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Author: PJA Woode Categories: Written by Men, Male Masturbation, Free Erotic Stories
Comment“Blow me!” I gasped. Surprise was mixed with more than a bit of shock.
What on earth were the chances of seeing Jenifer in a place like this? I asked myself.
Chance meetings do happen, I know, but surely not as unexpected as this?
Indeed, I have met people in the most unusual places over the years. An old school friend outside the Sydney Opera House. Some neighbours on a double-decker bus tour in New York.
The best chance encounter I’d had was probably when I bumped into a colleague and her husband while walking along a naturist beach in the south of France. There was a moment of hesitation as our brains processed the unlikeliness of the situation, then we laughed, and grabbed a sneaky peek at each others’ bits.
But I wasn’t laughing now. I was just trying to believe the unbelievable—Jenifer was in the same room as me.
The last time I’d seen her was a decade ago, probably nearer two. I’d not even heard about her since then.
But here she was, right in from me, in one of London’s most exclusive sex clubs.
I didn’t realise it was her at first. I’d just entered one of the playrooms and there was this hot woman, on her knees, with one guy’s cock in her hand and another ‘s deep in her mouth. She had a spare hand and waved me forward to join in, without really looking at me. She simply wanted another cock.
My gasp of recognition when she reached to take my cock broke her focus. She paused to flick her gaze up and pulled back from the cock she was fellating to stare into my eyes.
Similarly transfixed, I took a moment to appreciate her slick plump lips sliding off the shining shaft. A thin, shiny line of saliva still connected the cock to her mouth. Her eyes widened as she took me in properly.
“Ridge?” It was as much an exclamation as a question.
She let go of the second cock, stood up and spoke softly to the two men who she’d been playing with, dismissing them with quiet expertise.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered as she pulled my arm and led me towards the door.
“The same as you,” I replied.
“You here with someone?”
“Well,” I had to think this one through. I could lie as I might have in the past when an opportunity like this arose, but what was the point of that? There was no need. Not here. Not now. Not to Jenifer. So I told her the truth: “She’s playing on her own downstairs right now. And you?”
“On my own,” she replied. “There are some private rooms upstairs…”
“I know. I’m a member.”
“Well that makes two of us,” she confirmed. “Lead the way.”
We headed out of the playroom, along a corridor and up a flight of steps.
We passed a small bar and I pointed to a bottle of wine. “You know you’re allowed to take drinks into the private rooms?”
“Given the circumstances that sounds like an excellent idea,” she replied.
I handed my membership card to the woman behind the bar, she swiped it. I took the bottle—Jenifer a couple of glasses.
Inside the room, we sat opposite each other at a little square table. We said nothing. My eyes drifted to her breasts, held tightly by a stylish black bra. While I did this I could make out that she was looking at my bare chest. Realising we were both sizing each other up we laughed.
That laugh. I remember it now. It was more a cheeky giggle than a proper laugh. I used to hear it at the back of the school bus when she was sharing a story with one of her girlfriends. She had a lot of stories; there were a lot of laughs. Everyone wanted to be her friend. Especially the boys. Especially me.
It was Jenifer who broke the silence: “Well fuck me!”
“Is that a request?” I replied with a wink then a smile.
“Or an offer,” she suggested. “How crazy is this?”
She took a long swig from her glass of wine. I noticed the pulse fluttering in her slender neck as she held the glass to her lips and tilted her head back. The number of times I had seen that pose when she downed a bottle of cider pinched from her parents’ drinks cupboard. God, how I had wanted to pluck up the courage to kiss that neck back then.
“I think we owe each other an explanation,” I said. Jenifer nodded in reply. “Do you want to go first or shall I?
“You first,” she said.
“Where do I start?” I asked.
“With the sex. Sex strips away the layers. It reveals the raw, visceral truth. The truth that buzzes around your head all the time and drives you to …”
“…to somewhere like this?” I completed her sentence.
She paused, reset herself then continued: “So, when did you become a member?”
I lent back on my chair, took a drink and placed the glass very deliberately on the table. “I joined about five years ago. I needed a bit of fun. And I needed to tick a few things off my sexual bucket list…”
“Very male…” Jenifer interjected.
“I’d been married for about ten years. Two kids. Busy with my job. My wife was busy with hers. We just drifted sexually. The exciting things started to slip off the sexual menu. No more handcuffs. No more spanking. No more watching porn together. No more anal sex. Ring any bells with you?”
Jenifer’s head was gently nodding in agreement. I noticed a tiny glimmer on the side of her face. A smudge of spunk.
“Then I hit forty and I realised that so many things I wanted to do sexually were just not going to happen unless I did something about it.”
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“And what were those things?” asked Jenifer, leaning forward.
I sat up, leaned forward myself to join her at the table. Our heads were now only inches apart.
“This, I suppose.” I shrugged, gesturing to the room, acknowledging the setting.
