John
I had split up with Paul some months prior. I meet John, a 6-foot, good looking Canadian, post grad in Manchester, who I had a short relationship with.
… … … …
I was sitting in the middle of John’s living room. I had gone to the bathroom to freshen up; when I returned, soft Jazz music was coming from the stereo and he’d lit some tall red tapered candles on the coffee table. A typical romantic mood setting cliche.
John was trying so hard to get in my pants. We had spent the last few hours at a nightclub. He had convinced me to come back to his place around 2:00 in the morning. Though it didn't take to much convincing, if I'm honest.
My ears were still ringing from the loudness of the music at the club and my voice was feeling hoarse from having to shout over the music throughout the night.
"Nice music” I said him.
"Yeah, I like Jazz" he stammered.
"Candles, music, you hope to entice me out of my pants?" I said in a teasing manner.
"No, I really like it!" he said.
"Admit it.” I said, raising an eyebrow as I looked at him. I sat down next to him and started to rub his lap with my right hand. I could see his bulge grow. He moved his lower body to adjust for the growing tightness in his jeans.
Clearly embarrassed, he confessed. "Aw, Emma. You got me. The mood is supposed to get you all hot."
"Well, you don't really have to try so hard to get me 'all hot.' I said, as I unfastened his jeans. My hand went for the zipper and I slowly pulled it down. My eyes looking down into his lap.
"Oh, wow" he simply said.
Without saying a word, I got off of the sofa, sat down on the floor and pulled down both his jeans and his underwear. I tugged them over his feet and tossed them on the floor. John was completely stunned, having had his pants pulled off so quickly. We had only been in his room for about 15 minutes and he was sitting on his sofa on his bare ass, his hard cock in the air.
"Oh my God, I wasn't expecting that!" he said.
"Mmm...I guess your mood setting did the trick" I said huskily.
"Don't you want to take it slower, Emma? I could caress you a bit first, you know, if you want?"
"You're talking too much. Just close your eyes and prepare to get some intimate kissing." (it’s what I like to call Oral Sex).
My hands kneaded his thighs; my fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when my nails touched them. I grabbed a pillow from the sofa to put under my knees so I could be comfortable. I reached up into his lap.
"Oh God Emma! Your touch feels so good."
"You like my hands on your cock? Wait until my mouth is on it, I’ve been told, I have very warm lips!"
"Oh, Fuck." he simply said.
I decided that the time for conversation had ended, and I brushed my hair against his bare thighs. I caressed his thighs with my hair, making sure to get my silky hair all over his balls and erection as well.
I paused for just a second to remove my t-shirt and black lacy bra, I hoped John would love to see my bare tits. They were growing, but still small at that time.
"Touch my breasts" I said in a low, husky tone. His eyes had been closed, so he hadn't realised I was topless. His eyes bulged when he got a look at my small naked breasts; he gently touched me. I enjoyed the attention and the sensation of his hands squeezing them.
I returned to my kneeling position on the floor, and spread his legs apart. I spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as I did this.
He let out a soft moan when I softly kissed one of his balls, then I kissed the other one; I was also stroking his thighs with my hands. He started breathing hard. I tenderly licked his balls. I used my tongue to move them all around; my lips kissing his sack, up to the root of his cock.
"Oh, Emma!" He didn't seem capable of saying much else. I love hearing my name spoken during acts of pleasure.
Starting at the root, I worked my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. I gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down his shaft. When I knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, I finally put my lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with my hand, I slowly lowered my mouth over his hard erection, getting it deep inside my mouth.
I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his lap, getting my hands under him and squeezing his bottom. His breathing was getting heavier; I knew he was enjoying my ‘Intimate Kissing.’ I stopped for just a second so I could answer a question that might have been on his mind.
"When you feel close to orgasm, don't worry. I swallow!"
A first-time partner will be unsure if you’ll "spit or swallow," so I feel it’s appropriate to mention this at the time.
The only time I don't swallow is when I want to have a facial. I do love it all over my face and hair for a special treat every once in awhile. But this was my first time with John, I wanted him to savour the experience of being sucked off and, if I'm honest, I so desperately wanted to do it - I love Oral most of all.
He began to buck his hips up and down; I stroked the root of his cock with my hands and swallowed his shaft again. Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, my actions now had him fully aroused. He was sweating; I could feel it on his thighs, brushing against my face. He kept groaning, as I became more firm with my sucking.
