MY GIRLFRIEND GAVE ME A BEAUTIFUL BLOWJOB

MY FIRST BEAUTIFUL BLOWJOB I WILL NEVER FORGET

“How long you been with Sarah?”

Joe asked the question with a smirk. I knew what he was getting at and what was coming next. Joe was a good mate, but he could be a jerk, and on this subject, he never failed to rile me.

“Drop it,” I said, lifting my beer and taking a hearty swig.

“What is it, like six months?”
“Five and a half,” I corrected.

He whistled.

“Five and a half months,” he said, smiling. “And you still haven’t…”

“I said drop it!”

“Why don’t you just ask her?”

“I’m not going to do that. If she doesn’t want to, that’s up to her.”

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I was right. Joe was wrong. It was very clear. Still, there was part of me that wondered whether he had a point, at least, indirectly. Let me explain.

Sarah was the love of my life. I was only 24, but I knew. You just know. If you have found her or him, you will know too. She was beautiful, with long curly blonde hair, a stunning smile, a perfect, lithe body and a way of walking that just gave me an instant erection whenever she came into the room. And we were so compatible. She was kinder than me, more comfortable socially, which took the edge off my sarcasm and macho habits. We laughed at the same things, enjoyed the same shows, liked the same food. We had talked about getting married and somehow, I knew that was going to happen, eventually, it was just right. She was my soulmate.

We had sex on the fourth date. It was incredible. She was so soft and gentle and yielding. We fucked over and over and over that night, and we had been fucking like rabbits ever since. So, what was Joe talking about? Well, Joe had a weird, stupid, dumb idea that a woman doesn’t really want to submit to her man unless she is prepared to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth.

I don’t even think Joe believed that, it was just something he said to rile me. A big part of our friendship was Joe winding me up and me trying not to fall for it. But somehow, whenever the subject was broached, I couldn’t avoid getting angry. If Sarah didn’t want to give me a blow job, that was her prerogative. What kind of a warped, sick view of the world required a woman to do something like that to prove her love for her partner? It was ridiculous.

But there was an element of truth in it. That is why I couldn’t completely laugh it off. It wasn’t that I felt she should do it for me to prove anything. But the thing is, I had done it for her. Regularly. I loved it, and by the sheer power of the orgasms she seemed to experience as she wrapped her thighs around my head, screamed and shook and cried out, she loved it to. I loved the taste, I loved how she felt on my tongue, I found her pussy intoxicating. I wanted to do it all the time.

To my shame, I didn’t tell Joe that. I knew that would just encourage him. The jokes would be twice as frequent and twice as stupid if he knew that I went down on her, but she never did for me.

It wasn’t important. I didn’t want her to do it. I had never even mentioned it. It made no difference to our relationship; it didn’t affect how I felt about her. And yet. Why wouldn’t she? If she had a problem with it, if it was something she just didn’t like, well that would be fine. But all those times I had brought her to orgasm with my tongue and she had never even talked about taking me in her mouth.

But what could I do? I wasn’t going to be the type of boyfriend who made this some sort of test. And there was no way I was going to ask her. That would be so wrong. Instead, I had to put up with Joe’s jokes and his feeble attempts to wind me up which were usually successful.

A WEEK IT HAPPENED

A week later, I was lying in bed, around nine. Sarah was late for work, running around the flat semi-naked, trying to get ready and I was enjoying watching her. She was so cute. I loved her so much and I wanted her. We had fucked the night before and I was ready to go again. But I didn’t think she would risk being late for work. I assumed that I would be left to stroke myself to orgasm.

I was wrong.

Five minutes after she had disappeared into the bathroom, she came out and wandered into the bedroom. She was naked, except for a tiny black silk thong.

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“I thought you were going to work,” I said, smiling.

“I’ll phone in sick,” she said.

“If you’re sick, you better come to bed,” I said, pulling back the sheets to reveal my rock-hard cock. She smiled and licked her lips. I shifted over to let her into the bed, but instead, she shook her head and stood by the side of the bed, resting her hand on my thigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she replied, sweetly. “It’s just I was talking to Stephanie last night and she…well, she made me realize I’ve been a bit selfish.”

“What? You’re not selfish.”

“I have been. But I want to make it up to you.”

And as I watched, she sank, slowly, to her knees. I was open-mouthed. Could it be happening? I didn’t know what to do but Sarah patted the side of the bed and I slid over, sitting on the edge, my legs either side of her. As I looked down at her, hardly daring to breathe in case this was all a dream, she ran her fingers up the insides of my thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through my whole body.

She leaned forward and breathed, heavily on my cock, which responded instantly. Giggling with delight at the effect she was having on me, she nuzzled my cock with her cheek and at the same time began to tickle my balls with her fingernails. The pleasure and the sharp scraping pain were glorious.

“Fuck…” I whispered under my breath.

Smiling, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and held them there, squeezing slightly. She squeezed my balls with her other hand, and then, as I watched, open-mouthed, she stuck out her tongue and teased the tip of my swollen head. I almost yelped with pleasure. She began to run her tongue around the top of my cock, at the same time stroking the shaft with slow, languid, tender strokes, and teasing and tickling my balls.

SHE GAVE ME A BEAUTIFUL BLOWJOB

Sarah slid her tongue all the way down to the base of my cock and all the way back up again, teasing me, tasting me, making me squirm with pleasure. And then, as I watched, without ever taking her eyes off me, she took me in her mouth. Her lips slid slowly down my shaft, smearing her lipstick over my rock-hard cock but she didn’t stop until her lips were practically kissing the base of my hard erection. The sensations were incredible. Wave after wave of pleasure convulsed me.

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She slid off my cock, gasping for breath, her eyes watering, her mascara already beginning to run, and her saliva clinging a silvery trail between her lips and my cock. Before I could speak, she plunged onto me again, and this time didn’t pull off. She took me so deep, over and over, sucking and licking and taking my cock to the back of her throat. Writhing in pleasure, I placed my hand on her head and pulled her onto me. She gagged and gurgled but she didn’t stop.

Pulling off me with a gasp, she stroked me hard with her hand, her mouth open with lust, her mascara running down her face. I looked down at her in wonder and pleasure and love. I was so close, I craved her touch, her sweet mouth.

I CAME IN HERE MOUTH

She smiled, licked her lips and then took me into her mouth again, this time flicking my shaft with her tongue as she worked me, bouncing her head up and down, pumping me with her mouth. My hand in her hair, I gasped and spasmed as my orgasm began to jerk through me and then with a roar, I came, shooting into her throat, holding her head onto me, panting and groaning.

I collapsed back onto the bed. I could still feel Sarah’s tender kisses and licking as she tended to me, cleaning me up and then she climbed up onto the bed, lying next to me. I kissed her full on the lips, my breath still short.

“Oh my god,” I said, hoarse. “That was wonderful.”

“I love you,” she said. I smiled. “I love you too.”

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