“Be more precise,” Jenifer instructed. “There’s nothing more interesting than hearing about someone’s sexual passions. Besides… it makes me fucking wet.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow. “Wetter…”
I had sensed from the moment we headed upstairs that this might be more than just a friendly catch-up. And Jenifer’s reference to her own arousal made a direct connection with my cock. It now twitched in anticipation and I felt a bubble of pre-cum seep out.
“I desperately wanted to experience a threesome,” I continued.
“Delicious. You saucy thing. I love threesomes. So what did you want? Two girls plus yourself?”
“Naturally. But to be honest I was up for any combination—another guy and a girl would have been just as exciting. I wanted to share a sexual adventure… adventures… with others. I wanted to watch. And be watched. I wanted to be among like-minded people. I wanted to be naked with them. I wanted to be teased, turned on, dominated.
“I wanted to receive sexual pleasure in all its wonderfully different forms. I guess I just wanted to be my sexual self for the first fucking time in my life.” I paused. “And you?”
“Sex with my husband was ultimately rather dull. I’d not fucked anyone else before him…” She sensed my surprise. “I know everyone at school thought I was sleeping around, but it was all a bit of a show. I was a virgin when I left.
“At college, I hooked up with Mike pretty early on and that was it. I had nothing to compare him with. Sex was good at first, of course. Always is,” she paused, “OK, nearly always is. I was able to have the type of fucks I thought I wanted. All the positions, and—yes—all that stuff you mentioned: anal, spanking, porn sessions. And fucking loads of oral—me giving and me receiving. I quickly became a fan, you know. Especially giving. Fuck, I adore giving blow jobs…”
“I think I could see your enthusiasm back there…”
Jenifer laughed. “You probably didn’t see the guy I sucked off a few minutes before you joined us. God, his prick was big. So thick; long too. Deep throating him was a challenge. I don’t think many had been able to do that to him before, because he released such a groan when he came.”
Fuck, did this woman know what her words were doing to me? My cock was pumping out wetness.
Jenifer continued, surely knowing the effect she was having on me, “God, did he shoot a lot of come down my throat! I just couldn’t swallow it all.”
I leant over, wiped off the glimmer of come I had seen on her cheek with my index finger and held it up to her. “Evidence!”
“Indeed,” she replied. Then, taking my hand in hers, she raised my finger to her mouth and licked it clean.
The gesture itself was fucking hot. Her execution of it took things to a different level. My finger was treated like a small cock. Her tongue made its way slowly up my finger, before circling the tip as if it was my frenulum. Making sure she’d collected all the come, she pulled away and I could see a pearly white pool in the dip of her tongue.
She swallowed, smiled, then raised her glass as if to toast the moment. On placing it back on the table, she declared: “What did the food technology teacher say at school: “Waste not want not.”
I needed no more confirmation that this catch-up was morphing into a come-on. We were definitely going to fuck and my cock was now rigid in anticipation. A continuous stream of pre-cum was seeping out of my helmet. I could feel my own dampness. I wanted my cock in Jenifer’s mouth more than I think I had wanted anything else.
“After a little over a year, the sexual energy began to fade. We slipped into ‘Same Old Sunday Morningers’. You know—sex only on a Sunday morning, in the same position, lasting the same amount of time. For him, it was a few thrusts, a groan and a wet patch on the bedsheets. For me it was lying back, making myself come with my fingers.”
She paused. “And as I wanked myself off, thinking about the sex I needed to have. I felt my sexuality, my very being, was slowly fading away.
“Then one day I found myself listening to a podcast about a woman in a similar position to me. She was sexually trapped. Bored, unfulfilled, desperate for something different. And so she visited a sex club on her own. And fuck did she have a grand time then.”
Jennifer rocked back on her chair as if blown there by the intensity of her recollection. She ran a finger across her lips, rearranged the strapping at the side of her bra, then continued. “It changed her life. Opened doors to wonderful new experiences. She discovered new pleasures. She found out she liked women. And threesome sex. And moresomes. An inner sexual self emerged and she just blossomed.”
Jenifer sat up and swept a hand through her hair. She seemed to have blossomed too.
“So I thought—I’m about the same age as her. My situation is like hers. And I reckon I’ve got the balls to go to a sex club on my own.”
“It’s a bit easier doing that as a woman, I’m sure,” I suggested.
“Absolutely. And that was five fabulous fucking years ago,” she concluded and tipped her glass to mine.
“And Mike?” I asked
“We got divorced about a year after I started coming here.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “That must have been tough.” I paused for a respectful moment. “And is there anyone else?” I enquired, hoping there wasn’t.
“I don’t think I’d find anyone who would enjoy all this but also play their part in the other stuff too. Shopping. Cleaning. Cooking. Being a partner. Building a home, a relationship.” She took a sip of wine. “So, who are you with?”
“I’m not in any relationship. Sadly. I’m here with a fuck buddy,” I replied. “We meet up every now and then to have a really hot time, and occasionally we treat ourselves to visits here. Sometimes we play together; sometimes we don’t. And most times we do a bit of both.”
But I was no longer interested in talking about me. I wanted to focus on Jenifer and I wanted to offer up an opportunity for her to initiate sex. “Now, tell me more about blow jobs and why you like to give them so much.”
