Untamed Passion

Back to work, I felt the crisis building, my hips tensed and I announced through gritted teeth my impending release. I hadn’t thought this part through and only at the last minute figured I ought to give some warning.

But she kept her lips fastened on me and I erupted a good five or six good loads of semen into her mouth.

She licked a little more, and then her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She answered with a text message. All I saw was “alAllood, be right with you,” and I knew we were done.

She fastened her bra back, her shirt came down and she looked like any college girl I might have met in any of my classes at university.

I made sure to thank her, but she was ready to go, maybe even a little sheepish at what had just transpired. I followed her to the street, handed her paper bag with the “complimentary roll” with great

expressions of gratitude. With her mask back on I couldn’t tell, but assumed she was smiling.

Her friend in the car looked relieved as she got in and they drove away with a wave.

My groin was warm and wet, along with the warmth radiating from my groin.

I was in business! I felt better than I had in weeks. I could live with this!

Over the next week, s I got my penis sucked by a variety of “clients.” One glorious week resulted in four successful sucklings on four successive days.

One time the girl didn’t want to suck me but jerked me off onto her bare tits, lovely soft melon-like orbs that drizzled with my leavings afterward. The image of a little drop of sperm clinging to one nipple as she buttoned her shirt up will not leave me. She even wanted kisses in thanks, but some part of my self-preservation instincts intervened. How bizarre is that? I’d let people I didn’t know fondle my organ, and suck my semen, but not provide a kiss or a hug?

I always took a shower afterward, maintained otherwise careful common-sense caution, and wore a mask unless asked to remove it (fairly often this was a requestcouple of of times I asked permission, always granted.)

Jared’s tune had changed, as you might imagine, and with every inch of being, g I resisted rubbing the success of my venture in his face.

Most were simple quickies, I rarely lasted more than ten minutes. Standing there, my erection out, watching and feeling an unknown girl do

wonderful things to my penis, it was beautiful.

One handsome dark-haired girl had a rather strange request of me. She insisted I pull my shorts and drawers down to my ankles, then had me squat on my haunches like a baseball catcher.

She then took me while on all fours herself, and the sight was quite captivating, her long lanky body in a sweater and jeans in front of me, ponytail bobbing about while she worked me. She reached under my balls and gave them a wanton workout, ffingertipsfingertips running crack, while she sucked me. My climax was unusually powerful.

When we were done, she stared at me carefully while I pulled my shorts up, her lips still shiny with semen.

“That’s my favorite way with my boyfriend. He squats at the headboard of our bed and I prowl up to him to take his sweet cock in my mouth. He loves it that way, and I have gotten to like it too. I get so wet when I do it.” She wiggled her hips.

I visualized what her long body would look like if we did this properly in bed, with no clothes on, and what seeing her back and naked ass would do to my arousal levels. I shivered with pleasure.

I considered a marriage proposal. Then the notion of assassinating her boyfriend.

I offered to “help her out,” not quite sure how I would handle this, but she shook her head.

“No, thanks. I’ll take care of things at home.” A smile and she was off.

Over the last eight weeks I have had my prick sucked fifteen times. I keep track, now that I am in business. No repeats, but no unsatisfied clients either. I have to tell you about two in particular.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

I got a response from “Ukraine” and we went back and forth a few times. Like many, she said she was missing her boyfriend. One of the other things I learned was to be deferential when this detail was revealed. “I know I can never replace him, never be like him, but I’ll try to come close,” I would say. “Treat me a little like a Zoom meeting, only I am real, not the same as the original article but close enough in these miserable times.”

Well, it turned out she was a real beauty. Long, lean limbs, and straight blonde hair almost to her waist, even before she took her mask off I knew she would be a knockout.

Her eyes expressed complete delight when she pulled my cock out, and she looked at it, stroked it, and admired it from every angle before giving me a satisfied look. She took me for a long time, sensed when I was getting close, and left off, to suckle my balls or play with less sensitive areas of my shaft until she thought she could go bluetongue-and-mouthwash work.

I was having a hard time keeping still, my hips pushing into her, I was desperate for relief, she felt so nice, and yet a good ten minutes went by before I erupted in her mouth. She nursed, lovingly, for another couple minutes, eyes closed, savoring everything, then gave me a sweet look.

“Any chance of seconds?” she asked, an exotic Slavic lilt to her words, arching those lovely eyebrows. I was spent enough to be honest with her, telling her likely not for some time. She looked disappointed, but another flash of brilliance hit me (I was going to be running out of this attribute, sooner or later.)

“Would you like a two-for-one special perhaps? Tonight only? I can maybe make arrangements with my associate.”

She nodded.

I texted Jared, told him I had a good client, and could he come outside and “deliver some more product.”

“huh?” he responded. I swear sometimes the guy had the brain of a gnat.

“do you want ur dick sucked or not?” “be right down.”

“wear a mask,” I added.

So the Ukrainian and I are chatting, my cock tucked safely, but wetly, back into my drawers, and Jared comes racing down the pathway. He stops and the two eye each other.

I moved to the side to make room for him. It felt safest if we had our backs up against the shrubbery, as far from sight as possible.

He whipped out his dick and the girl got excited.