Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06

... sprang free. It was as thick as a tree trunk, the spongy skin of the tip smooth and inviting.

I hesitated. Was I really going to go through with this? Once I did, there was no turning back. I'd be a...

... cocksucker.

That was what my wife had called me when she'd teased me with her strap-on dildo. I'd savored the role, her obedient pet, on my knees, my lips trembling in anticipation, eager to wrap them around her hard cock. I could think of nothing else, wanted nothing else. Was nothing else.

What had she asked me? Did I want to challenge my boundaries?

There was only one now, and it was dangling in front of my face.

... I had to know. I just had to.

I looked up at Josh, opened my mouth, leaned forward and swirled my tongue around the tip of his hard cock. He let out a soft gasp and gently rocked his body forward. I opened wide, letting his hard cock glide into my mouth and dove forward, greedily devouring every inch.

I tried to reach the base... and failed. I pulled back, then dove forward again.

"That's it, babydoll," he whispered. "Take your time."

I reached up, planted my hands on his toned thighs and fell into a steady rhythm, working from the tip of his hard cock as I inched further and further to the base.

I relaxed my jaw, dove forward again and succeeded. I was rewarded by his deep moan. He reached down, placed his hand on the back of my head and guided me into a steady cycle. I lowered my hands to my thighs and let him use me, ...

... gently pumping me, working me like a new toy.

I looked back up at him, his obedient cocksucker.

His grip tightened, and he pulled me off his hard cock. My lips trembled and I reached forward, but was denied.

"Easy baby girl, let's save something for the grand finale."

I reached up, grabbed the base of his hard cock, stroked it and looked up at him. "S'il te plaît, Daddy," I begged.

He looked down at me, surprised. "You've got drive, are you sure you don't want to consider a career change?" he whispered.

I smiled devilishly as I tightened my grip. I could feel his body trembling. He was close. He was a professional porn star, and I'd already brought him close to cumming.

... maybe I should consider a change of careers.

He released his grip on me, and I dove forward, wrapping my lips around his hard cock again. I sucked hard, my lips forming a tight O as I savored the deep musk of his raw masculinity.

Would I swallow? I'd been so absorbed by his hard cock that it hadn't occurred to me. I could pull free, let him spray his salty seed all over my face and chest but how would I explain that to my wife? Would she notice?

No, I thought. It's my first blowjob. My first real blowjob. I want to be thorough. I want to swallow.

Were they still filming? If they were, they were in for a spectacular finish.

I sped up, sucking as my hand twisted around the base of his wet shaft. I had only the vaguest idea of what to expect, having never been on the receiving ...