Jenifer leaned back in her chair, took a deep breath, raised both eyebrows and smiled. “I guess it’s about control and it’s about pleasure.”
“Giving or receiving pleasure,” I asked.
“Both. But for me, I get more pleasure through giving. There are few things I like more than being in complete control of a guy, and I just love a cock in my mouth…”
“Or two,” I interrupted cheekily.
“Two cocks in your mouth is amazing. I just love that. Have you done it?”
I smiled as I nodded.
“Go you! You know I had this most amazing session with two bi guys,” Jenifer continued; she was animated and enthusiastic. “They were as eager as I was to get both their pricks in my mouth at the same time. God that was some session. It ended with me being fucked by one of them who was himself being fucked by the other. Lost count of how many times I came…”
I continued the narrative: “For me, I like the different feelings you experience with a blow job—firm fingers on my shaft, a quick and nimble tongue on my glans and the warmth and I suppose comfort of being enveloped by an eager mouth. And you can feel subtle of changes of sensation far more when your cock’s in a mouth rather than a pussy.”
“I like all that, but in reverse, if you get my drift.” Her eyes left mine and drifted down my chest to my groin. “You have so much control when you have a dick in your mouth. A lick here, a suck there, a sudden change in rhythm… and you can see the guy’s in heaven just by looking into his eyes. I fucking love giving head. And I just adore lashings of come in my mouth. It’s proof I’ve done a good job.”
Jenifer stretched out her arms to hold my hands. Her thumbs gently stroked the backs of my knuckles. Then, easing her body across the table, she started to kiss me. Her tongue was teasing mine right from the start.
She ran an index finger down my face and continued to drape her hand down my arm as she pulled back. A cheeky smile overwhelmed her face as she slipped off her chair and under the table. Pushing back my chair, she emerged on my side of the table. That smile had morphed into a broad grin. Crawling up my legs, she made straight for my zipper.
Her attention went to my dick and she sank back down between my legs, gripping it tightly. She ran her tongue from my balls right up the length of my shaft, circled my frenulum, taking time to lap at the gathering precum, and then took me, eagerly, into her mouth.
She bobbed up and down. Her lips were firm, her tongue focused on that magic area just beneath my tip, which she clearly knew how to tease.
I could tell from her enthusiasm that she was enjoying this too. She then started to work on my shaft, treating it as if it was the most deliciously flavoured ice cream.
Sensing my increased hardness, and the closeness of my orgasm, she stood up and kissed me. Her lips were eager; her tongue was thrust deep into my mouth. It was clear that she was to give and I was to receive.
Slipping her breasts out of her strappy bra, she then wanked me in her cleavage. Her expertise was so apparent. She knew pressure was everything and she pushed her tits together with her hands as she rubbed me against her warm chest.
Moving down again, she took me once more into her mouth. She varied her head movements—rapid bobbing was interspersed with slower, firmer nods, but throughout her focus was always on my frenulum. It was as if an elastic band was attached from here to the tip of her tongue, always pulling her back to this centre of sexual fulfilment.
Briefly, she turned her attention to my balls, sucking them into her mouth and squeezing them, before spitting them out and returning to my shaft.
I was seconds away from exploding. She knew it and broke away again, rubbing my shaft between her breasts.
Kissing me deeply, I recognised the tang on her tongue as my own flavour and my want rose further. For me, few things are hotter.
Returning to suck my balls and lick my shaft, I could see that there was a look In Jenifer’s eye to suggest that she wanted me to ejaculate. Her head movements were stronger, her lips tighter, tongue firmer, her slurping sounds more audible as my prick became coated with a heady mixture of pre-cum and saliva.
She then started to wank me hard. This was it. The last act. My orgasm was soon to be hers.
She pumped faster and faster, gripping me tighter with each thrust. With her tongue ready to catch my spunk and her eyes focused intently on mine, I could feel an inner release. My load was moving fast up my shaft and oozed, gloriously out of me. As the first precious drips of my come appeared she enveloped my helmet in her mouth making sure she took all my load and swallowed. I just love it when a woman celebrates a climax.
A combination of rapid licks and sucking cock teased out every drop of my come. I’d never been milked so delightfully, so thoroughly or so expertly.
Nor by someone, I felt I had the capacity to love so deeply.
Jenifer swallowed again before emptying her glass with a final swig.
She rested her head on my chest. “We should’ve done that years ago,” she confessed.
“I wanted to so much,” I replied.
“You should have made a move. I would have been all yours.”
“Too risky. I thought you’d say no. I didn’t think you fancied me.” Then, plucking up the courage that had deserted my teenage years, I continued: “Would you like to come back to mine?”
“What about your fuck buddy downstairs?”
“I’ll check in with her, but she’s probably got a cock in each hole at the moment and having a grand time.”
“I’d like to see your place,” Jenifer said, glancing to my sated member. “And I’d like a bit more of your beautiful big cock.”
“It’s your turn to come, too. And, by the way, I’m quite good at shopping, cleaning and cooking and all that important boring stuff.”
To which Jenifer replied: “Blow me!”
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