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A Winters Day Blow Job
This happened some time ago when I was about 55. I had been sent to Melbourne by the company I worked for at the time. I didn’t mind working away from home but living in a hotel or motel room does get a little boring after a while. Sure I had my tool to keep me amused and I had just joined AMM. The tool got a good workout initially but after a while I fancied someone else’s hand on my tool and balls and so I sort out AMM. I had found a woman in the Melbourne suburbs near where I was staying and we had exchanged a few horny messages. She was a few years old than me but at our age it didn’t matter. She had told me that she was married and that hubby was a long haul truckie who would be away for extended periods and while they were happily married she missed looking after him and catering for his every whim including sexual whims. Anyway, I couldn’t stand it anymore and I had been told there would a delay in the work during the coming week and so I propositioned her. She sounded interested but explained that her fanny, (I hadn’t heard fanny used for some time. Fanny meaning pussy, not arse as the Americans use it) was her husbands but that she wanted to blow me. Now this woman actually used the words “wanted” not that she “would” blow me as some sort of duty to the male she was with but that she “wanted (!) to satisfy me orally” and that she liked sucking cocks! Soooo horny. I remember that I was so turned on by that phraseology that I wanked myself silly several times that evening. Having the possibility of a meet with this woman in the back of my mind, I had to be careful with the wanking as I had bruised my tool several times over the years resulting in having to abstain while it recovered. I messaged her back telling her I respected that her pussy was reserved and we arranged to meet so that she could suck me off.
Typed messages on AMM are fascinating things. They are so honest and straight forward and to the point. We are on AMM for sex and so one can just be honest. Going to a bar and enduring all of the beating around the bush that one has to go through chatting up some pussy to get your end in often ends up not being worth the trouble. AMM is much better. You get exactly what you ask for or not. No fuss. It’s like walking into a shop and asking for a meat pie. “ah, could I have a meat pie please, ooh on second thoughts I’ll have a blow job instead. Certainly sir do you want sauce with that?” Fascinating. Sorry I’m starting to rave.
Where was I? Oh yes, so we arranged to meet at a park but she had to be there early at around 7.00am as she had to get to work afterwards. That didn’t really bother me but as it was my day off I wouldn’t have minded sleeping in but hey I was going to get my tool sucked and so one makes allowances doesn’t one? The day rolled around and as it does in Melbourne it was cold and overcast. I drove to the arranged parking area beside the park and waited. I was early and excited about my blow job. I tried not to play with myself. I sat there and right on time (I love punctual women) she walked up and almost shyly looked in through the car window. After making sure we were who we were supposed to be, she hopped into the passenger’s seat and warmed up. We were both wearing appropriate clothing and after a few words I reached for her tit mid sentence and squeezed it through her quilted jacket. Did I mention that it was cold? She just kept talking, turning her chest towards me to give me better access and enjoyed having her tit squeezed, first one and then the other. She explained that she tended to talk a lot when nervous and she was nervous right now. I nodded knowingly and almost oblivious to what she was saying kept on fondling her breasts. I undid the zip on her quilted jacket a little and slipped my hand inside to get better acquainted with her tits, squeezing and rubbing them through her jumper and blouse and bra this time. Did I mention it was bloody cold?
I leant back as much as I could, opened my legs, took her hand and placed it on the bulge that was my cock and balls. She seemed relieved regarding me placing her hand on my cock, therefore breaking the ice from her point of view at least and threw herself into her task from then on, feeling around smiling, rolling my gear around and generally giving me a fair bit of pleasure, all while checking out who was around and if they could see through the fogged up windows. I was pretty sure they couldn’t but you never know and I was rapidly loosing interest in that possible problem anyway as the pleasure swept over me like a wave. She had stopped talking, still concerned but also concentrating on my bulge as if kneading and working some dough to make bread or similar as I made little almost involuntary hip thrusts. As she looked around I interrupted her massaging of my phallus, unzipped my pants and hauled out my erect tool that wiped around as it left the all restraining undies, spraying a splash of probably warm pre-cum on her arm. I hooked my undies under my balls and slid down t give her access to my gear. She leant over and with what I thought I detected as the slightest smile, looked down at the hot veiny meat that was standing up vertically in her honour, waiting for her hand. It wasn’t disappointed. She clamped down on the shaft and proceeded to pull me, sliding what little was left of the foreskin covering the glans, back revealing the shiny surface of the fully engorged alien looking knob, a big smile now beaming on her face as she peered down on it briefly before resuming her pulling. I settled back in my seat marveling at the sight of her hand as it rippled up and down my tool. I was preoccupied with her hand mind you but I did notice that she was concerned and kept looking around outside the car every so often. We were in a car park and there were a few cars parked near us I suppose but personally I was more focused on my hand job. She had a wiser head and I was thinking with my tool by now, so I somewhat grudgingly bowed to her concern. I didn’t have much choice as she had stopped stroking me which, shall we say, concerned me somewhat! But what could I do?
