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Since May he has visited my store. Three a.m. usually finds him strolling in…(who strolls at three a.m.)…to look at porn.
“I’ve just broken up with my girlfriend, you see.”
Understandable. “Please feel free to look around all you like.”
“Thank you. Do you like porn?”
“Yes, but I don’t generally buy magazines. The internet has such a wide selection,” I admitted honestly.
“Yes, true, but I love the magazines. It’s a bit more tactile. I like that.”
He went back to looking through the magazines, and I went back to being amazed at just how much he looked like my first love, Del. Surfer body, tanned, toned. Very nice.
When he’d chosen a magazine, he asked if I thought he could ever do porn. I told him it’s a bit tougher for men to get into it than women, but that maybe he could. I gave him some contact info for a company that might put him in movies.
He seemed amazed that I’d have such information readily at hand. I told him that I’d done a bit of porn, including a video. His already coy grin spread wider.
“If I show you my cock, will you tell me if I measure up?”
I allowed my sense of responsibility to get the better of me and told him it wouldn’t be possible…public store, security cameras, et c. Months have passed and he visits me weekly, peruses the porn with a tempting bulge ever present, and then asks me to reconsider, and every week I decline.
Until Kütahya Escort last night.
He’s tough to describe…very confident, bright, and always with that grin, somewhere between a knowing smile and smug smirk. When he came through the doors last night, his normal smile was about 60 watts brighter.
The air was charged and it seemed something was going to happen. I didn’t know what, though. I think I may even have been nervous. He looked through the magazines asking me over to look at certain images with him. I obliged. When he’d settled on a magazine, he came to my counter to pay, and upon doing so asked if I wouldn’t reconsider this time. I told him I would.
I led him to the back of the store, where it is somewhat secluded but by no means private. He unfastened his khaki pants and slithered out of his boxers leaving me to face the most delicious cock I’d ever seen.
It’s thick, though not too thick, tapering a bit at the head. It curves upward in the most perfect arc and stands at seven inches from the base to the head. His balls are shaved clean. I was in complete awe.
He asked if I might watch him stroke it. I said that I would and gladly gave him my full attention. Seeing how intently I watched, he said, “you can touch you know. I’d love if you helped.” To which I replied, “but I’m injured,” and held up my hand to show him my injured Kütahya Escort Bayan finger.
“You do have another hand.”
“Yes, I suppose I do.”
I took the shaft of his cock in my hand and couldn’t quite close the circle of my fingers. His skin was soft in contrast to his hard cock. I slid my hand from base to head and back, enjoying his hot flesh.
Stepping back a bit, I withdrew to continue watching him. He curled his muscular hand around his cock and stroked its full length. My eyes followed his movements closely while my mouth watered.
I was enjoying his show but I wanted more. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. I went to my knees. I leaned in and pressed the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and then slowly slid up to the head.
Gripping the base of his cock in my right hand, I leaned in close so I could take his full length into my mouth. I took it all in, once, quickly. Then I backed off a bit and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and sucked firmly, while flicking the tip of my tongue against the underside.
He moaned and put his hand on the back of my neck, tangling his fingers lightly in my hair and pulling me toward him. I put my left hand on his hip. I freed my right hand from his cock and ran it up the inside of his left leg, over his flexed calves and tight thighs. Every Escort Kütahya inch of his body was taut; he was a fine point of sensuality.
As my right hand reached his ass, also clenched tight, I pulled him to me. Pulling his cock into my mouth, so that my lips rested against the flat of his pelvis. His thick head pushed solidly against the walls of my throat, which in turned squeezed him tightly inside my mouth. I sucked hard, wanting him to feel me pulling deeply for his cum.
He brought his other hand down to the back of my neck and began to slowly thrust his hips, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I moved my right hand back to the base of his cock, gripping him like a cockring while he fucked my face.
His slow thrusts became more insistent. Between clenched teeth, he hissed ‘suck that cock.’ And I did. I tightened my lips around him, and sucked so hard, all the while sliding him faster and faster in and out of my mouth.
He moaned, “oh god” in a low growl and then immediately followed with “OH GOD!” much louder. I felt his balls tighten against my hand and his cock begin to spasm against my lips. His grip on my hair tightened as he pulled me toward him, pushing his cock down my throat.
He trembled and I could feel his warm thick cum spurting against my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed, savoring the taste of him. As his grip on my hair loosened, I pumped his cock a few more times, lightly, trying to milk him for all of his cum.
He shuddered again, and then relaxed, sinking against the wall behind him.
A minute passed, he smiled his electric grin at me and asked “where did you learn to do that?!”
“From a movie.” I said and winked.
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