Phil Petrol and His Massive Cock

“Oh my God, you’re naked!” I exclaim.

“Shhhhhhh!” Phil Petrol urges me to be quiet. I enter the board room and close the door behind me.
He gives me a big bear hug. He kisses me gently and sweetly. It doesn’t seem like the kiss of a desperate married man wanting to get laid; but rather the kiss of a smitten teenager.

Then he turns out the lights. It’s completely dark in this windowless boardroom.

“Nice thick cock!” I say to him.

He reaches for my shirt and raises it just above my left breasts. He moves my boob out of my bra and kisses it. He sucks on my nipple. He switches to my right boob, sucking on it ever so gently.

I return the favour to him. I gently bite his man-nipples. He winces. I can’t tell if it’s in pleasure or pain, but since he doesn’t say, “Stop,” I continue.

I take off my shirt, bra, trousers and panties. I press my naked body against his. It occurs to me that if the night janitor walked in, I would be in a fairly compromising position. I put that thought out of my head and tell Peter Petrol that I want to lay down.

I hadn’t realized how uncomfortable the carpet in the board room was until it was time to lay down on it. Phil lays next to me.
“Now I want you to lick my pussy,” I said to him, as if I were schooling a naughty kindergartener.

He positions his head between my leg and starts licking the area around my vulva. He’s obedient. I like that. He’s not exactly hitting my clit.

“Down, more, “I direct him. “Now to the left. Yes, right there.” He keeps licking me. “Now put a finger in me.” He sticks a finger in my pussy

I compare Phil Petrol’s pussy-eating style to the Shark’s. The Shark uses his whole mouth when he eats me out whereas Phil Petrol just uses his tongue which leads me believe that either he doesn’t know what he’s doing or he’s really not into it. And there’s absolutely no point in getting eaten-out by a guy who’s really not into it.

Then suddenly he gets a rhythm going. I feel hornier and hornier. I can tell when a guy is doing a good job eating me out, because I crave his cock inside me.

I push his head away from me.

“I want you to put the tip of your cock in me. Don’t go in all the way. Just the tip.”

“I can’t do that or I’m gonna cum,” he says.

“You won’t cum. Just the tip.”

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes,” I lie Oh my god, why did I just lie? “You won’t cum, just the tip,” I urge.

He obediently purses the tip of his cock on my pussy. He pulls away after a few seconds. He sits back. He takes a few breaths.

I place my hand on his cock. I move my hand up and down. He moans and sighs in pleasure.

“Don’t cum,” I say to him, “Now I want you to eat me out again.”

He moves his head between my legs and furiously licks my pussy. It feels amazing. His slow rhythms build up faster and faster. I’m screaming at him, “I want your cock. Fuck me now. I want you to stick it in me.” But he keeps licking. I cum loudly. He covers my mouth. He keeps licking even after I’ve cum, but I push him away.

“That was very nice,” I tell him

“Now, I want to give you a blowjob that you won’t forget. Don’t cum in my mouth.”

“OK,” he says.

“I mean it.”

I put my mouth on his cock. I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock then I take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. I bob my head up and down. I use my full lips to provide the ultimate suction. He moans, which indicates to me that he’s enjoying it.

I stick a finger up his asshole. He moans even louder. I keep sucking,

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” he yells.

Then I pull away.

“Wait, where are you going?” He questions.

“That’s just a taste of what’s in store.”

“Baby, you gotta stay. At least watch me cum.”

“Next time,” I say casually.

I quickly put on my clothes. I turn on the light. He’s standing there with a enormous hard on.

“See you tomorrow at work,” I smile and wave goodbye.

Date #13 Shark Bite

Date #13 Shark Bite

I kept thinking about how badly I wanted the Shark’s cock inside me. Why do I keep thinking about his cock? I had been thinking about it all day at work. While sitting at my desk, I kept thinking, “I can’t wait until he pounds me.”

He came over to my place after work. We went straight to the bedroom. We had about an hour of foreplay, during which he spent most of the time eating me out. His cunnilingus skills are excellent. I can’t really explain what makes someone OK and someone else excellent except that the Shark takes his time to get the job done right.

He would go down on me for ten minutes or so. Then I would cum really hard. Then we’d take a break, or kiss, or I’d suck his cock for a while. Then he went back down on me. We repeated this cycle over and over. By the time he had stuck his cock in me I had already cum 6 times.

When I did get his cock, it felt great. He came on my stomach and his cum dribbled down between my legs. Somehow, I really enjoyed that.

Date #11 Bob Saget’s Scandinavian Twin

Date #11 Bob Saget’s Scandinavian Twin

And I thought yesterday’s date was dog poo. Tonight’s date made yesterday’s look amazing. My date tonight was from Denmark. He looked like Bob Saget’s Scandinavian twin.

He was scientist and seemed very meticulous about everything he said. He would pause for up to a minute before he would speak. At first I thought this was related to English not being his first language. But then when he would speak English pour out of his mouth almost as if he were a native speaker.

He seemed to be quite fastidious. At the pub, he inspected his glass of beer for dirt. He kept looking down at my scar. It was just really awkward. The conversation felt forced. He seemed shy and reserved so I got the feeling that he didn’t like me or wasn’t attracted to me. I don’t know. He didn’t give me that warm feeling inside.

As soon as I left the restaurant I texted the Shark and said, “Finally, it’s over. Now when do I get your cock again?”

Date #9 The Fish Returns

Date #9 The Fish Returns

I don’t know if you could call it a date? It was uber casual. Or even an outing? We stayed in. But I had a second meeting (if that’s the mot juste) with the guy from work hereafter known as the Shark. See Fishing from the Company Pier

After grabbing some Indian Take-away we headed back to my flat. Even though I was starving I was happy to put my hunger on hold so I could feel his tongue on my clit again.

I sent the dog packing. I closed the door to the lounge, turned-off the TV, sat on the sofa and spread my legs.

The Shark unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down just below my knees. He pressed his nose against my pink-laced panties. I felt the warmth of his breath on my clit. He took a breath and then exhaled on panties. He slid my panties over to the side and began licking my pussy.

I had spend the weekend wondering why he’s come into my life. Ultimately, I believe that everyone we meet in a significant and/or emotional way is meant to teach us something. I kept wondering what his place was in all this? What will I learn from him? What is he going to teach me? What is the purpose of meeting him?

Maybe there is no higher purpose? Maybe it’s just fucking? Maybe as a woman I feel the need to arbitrarily justify wanting to have sex with someone I’m attracted to? Maybe I’m trying to put some cause or meaning to it because I’m tired of having sex that has no meaning? I don’t know. These are just things I’ve been pondering.

I came three times before we ate and once more afterwards. Whilst eating dinner we sat on the sofa and watched The Secret Millionaire. He cried at the end and it really touched me.

Even though the Shark and I have only been acquainted quite recently it seemed that our relationship has blossomed into part friend, part mentor, part lover and part father figure. It’s all very cosy. Very nice.

Still there’s something about him that scares me, but I really, really like it. And I’ve never been one to run from danger.