She said that she wanted to go into the bush as it wasn’t private enough here in the (relatively warm!) car. This park was a big ground of about 6 or 8 football fields, soccer fields judging by the goal posts and bordered on a large section of bushland on two sides so she definitely knew where she was. I agreed to her suggestion, somewhat frustrated, stowing my gear back into its undies and pants and zipped myself up. Am I going to argue with a woman who owns a willing mouth and lovely little hands after all? Despite the fact that it was cold enough to “freeze ya tits off!” as the old saying goes, we set off across the wet and slightly crunchy grass. There were a few stalwart souls out walking their dogs a few football fields away but they were far enough away to not be a problem. After a long but picturesque (there was a bit of mist down in the valley beside us) trudge we arrived at a small concrete block building that was probably a change rooms and/or toilet block. Ok, I have hung around behind a few toilet blocks in my time of sordid debauchery and so I didn’t feel out of place. We explored around the side to the back of this building and the adjacent bush land that grew almost up against the building and as such afforded very good cover. Any snakes had either frozen to death long ago or were very wisely hibernating in their burrows somewhere.
She seemed satisfied with the location and the privacy and so after a brief passionate session of tonguing, tit and arse squeezing and dry humping into each others thighs (despite her initial shyness, she was a randy little thing and energetic) I returned to unbuckling my belt. I opened the front of my pants and let them drop to my knees but no further. Did I mention that it was cold? She pulled my undies down to join my pants leaving my cock to spring out erect and hard despite the air temperature. I leant my beanie covered head and my shoulders back against the wall, thrusting out my hips, proudly displaying my rampant tool. From what I could see as I peered down at it jutting out from under my jacket, it was soaked in pre-cum and throbbing up and down slightly with my heart beat which was pretty high judging by my excitement. The knob was wet and shiny and that blood filled purply colour. It looked so good I would have sucked it myself if I could only have reached it. Contortionists are such lucky bastards. It’s probably just as well I can’t reach my tool with my mouth as I would have sucked myself unconscious on so many occasions.
She looked at the tool, then up at my face with a cheeky and approving grin as she cupped my balls and rolled them around in her hand causing the erect tool to swing around in the breeze. There was more grinning from her and looking up into my eyes as she seemed to be enjoying fondling my balls or perhaps it was just seeing the pleasure on my face that her hand was giving me. With my balls still in one hand she very daintily took hold of my shaft just below the knob with the forefinger and thumb of the other, steadying up the swaying meat as if she was afraid of grabbing the shaft roughly (which I would have preferred) then bent over at the waist, her mouth heading for my tool. Her head was in the way but I could feel her mouth closing around my knob and her head rose and fell a few times just on the knob. On the last cycle her head plummeted unexpectedly down the full length of the shaft, nearly causing me to pass out with knee buckling, ear popping pleasure. I remember there were a lot of gnaaahs, ooohs and aaahs coming from me and a lot of slurping wet noises coupled with a bit of gagging interspersed with outright retching on occasion coming from her lovely lips. It didn’t sound very good but she hung in there working away on my meat. The noise died down, her mouth sliding up and down and I could hear her lips rippling over the veiny lumps and bumps of my shaft in the now quiet of the bush. My ooos and aaahs and exclamations to some deity called “gard” as in “oh gard” were prompted by the feeling of pure orgasmic swooning pleasure washing over me. I instinctively held her head after a while and started to thrust brutally up into her mouth. As horny as the scene probably was which would have aided my orgasm no end, I couldn’t get the thought of my knob in her mouth out of my mind. She had been hanging onto my legs up until then but let go and her arms and especially her hands fully outstretched, sort of hovered out there in mid air with my cock still in her mouth as I held her head and drove up into it. I was in full face fuck mode. The gagging started again interspersed with an almost gargling sound. She stopped and pulled back off the tool to cough briefly, spitting pre-cum and saliva onto the ground beside us, gasped in a big breath and then quickly returned and resumed her work. I took hold of her head again and gyrated my hips sliding my tool up into her warm, soft mouth. I felt her hands clamp onto the side of my legs again, not to stop my ramming as much as steadying herself for the onslaught. I couldn’t help myself and gradually and almost uncontrollably increasing my animalistic desperate (I was tiring fast) rocking rhythm until I blew with the most magnificently pleasurable spurt of jism into her throat in a body shaking orgasm, straining to deliver every last spasmodically shuddering drop. The euphoria subsided and as I relaxed I could feel the cum and saliva running back out of her mouth, down onto my balls and then onto my legs.
