glans, allowing my tongue to explore the ridge cap and lick under it, getting every last bit of flavor I could dredge from that spot before descending into the warm nest of his pubic hair, his shaft filling my throat. His hand found the back of my head but he didn't push. He merely held it there as I bobbed up and down on his erect cock.

I continued doing that, going up and down on his rod while frantically swallowing spit so I didn't drool over him. I would lift off his cock to swallow, then plant my face in his balls, licking at the sticky, smelly flesh of his scrotum, feeling his balls rolling beneath my tongue. And then it was back to his cock, which was at full mast now and flowing copiously with fresh precum.

I looked up at him and he had his eyes on the road, thank God. A faint, Mona Lisa smile creased his lips, as if he were concealing his lust from fellow drivers. I went back to work on his fuck pole.

To think a 21-year-old would let me do this to him – it caused a surge of lust to chill through me, making my pussy which was already wet to tingle. I wished I could raise his thighs and let my tongue and nose probe deeper into his pubes and balls. In my mind's eye I saw him between the V of my legs, that dark hair streaming over his eyes as he gently wedged his crotch into the valley of my crack, his cock-head finding my cunt-hole as some kind of homing instinct kicked in, and then young Jeremy pushing gently, but firmly, as my cuntal muscles relaxed to let him inside and use me for his pleasure. I could see him pounding, pounding, the sweat dripping off that friendly face, as his cock plundered my hole, his balls slapped against my ass, his breath scorched my shoulder and face.

I heard him gasp and without any warning, a huge geyser of sperm erupted into my mouth. At that moment he did push, his hand holding my head in place as he emptied his balls into me with a series of powerful, muscular spasms. He uttered a squeaky declaration of joy as he pumped me full of his batter, and I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to let a single drop of this kid's precious juice escape my sucking, grasping mouth.

Despite the AC, it was hot as hell inside the car. The engine did not change timbre. We bounced along through the night traffic as if nothing was going on. But I was wheezing through my nose, still trying to suck in all his pearly spew, and he was breathing heavily, the air hissing out of his nose, not his mouth, as if he were afraid he might let some sound escape that would alert fellow drivers that yes, he was getting his dick sucked, and yes, he had just spewed an epic load of cum down the throat of an Asian slut.

Finally the steel in his rod began to soften. I licked and sucked at his diminishing cock, then licked his balls, getting hair in my mouth. His hand left the back of my head and began tucking his package back inside his pants. I sat up and ran my tongue over my lips, pulling the odd pubic hair from my teeth. I took a deep breath and let it out with a satisfied sigh. I loved it when these boys let me do them. You can almost taste their innocence, and I've got to say, once they get a little experience under their belts they really do taste differently. The cum of a guy who's had his dick sucked 10 times tastes a lot different from a first-timer. There's something richer, and cleaner, about that first time. Jeremy definitely tasted like a first-timer.

[JasonTanTerry]

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[luv2suck]

Here's another story of my stint in London. It was a Friday night I was too tired to do anything except hit the sack. Work had been a bitch and my brain had turned into a block of ice. All I wanted was to eat and fall asleep. The next day I was going to be on my flight back to Hong Kong.

So when I walked through my front door I tossed my handbag onto the sofa, took out my phone and called the number of the pizza place that was on a business card-sized magnetized sticker attached to the front of the refrigerator. I ended up ordering pizza - not something I ordinarily would eat for dinner.

I got out of my work clothes and put on a loose fitting overused t-shirt over my thongs. I was braless.

In less than 30 minutes the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a young guy standing there holding a thermal bag. He didn't look a day over 16 and I was surprised a pizza place would employ a delivery boy so young. He was about 5-foot 10, with coarse dark hair that hung toward his eyebrows and covered the tops of his ears. He wasn't skinny but lean, his torso narrowing at the waist and widening to accompany his hips. I checked out his basket and saw a hint that something was there – nothing huge or outlandish, but definitely something I wouldn't mind seeing in the flesh. He was wearing the company polo, cargos and tennis shoes. I noticed his legs were hairy – I like that in a guy. And he noticed how under-dressed I was.

"Mdm?" I heard, and realized I'd been staring, and he'd been speaking, and I hadn't noticed it at all. "You ordered a large Hawaiian?" I nodded my head.

He stepped inside the door and followed me to the kitchen. I started looking for my purse but I realized my handbag was on the sofa in the living room. So I slowly sashayed into the living room, letting him ogle my half-exposed ass under my thongs. As I opened my handbag I thought to myself that this kid was eminently fuckable and that if I failed to get into his pants my life would be sadly diminished.