"Oh, Emma, Oh, feels good..." he moaned.
"Mmm...Mmppphh...UM!" I said back. It’s hard to really say anything verbally with your mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair.
John’s groans got louder and his breathing more desperate. I firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from my mouth as I fondled his heavy balls. These began to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was getting closer. I sucked and licked him lovingly, while stroking his balls. I looked up; his eyes were tightly shut, and his clenched hands were by his side on the sofa. I reached for his hands and placed them on the back of my head, letting him grasp my hair if he wished.
"Oh...Emma...I'm gonna cum soon, I can't hold it much longer..."
I didn't answer him; I just continued sucking him. My pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his shaft; His cock was rock hard and throbbing; I could feel him shaking, he was getting ready to cum.
"OH! Fuck! OHHHHH!" the contractions began, and his erection flexed. I focused my mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick. Then the explosion came.
I have given many Intimate Kisses, but his was a very intense rush. The intensity and amount of cum was difficult to handle. I bobbed my head up and down, as I started to swallow.
He grabbed my hair so tightly, I lost some of my hair to his hands. His grip was painful, but I didn't mind, I knew the orgasm he was feeling was really intense.
As my body was slowly changing to one I should have been born with, I will sadly, never know the feeling of a woman’s orgasm. However, I knew exactly what John was feeling at that moment.
Spurt after spurt shot into my mouth. I was able to gulp most of it down, but some of it came out of my lips. His own cum mixed with my saliva, as I licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly trying to swallow all of him.
I struggled to breath through my nose, which was buried in his pubic hair. I kept his erection in my mouth after his orgasm ended.
He let go of my hair and he completely collapsed, spent and drained.
I lovingly stroked his thighs, as I slowly withdrew my mouth away from his cock and gave his head a soft, parting kiss.
I leaned back on my knees and looking up at him. I teasingly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, to show an empty mouth.
As I closed my mouth, I gave him a teasing Smile and a wink.
He looked back and as he exhaled hard. He said “You were right, you do have warm lips”
We both laughed.
***
Some non-interesting facts about me - Whenever I've had my hair cut, hair-dressers have always commented that I have very soft hair and whenever giving Oral, I've always been told, I have very warm lips.
… … … …
I was sitting in the middle of John’s living room. I had gone to the bathroom to freshen up; when I returned, soft Jazz music was coming from the stereo and he’d lit some tall red tapered candles on the coffee table. A typical romantic mood setting cliche.
John was trying so hard to get in my pants. We had spent the last few hours at a nightclub. He had convinced me to come back to his place around 2:00 in the morning. Though it didn't take to much convincing, if I'm honest.
My ears were still ringing from the loudness of the music at the club and my voice was feeling hoarse from having to shout over the music throughout the night.
"Nice music” I said him.
"Yeah, I like Jazz" he stammered.
"Candles, music, you hope to entice me out of my pants?" I said in a teasing manner.
"No, I really like it!" he said.
"Admit it.” I said, raising an eyebrow as I looked at him. I sat down next to him and started to rub his lap with my right hand. I could see his bulge grow. He moved his lower body to adjust for the growing tightness in his jeans.
Clearly embarrassed, he confessed. "Aw, Emma. You got me. The mood is supposed to get you all hot."
"Well, you don't really have to try so hard to get me 'all hot.' I said, as I unfastened his jeans. My hand went for the zipper and I slowly pulled it down. My eyes looking down into his lap.
"Oh, wow" he simply said.
Without saying a word, I got off of the sofa, sat down on the floor and pulled down both his jeans and his underwear. I tugged them over his feet and tossed them on the floor. John was completely stunned, having had his pants pulled off so quickly. We had only been in his room for about 15 minutes and he was sitting on his sofa on his bare ass, his hard cock in the air.
"Oh my God, I wasn't expecting that!" he said.
"Mmm...I guess your mood setting did the trick" I said huskily.
"Don't you want to take it slower, Emma? I could caress you a bit first, you know, if you want?"
"You're talking too much. Just close your eyes and prepare to get some intimate kissing." (it’s what I like to call Oral Sex).
My hands kneaded his thighs; my fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when my nails touched them. I grabbed a pillow from the sofa to put under my knees so I could be comfortable. I reached up into his lap.
"Oh God Emma! Your touch feels so good."
"You like my hands on your cock? Wait until my mouth is on it, I’ve been told, I have very warm lips!"