We were both breathing heavily as exhaustion was setting in, on my part at least. She cleaned up her mouth and wiped me and some of our juices that had fallen onto my pants with a tissue that magically appeared out of her bag. We had become pretty much oblivious to our surroundings at the time of our debauchery but I don’t think we had been seen and certainly not been interrupted by anyone. We dressed and she pulled me down to lay a wet cummy tongue kiss on my lips. As we walked back across the wet grass of the park, it started to rain lightly and so we hurried. I apologised for being so rough but she looked up surprised with an almost grateful look on her face, touched my arm as if to accentuate her comment and said “oh no, that was good!”
I tried to look her up some months later when I was in Melbourne again but her account had been closed.
Typed messages on AMM are fascinating things. They are so honest and straight forward and to the point. We are on AMM for sex and so one can just be honest. Going to a bar and enduring all of the beating around the bush that one has to go through chatting up some pussy to get your end in often ends up not being worth the trouble. AMM is much better. You get exactly what you ask for or not. No fuss. It’s like walking into a shop and asking for a meat pie. “ah, could I have a meat pie please, ooh on second thoughts I’ll have a blow job instead. Certainly sir do you want sauce with that?” Fascinating. Sorry I’m starting to rave.
Where was I? Oh yes, so we arranged to meet at a park but she had to be there early at around 7.00am as she had to get to work afterwards. That didn’t really bother me but as it was my day off I wouldn’t have minded sleeping in but hey I was going to get my tool sucked and so one makes allowances doesn’t one? The day rolled around and as it does in Melbourne it was cold and overcast. I drove to the arranged parking area beside the park and waited. I was early and excited about my blow job. I tried not to play with myself. I sat there and right on time (I love punctual women) she walked up and almost shyly looked in through the car window. After making sure we were who we were supposed to be, she hopped into the passenger’s seat and warmed up. We were both wearing appropriate clothing and after a few words I reached for her tit mid sentence and squeezed it through her quilted jacket. Did I mention that it was cold? She just kept talking, turning her chest towards me to give me better access and enjoyed having her tit squeezed, first one and then the other. She explained that she tended to talk a lot when nervous and she was nervous right now. I nodded knowingly and almost oblivious to what she was saying kept on fondling her breasts. I undid the zip on her quilted jacket a little and slipped my hand inside to get better acquainted with her tits, squeezing and rubbing them through her jumper and blouse and bra this time. Did I mention it was bloody cold?
I leant back as much as I could, opened my legs, took her hand and placed it on the bulge that was my cock and balls. She seemed relieved regarding me placing her hand on my cock, therefore breaking the ice from her point of view at least and threw herself into her task from then on, feeling around smiling, rolling my gear around and generally giving me a fair bit of pleasure, all while checking out who was around and if they could see through the fogged up windows. I was pretty sure they couldn’t but you never know and I was rapidly loosing interest in that possible problem anyway as the pleasure swept over me like a wave. She had stopped talking, still concerned but also concentrating on my bulge as if kneading and working some dough to make bread or similar as I made little almost involuntary hip thrusts. As she looked around I interrupted her massaging of my phallus, unzipped my pants and hauled out my erect tool that wiped around as it left the all restraining undies, spraying a splash of probably warm pre-cum on her arm. I hooked my undies under my balls and slid down t give her access to my gear. She leant over and with what I thought I detected as the slightest smile, looked down at the hot veiny meat that was standing up vertically in her honour, waiting for her hand. It wasn’t disappointed. She clamped down on the shaft and proceeded to pull me, sliding what little was left of the foreskin covering the glans, back revealing the shiny surface of the fully engorged alien looking knob, a big smile now beaming on her face as she peered down on it briefly before resuming her pulling. I settled back in my seat marveling at the sight of her hand as it rippled up and down my tool. I was preoccupied with her hand mind you but I did notice that she was concerned and kept looking around outside the car every so often. We were in a car park and there were a few cars parked near us I suppose but personally I was more focused on my hand job. She had a wiser head and I was thinking with my tool by now, so I somewhat grudgingly bowed to her concern. I didn’t have much choice as she had stopped stroking me which, shall we say, concerned me somewhat! But what could I do?
