You know what’s also better in person, the visuals. Porn truly can not capture the pure awesomeness that is looking down at a girl on her knees, sucking you off. There’s just something about it that makes me throb harder within Bridget’s wet embrace.
Then there’s her eyes, those piecing blue eyes of hers, staring back up at me unwaivering…
Fuck!
Every little thing she does conspires against me, making it harder to hold back the inevitable. From the sights, to the sounds, even the pleasure of how she sucks and uses her tongue. It’s all far too good, and the last thing I want to do is cum so soon. Not only will it be embarrassing for me, but it will mean missing out on more of this.
I’m a greedy guy, I’ve never disputed that fact, and as such want to enjoy ever moment of this bliss while I still can. Who knows when I’ll get to experience anything like it again?
As inexperienced as I am, I know it won’t be very long now. Honestly, I’m surprised I’ve even lasted this long. Still, I give it everything I have, bring every ounce of willpower to bear, fending off the tide. Even if it’s only for a few moments more, its worth the effort.
To that end, I grit my teeth and tense my muscles. One hand, the one steadying myself on the shelving, grips painfully tight. My knuckles turn white, the metal digging into my fingers. The pain serves as an interesting contrast to the pleasure, not neccassrily helping though.
There’s a glint in Bridget’s eyes. As unused to interacting much with others as I am, I don’t know what it means, not for sure. Excitement, eagerness, if I had to guess, but also something more than just that. Whatever, it is, it spurs her on to redouble her efforts.
The girl’s eager, slutty mouth slides further down my shaft. I throb as she takes me into her throat. The more she takes, the less and less there is for her hands to work. Instead of stroking my cock, they hold onto me by the thighs, acting as a lifeline as she bobs her head up and down.
She gives it her all, she really does. I’ve never seen her do anything with such commitment before. Every bob has her going further down my shaft, leaving more and more of it glistening with her spit. Then finally, her nose presses against my crotch, my pubes tickling her face.
HOLY FUCK!
Without flinching she deep throats me. To do so for a cock my size must be no easy feat. Still, she doesn’t bat an eye, taking it like a champ no matter how it fills her throat, nor stretches her lips.
GLAK, GLAK, GLAK!
The sounds filling the tight space couldn’t be any lewder. Nor louder for that matter.
They’re now less of a sucking, and more of a thick, wet squelching. I can see why as she continues, too. As it turns out, deep throating is not a very cleanly act. Not only does she leave my cock absolutely coated in saliva, but herself as well.
Her drool drips down her chin, leaving dark spots on her shirt. She can’t blame me for making this mess, she did this of her own violition, but I’m sure she will anyway. She strikes me as the kind of girl that would even if she didn’t truly mean it. All to get a rise out of you.
“Fuuuuck…” I groan, eyes rolling back into my head and jaw slack.
Without thinking, acting only on pure instinct, my hands shoot out. I grab her head with both hands, one on each side.
Her golden locks are smooth and silky to the touch. Still, that doesn’t stop my fingers from curling around them. They make for the perfect place to hold onto as she bobs away, up and down.
Mmm… So good…
My rough treatment of her hair only serves to spur her on more. It’s almost as if she likes it, so of course, I pull a bit more.
The pace picks up, her mouth working every inch of my cock. At this point, though, who’s responsible for what is not as clear. The lines blur. My hands aren’t just holding onto her anymore; no, they force her down onto my shaft, again and again, face fucking her.
Her own grip tightens, fingers digging into my thighs. Sharp painted nails leave red lines behind on my skin. Scratches that will definitely still be there tomorrow.
The pressure builds ever on.
I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck, I’m…”
My body tenses, every muscle coiling in preparation.
“CUMMING!” I groan triumphantly
Pleasure, the greatest of my young life so far, washes over me. I’ve not had an orgasm quite like this. I didn’t even think they could be this good, not until now.
All I know is bliss.
My body tenses and jerks. My face scrunches up, eyes rolling back in my head.
Down below, my grip keeps Bridget’s head pinned on my cock, whether that’s what she wants or not. But to be fair, she did say she would swallow my load, so there’s that.
Within her mouth, I throb and spasm up a storm. Spurt after spurt of cum pours down her throat. Like the good slut she is, not a drop goes to waste. She swallows it all.
God, it feels so good! I could get addicted to this.
Unfortunately, the bliss doesn’t last forever. As much as I would like it to, my pleasure does eventually fade. Albeit, after an indiscernible but plentiful amount of time.
With that, I let my grip on her go. My hands fall limp at my sides. Beneath me, my legs similarly threaten to give out. In fact, they partly do.
Instead of falling on my ass, however, I catch myself on the nearby shelving. Not with my arms, mind you, but my body. The whole set of racks rocks a little as I do so. A couple things even fall over, but that’s not my concern right now. I have none. At the very least, nothing spills.
My mind is clear and peaceful. Not a worry, not a thought, not even one.
There’s truly nothing bouncing around in there, which is so unlike me. For once, I’m at peace, both with myself and the world around me. All I feel is a sensation of joy and wonder that I hope lasts a long, long time.
That too can not happen. Nothing in this world ever lasts forever, especially happiness.
As amazing as all this is, the questions do eventually come. What did I do to deserve this? Why did this happen?
I can’t answer them, nor any of the hundreds I have, but whatever the explanation, I’m so fucking glad it did.
Still kneeling before me, Bridget takes her time cleaning herself up. Fortunately, we’re in the janitor’s supply closet, so there’s a stack of tissue boxes nearby. She helps herself to them and, in short time, cleans the mess she made of her chin.
Despite doing a fairly good job of that, more than a little evidence of what we just did remains. For starters, there are the damp spots on her shirt from her drool. Then, of course, there’s also her makeup.
Smudge lipstick and running mascara are the most immediately apparent. I imagine there’s more subtle evidence in this regard as well. Someone who knows as little about make-up as I do can’t recognise them, however.
Most importantly, Bridget doesn’t look pissed. Not even a little upset, like she normally does.
Don’t get me wrong or anything; the girl has resting bitch face. That’s true now as it ever was, but there’s something else there too. A spark in her eyes and a slight quirk of her lips. Not even her ever-present frown can diminish that fact.
“Damn, you really came a lot. I’m going to be tasting it all day.” She comments as she scrubs fruitlessly at her tongue with a tissue.
Like that’s going to help.
Before I can say anything, the door handle jiggles. My heart leaps out of my chest.
We’ve been caught!
Then, I realise it’s locked. We’re saved… or we would be if not for Bridget walking over and opening it.
Why the fuck did she do that? I haven’t even pulled my underwear back up yet. Come on!
Everything comes back to me as I lay eyes on him, standing there.
“What are you doing in the janitor’s closet, Babe?” Her boyfriend, Derek, says in his far too grating, douchebag voice.
If I thought he was going to beat me up before, now I think he might just outright kill me.
Shit! Why did I ever think this was a good idea? I’m so fucking stupid!
I hurriedly pull my underwear up, but it doesn’t matter. He’s seen me, alone in a supply closet with his girlfriend and my cock out. No explanation in the world could convince him nothing happened in here.
Whelp… I’m dead.
Goodbye, world.