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Servicing to Completion
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Servicing to Completion We had chatted on another website before and had made tentative plans to meet, but my lack of a working cellphone at the time made him decide to call it off. Last night we chatted again. As before, he asked me for a face pic and made it clear he wanted to be serviced with no reciprocation. And since my phone is working again, he gave me his number told me to text him to get his address. Well, my cellphone is working again, but it gets lousy reception inside my house, so it took me a couple of tries in the garage and yard to get the text to him. He replied immediately, and I hopped in my car, started it, and tried to type the address into the car's GPS. No match. He had followed up with a number of texts clarifying the location, which was generally familiar to me, so I started off. He asked me to text him when I was near to his place. It took me about 20 minutes to get to the main street near his place. I stopped at one intersection to get my bearings and saw that the street sign was Fourth St. Since his street was a slightly higher number, I figured I was close. I continued on and before long saw his street name on the right. I turned in and tried to find his house number. It was dark, though, and his mailbox was obscured with ivy. I texted him that I was on his street, but I had to drive up and down a couple of times trying to decipher house numbers, stopping at one point to let a car pass me before continuing on. Eventually, he made a voice call to me and said I had parked right outside his place, then had moved on. I turned the car around and headed back to that location, nearly missing his dirt driveway before backing up and pulling in. I made my way to his lighted porch and he immediately opened the storm door to let me in. In his pictures, he looked a lot like Antonio Banderas in his prime, but in person he was taller and slender and even more handsome. He led me into his bedroom, turning lights down dim as we went. He threw a mat on the floor and told me to kneel on it, facing the bed. I did so as he pulled off his shirt and dropped his cargo shorts, standing in xjust his boxers. I asked if he needed me to strip too. He said "no." He sat on the edge of the bed and said "start here," indicating his nipples. I leaned forward and took his already erect right nipple in my lips while I pinched his left nipple between thumb and forefinger. I suctioned his right nipple and slowly twisted his left, but he told me "just the tip of your tongue." I followed his instructions to flick his nipples slowly with my tongue and with my wetted fingers. He told me that I would be working his nipples the entire time that I was servicing him. After a while he leaned back on the bed, letting me work his nipples with my thumbs while his tempting package lifted toward my face. He told me to lick his cock through his boxers. My mouth went down on the form of his shaft, wetting the fabric with my saliva and tracing my lips up and down the length of his cock. I loved the feel of the cotton filled with growing, hardening cock flesh. As I traced the form of his cock from base to tip, my lips slipped off the fabric and found the head of his luscious cock poking out from the leghole of the boxers. I started sucking the head, peeling the leg of the boxer back to suck more of his cock. As I concentrated on his dick, my fingers forgot to work his nipples. He pulled my hands to his pecs, warning me not to forget his nips. He took a hit of poppers, wet his fingers and rubbed the saliva on his nipples as I started flicking them again. He moaned in satisfaction. Before long, he stood and let his boxers drop. His full eight inches stood at attention, making my mouth water. He sat again, making me work his nipples while his cock poked out, untouched. After more nipple and a hit or two of poppers, he told me I could start sucking his cock. I went down on him, working my lips over the head of his cock, then down to the base. I made several passes up and down his shaft, deep-throating him and letting my tongue out at the base of his cock as I did. He let me do this only for a short time before pulling his cock out of my lips and telling me "lick my nuts." With my hands still glued to his chest, thumbs slowly flicking his long nipples, my mouth went down to his hairy balls. I started sucking the left nut into my eager mouth, but he chastised me, saying "I said 'lick.'" My tongue started sliding all over his scrotum, covering every inch of his cum-filled nuts. He asked me if I liked it and I started moaning as I worked those musky balls, tongue traveling under them and around to the base of his cock. He was taking more hits of poppers and moaning himself. Once I had worked his balls liberally, my tongue moved onto the side of the base of his shaft as I licked up and down. He told me to continue licking up his cock. Moaning and flicking his nipples the whole time, I let my tongue travel up and down the sides of his shaft, onto his balls, then back up again. More licks covered the underside of his shaft. His cock was at full attention, and I loved the sensation of working it under his explicit directions. He ordered me to suck it again. I started to slide my mouth over the head and down the shaft, but he ordered "just the head; swirl your tongue around it." I obeyed, gently touching his nipples the whole time. My tongue worked in a circle around the rim of his cock, then stopped for a little extra stimulation on the underside of his cockhead. His moans let me know he liked that best of all. I continued, my mouth suctioning the head of his dick to keep his cock fully erect. He pulled out of my mouth, saying he was close. He asked if I was ready to service him to completion, swallowing his creamy load. I nodded my assent. He told me to keep on working his nips and the head of his cock. He pushed his cock tip into my waiting lips. I kept on the thumb and tongue movements that had brought him to the brink. He inhaled more poppers and sighed. I could tell he was about to erupt. He told me not to miss a single drop. I felt the convulsions of his shaft as he came in my oral cunt, my lips wrapped around his cock head. He let out a groan of satisfaction as his dick continued to pump fuck cream onto my tongue. When the shudders of his cock had subsided, I swallowed, tasting his creamy, copious jizz gliding down my throat. I tenderly parted my lips and moved my mouth down to the base of his shaft and moved it up slowly, milking his shaft to ensure that every bit of his<b> sperm </font></b>spilled onto my tongue. When I had finished, he popped his cock out of my lips and said "thanks." As he stood and started dressing again, I asked if I could do anything else for him. He said "no," repeated "thanks," and ushered me to the door. I could feel a puddle of pre inside my jockeys as I left his place, his cock fully satisfied and mine still aching for release. I had serviced him to completion, under his complete sexual control, and now the memory of his handsome face, his just-hairy-enough body, his verbal domination, his nipples, and his large, meaty shaft would have to suffice for my sexual pleasure. |
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