His First Squirter
I lived with my boyfriend of 4 years upstairs in the same building as Wayne and his. We were all friends. I never thought of Wayne as anything other than my hot friend. Another sexy friend! But when my relationship ended, I was caught off guard and unprepared. Devasted, I was forced to leave my secure comfortable home and move into an empty apartment. It took me a few months to start going out again. One night, after not seeing anyone for a long time I ran into Wayne at a club in Hollywood. He was nice. He said I looked sad and he wanted to make me feel better – with an open invitation to his place…to talk or hang…whatever. Then I noticed something in his eyes. I was feeling aroused and curious. I felt differently about him for the first time. I started to get really hot. Yet somehow we both understood exactly what he meant. He was hitting on me! I got nervous. I can’t see him. He’s still a friend of my ex. He lives in my ex’s building. What if I’m caught sneaking over there? This was crazy! We’re friends. I can hang out with him. Platonic. He invited me over to his apartment anytime. Just to talk and hang. Friends. We exchanged numbers and I went home unable to stop thinking of him.
Suddenly I wanted to fuck him. I aroused myself for hours thinking about the erotic danger until I fell asleep. Long story short….
Eventually I went to his place for an after hours party. I knew he wanted something. I felt it to. Looking at each other through crowded rooms. I stayed till everyone was gone. We were alone. I can’t remember the exact moment we were first together. But we both silently agreed on the nature of our new relationship – Fuck buddies!
Somehow I started to suck his cock. It was exactly like I like. Clean. Straight. Thick. Hard. I loved blowing him. His cock throbbing in my mouth as he reached his tasty release.
Without pause he turned to me, lifting my dress, fingering tight wet pussy, sliding my panties off one leg. He’s behind me. Spreading my legs fully exposing my eager dripping pussy. He uses his mouth and hands, keeping me on all fours unable to move away or watch him. Working on me with purpose and know how! He knew he could bring me pleasure. But even he wasn’t ready for what happened next! Uncontrollably, I lost all ability to restrain myself…I came everywhere! Soaking his face, body, and couch.
So began our erotic journey. I believe I was his first squirter! He would call most every night with only one purpose in mind…. to get me off the best way possible! I drenched each cushion nightly after which he proudly set aside his cumm stained pieces knowing the longer they take to dry means his oral performance was closer to being perfect. He became obsessed with wanting to bring me to squirting orgasm quicker and with more ease every single time! Convincing me every time to let him discover & master what pleasures my body.
And each night I would go. He wanted to perfect his technique, which meant I would just have to reach insane pleasure every night. I must be dreaming’! And without fail he took me higher, faster, cumming harder every time and with every encounter…it got better, and better!
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