She said that she wanted to go into the bush as it wasn’t private enough here in the (relatively warm!) car. This park was a big ground of about 6 or 8 football fields, soccer fields judging by the goal posts and bordered on a large section of bushland on two sides so she definitely knew where she was. I agreed to her suggestion, somewhat frustrated, stowing my gear back into its undies and pants and zipped myself up. Am I going to argue with a woman who owns a willing mouth and lovely little hands after all? Despite the fact that it was cold enough to “freeze ya tits off!” as the old saying goes, we set off across the wet and slightly crunchy grass. There were a few stalwart souls out walking their dogs a few football fields away but they were far enough away to not be a problem. After a long but picturesque (there was a bit of mist down in the valley beside us) trudge we arrived at a small concrete block building that was probably a change rooms and/or toilet block. Ok, I have hung around behind a few toilet blocks in my time of sordid debauchery and so I didn’t feel out of place. We explored around the side to the back of this building and the adjacent bush land that grew almost up against the building and as such afforded very good cover. Any snakes had either frozen to death long ago or were very wisely hibernating in their burrows somewhere.
She seemed satisfied with the location and the privacy and so after a brief passionate session of tonguing, tit and arse squeezing and dry humping into each others thighs (despite her initial shyness, she was a randy little thing and energetic) I returned to unbuckling my belt. I opened the front of my pants and let them drop to my knees but no further. Did I mention that it was cold? She pulled my undies down to join my pants leaving my cock to spring out erect and hard despite the air temperature. I leant my beanie covered head and my shoulders back against the wall, thrusting out my hips, proudly displaying my rampant tool. From what I could see as I peered down at it jutting out from under my jacket, it was soaked in pre-cum and throbbing up and down slightly with my heart beat which was pretty high judging by my excitement. The knob was wet and shiny and that blood filled purply colour. It looked so good I would have sucked it myself if I could only have reached it. Contortionists are such lucky bastards. It’s probably just as well I can’t reach my tool with my mouth as I would have sucked myself unconscious on so many occasions.
She looked at the tool, then up at my face with a cheeky and approving grin as she cupped my balls and rolled them around in her hand causing the erect tool to swing around in the breeze. There was more grinning from her and looking up into my eyes as she seemed to be enjoying fondling my balls or perhaps it was just seeing the pleasure on my face that her hand was giving me. With my balls still in one hand she very daintily took hold of my shaft just below the knob with the forefinger and thumb of the other, steadying up the swaying meat as if she was afraid of grabbing the shaft roughly (which I would have preferred) then bent over at the waist, her mouth heading for my tool. Her head was in the way but I could feel her mouth closing around my knob and her head rose and fell a few times just on the knob. On the last cycle her head plummeted unexpectedly down the full length of the shaft, nearly causing me to pass out with knee buckling, ear popping pleasure. I remember there were a lot of gnaaahs, ooohs and aaahs coming from me and a lot of slurping wet noises coupled with a bit of gagging interspersed with outright retching on occasion coming from her lovely lips. It didn’t sound very good but she hung in there working away on my meat. The noise died down, her mouth sliding up and down and I could hear her lips rippling over the veiny lumps and bumps of my shaft in the now quiet of the bush. My ooos and aaahs and exclamations to some deity called “gard” as in “oh gard” were prompted by the feeling of pure orgasmic swooning pleasure washing over me. I instinctively held her head after a while and started to thrust brutally up into her mouth. As horny as the scene probably was which would have aided my orgasm no end, I couldn’t get the thought of my knob in her mouth out of my mind. She had been hanging onto my legs up until then but let go and her arms and especially her hands fully outstretched, sort of hovered out there in mid air with my cock still in her mouth as I held her head and drove up into it. I was in full face fuck mode. The gagging started again interspersed with an almost gargling sound. She stopped and pulled back off the tool to cough briefly, spitting pre-cum and saliva onto the ground beside us, gasped in a big breath and then quickly returned and resumed her work. I took hold of her head again and gyrated my hips sliding my tool up into her warm, soft mouth. I felt her hands clamp onto the side of my legs again, not to stop my ramming as much as steadying herself for the onslaught. I couldn’t help myself and gradually and almost uncontrollably increasing my animalistic desperate (I was tiring fast) rocking rhythm until I blew with the most magnificently pleasurable spurt of jism into her throat in a body shaking orgasm, straining to deliver every last spasmodically shuddering drop. The euphoria subsided and as I relaxed I could feel the cum and saliva running back out of her mouth, down onto my balls and then onto my legs.
We were both breathing heavily as exhaustion was setting in, on my part at least. She cleaned up her mouth and wiped me and some of our juices that had fallen onto my pants with a tissue that magically appeared out of her bag. We had become pretty much oblivious to our surroundings at the time of our debauchery but I don’t think we had been seen and certainly not been interrupted by anyone. We dressed and she pulled me down to lay a wet cummy tongue kiss on my lips. As we walked back across the wet grass of the park, it started to rain lightly and so we hurried. I apologised for being so rough but she looked up surprised with an almost grateful look on her face, touched my arm as if to accentuate her comment and said “oh no, that was good!”
I tried to look her up some months later when I was in Melbourne again but her account had been closed.
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