"Oh, Fuck." he simply said.
I decided that the time for conversation had ended, and I brushed my hair against his bare thighs. I caressed his thighs with my hair, making sure to get my silky hair all over his balls and erection as well.
I paused for just a second to remove my t-shirt and black lacy bra, I hoped John would love to see my bare tits. They were growing, but still small at that time.
"Touch my breasts" I said in a low, husky tone. His eyes had been closed, so he hadn't realised I was topless. His eyes bulged when he got a look at my small naked breasts; he gently touched me. I enjoyed the attention and the sensation of his hands squeezing them.
I returned to my kneeling position on the floor, and spread his legs apart. I spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as I did this.
He let out a soft moan when I softly kissed one of his balls, then I kissed the other one; I was also stroking his thighs with my hands. He started breathing hard. I tenderly licked his balls. I used my tongue to move them all around; my lips kissing his sack, up to the root of his cock.
"Oh, Emma!" He didn't seem capable of saying much else. I love hearing my name spoken during acts of pleasure.
Starting at the root, I worked my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. I gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down his shaft. When I knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, I finally put my lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with my hand, I slowly lowered my mouth over his hard erection, getting it deep inside my mouth.
I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his lap, getting my hands under him and squeezing his bottom. His breathing was getting heavier; I knew he was enjoying my ‘Intimate Kissing.’ I stopped for just a second so I could answer a question that might have been on his mind.
"When you feel close to orgasm, don't worry. I swallow!"
A first-time partner will be unsure if you’ll "spit or swallow," so I feel it’s appropriate to mention this at the time.
The only time I don't swallow is when I want to have a facial. I do love it all over my face and hair for a special treat every once in awhile. But this was my first time with John, I wanted him to savour the experience of being sucked off and, if I'm honest, I so desperately wanted to do it - I love Oral most of all.
He began to buck his hips up and down; I stroked the root of his cock with my hands and swallowed his shaft again. Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, my actions now had him fully aroused. He was sweating; I could feel it on his thighs, brushing against my face. He kept groaning, as I became more firm with my sucking.
"Oh, Emma, Oh, feels good..." he moaned.
"Mmm...Mmppphh...UM!" I said back. It’s hard to really say anything verbally with your mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair.
John’s groans got louder and his breathing more desperate. I firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from my mouth as I fondled his heavy balls. These began to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was getting closer. I sucked and licked him lovingly, while stroking his balls. I looked up; his eyes were tightly shut, and his clenched hands were by his side on the sofa. I reached for his hands and placed them on the back of my head, letting him grasp my hair if he wished.
"Oh...Emma...I'm gonna cum soon, I can't hold it much longer..."
I didn't answer him; I just continued sucking him. My pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his shaft; His cock was rock hard and throbbing; I could feel him shaking, he was getting ready to cum.
"OH! Fuck! OHHHHH!" the contractions began, and his erection flexed. I focused my mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick. Then the explosion came.
I have given many Intimate Kisses, but his was a very intense rush. The intensity and amount of cum was difficult to handle. I bobbed my head up and down, as I started to swallow.
He grabbed my hair so tightly, I lost some of my hair to his hands. His grip was painful, but I didn't mind, I knew the orgasm he was feeling was really intense.
As my body was slowly changing to one I should have been born with, I will sadly, never know the feeling of a woman’s orgasm. However, I knew exactly what John was feeling at that moment.
Spurt after spurt shot into my mouth. I was able to gulp most of it down, but some of it came out of my lips. His own cum mixed with my saliva, as I licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly trying to swallow all of him.
I struggled to breath through my nose, which was buried in his pubic hair. I kept his erection in my mouth after his orgasm ended.
He let go of my hair and he completely collapsed, spent and drained.
I lovingly stroked his thighs, as I slowly withdrew my mouth away from his cock and gave his head a soft, parting kiss.
I leaned back on my knees and looking up at him. I teasingly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, to show an empty mouth.
As I closed my mouth, I gave him a teasing Smile and a wink.
He looked back and as he exhaled hard. He said “You were right, you do have warm lips”
We both laughed.
***
Some non-interesting facts about me - Whenever I've had my hair cut, hair-dressers have always commented that I have very soft hair and whenever giving Oral, I've always been told, I have very warm lips.
4 years ago
What a great story, you clearly have the skills and should definitely flaunt them! xxx