I grabbed a 20 from my purse. The pizza cost 12.95. I told him to keep the change – he was that beautiful. It was going to be hard, eating a pizza when what I really wanted to eat would be walking out the door soon.

He thanked me and turned to leave. Almost in a panic I spoke up, "Before you go, can I ask you a question?"

He turned and said, "Sure. What?"

"How old are you?"

He smiled knowingly. "I get that a lot. I'm 18, but everybody thinks I'm 15. Apparently I have a baby face."

"Yeah, well, hang on to that because it will serve you well through life. They shouldn't, but people really do judge you by your looks. And you look terrific." And as he stood there blushing, I decided to go for broke. "So terrific that I wouldn't mind having a little sausage with my pizza." I pursed my lips and gave him a 'come fuck me' look.

He said in a quiet and suddenly sly voice, "It's the end of my shift so I guess it doesn't matter. I wouldn't mind getting a blowjob."

I simply dropped to my knees, right there on the kitchen tile, and motioned for him to come over. He approached me and his fingers were pulling at the snap on his shorts, but I brushed them aside and got it undone myself. I pulled the zipper down and then grabbed his shorts at the hips and pulled them down. A wave of heat and teen musk rolled out as his underwear came into view – not boxers like a lot of guys wear today but boxer briefs, the front of which was bulging noticeably as pizza boy firmed up for some Friday night fellatio.

I pulled down the briefs and his odor saturated the air, giving it an almost palpable stink of musk and sex. I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch. As his dick sprang into view I was delighted to see it was perfect in almost every way – neither thick nor thin, a fine pink helmet capping off a shaft adorned with a trace of blood vessels, and a hefty pair of balls that hung in a hairy scrotal sack. He had not shaved his crotch, thank God, and his thick mass of pubic hair was dark as night.

I buried my face in his crotch, sucking in lungfuls of that superheated, musky aroma as I pressed my lips against his shaft. It continued to harden and now jutted across my cheek as I tasted his pubic hair. I took his cock in my hand and used it to rub against my forehead, my nose, down around my chin, my throat, and then back up to my nose, even poking the head against my nostrils. He had begun to leak precum and I dabbed my tongue at the piss hole, tasting it, as if I were butterfly sampling his nectar.

His hands found the back of my head as I descended on his cock. I swallowed him all the way down, until I could feel his balls on my chin. I had sucked bigger cocks before – I estimated his was about 6 inches – but so much of what I get out of sucking a cock depends on who's attached to it. This boy was smoking hot and the knowledge that it was my throat his pretty little cock was buried in gave this suck job so much more meaning.

My hands found his ass cheeks as he began fucking my face. Between the two of us – his hands wrapped around my head and my hands wrapped around his butt – we became a kind of single entity. He jammed his cock down my throat and I sucked for all I was worth, pausing to swallow spit and take a deep breath before plunging in again.

His fucking motion became more urgent. He opened his legs a little and my fingers began working its way down to cup his balls in my hand. He began pounding at me, thrusting not just his cock but his entire crotch into my face, grunting boyishly as he did so.

The minute my finger tickled his balls, he moaned loudly and thrust the hardest he had thrust, his balls drew up and a massive load of cum was injected directly into my throat as he cried out ecstatically. I could feel his cock pulsing as more sperm shot out, and I pulled back a little because I wanted some of it my mouth so I could taste him. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft as more spasms of spew coated my mouth with creamy white load.

He was panting and making little puppy dog yips as I caressed his testicles, licking and sucking and tasting every little bit of spooge that flowed out from his cockhead. His cum was neither sweet nor bitter – it tasted almost like almonds.

It was over before it started. I'll bet he didn't last 5 minutes. He sighed contentedly and stepped away, his cock falling out of my mouth as it began to soften and return to its normal state. He pulled up his boxer briefs and shorts. That's the saddest sound in the world – the sound of a zipper being zipped up after a hot session of sucking.

"That was awesome," he said, shaking his head, as if he'd just completed some death-defying act. "There's more where that came from," I told him, getting up off the floor. "You know where I live. You know my phone number. I've got a million ways I can make you feel good. That was just one of them." He nodded and said, "I will do that." Together, we walked to the front door, where he embarrassedly thanked me and scooted out the door, as if he were afraid I would give him a goodnight kiss.

I went back inside. I sat on the sofa and played with myself until I had multiple orgasm with the help of my own fingers. I could still taste him in my mouth.

I had a feeling I'd be eating a lot more pizza.

[qifantasy]

sis is so unbelievable that u have such encounter

[Garbine]

Nice updates sis!