The Collector 16

Posted: September 30th, 2010 | Author: Gregory | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

I’ve said several times that one of the things I really like about getting head from older women is that for many of them, oral sex is more intimate than intercourse. I like that a woman is willing to share herself with me in a way that she feels makes her more vulnerable. Maybe it’s just an ego-feeder. Or maybe it just makes the act more special. Personally, I’ve always thought that the most beautiful thing a woman can do for a man is to take his cock into her mouth and suck him until he cums. So naturally I lean more towards women for whom it’s also very personal.

As I’ve said in earlier entries, it seems like younger women see oral sex as less intimate than intercourse. It’s like it’s become a way to keep their boyfriends happy and still retain their virginity. Or, at the very least, it’s the stepping-stone to fucking. In other words, younger women may see it as second or third base, where an older woman might not be as willing to do it for a man unless she was already intimate with him. Why wouldn’t I prefer older women, if they’re the ones for who giving a blow job is truly something special?

There’s also another reason I tend to go my age or older. After a few years out of college, you just don’t fit in with that crowd anymore. By the time you’ve been out of college for five years, you start to realize how naive you were then about almost everything. It’s not easy to relate to people who still live in that world. College aged women might have beautiful, tight young bodies, but if I can’t talk to them, what’s the point?

Of course, there are exceptions. Not everyone who is twenty-one is naive. Some women are more mature by then than I’ll ever be. But that’s not the case with this next entry. No, there are other reasons to make exceptions, as I’m sure you can imagine.

I was in a bar at happy hour with a few people from work when I noticed a girl across the bar looking in my direction. In the dim light of the bar it was tough to be sure, but she didn’t look familiar. She looked a bit young and was dressed in sweats with her hair pulled back. I wrote her off pretty quickly as too young, but I couldn’t help noticing that she kept looking over at me. Naturally, I looked back and smiled once or twice, but more out of habit than because I was interested.

I was surprised when she came around to me and addressed me by name. I had no idea who she was and told her so. She scolded me playfully for not remembering her. Her name was Stacy. It turns out she had worked part time last holiday season at my old girlfriend Cheri’s boutique. She had seen me a few times when I had popped in to visit. I vaguely remembered seeing more people in the shop, but I never would have remembered Stacy.

“I’m a good friend of Stephanie,” Stacy told me. “That’s how I got the job.” I looked at her blankly for a moment before remembering that Stephanie was one of Cheri’s regular employees.

“That’s also the reason I remember you in particular!” Stacy gave me a sly look that I couldn’t figure out. The blank expression on my face must have told her that I wasn’t following. “I’m Stephanie’s friend,” she said, emphasizing Stephanie’s name. At first I couldn’t understand what she was trying to tell me.

Then it hit me. Stephanie was the girl that had almost caught Cheri giving me a blow job in the back of the shop. Actually, she pretty much had caught us. Cheri had been squatting down less than a foot from me and I had been standing with my back to the door tugging frantically at my zipper. The only thing Stephanie hadn’t seen was Cheri’s mouth on my cock. Or had she?

I suddenly remembered seeing the vacuum cleaner Stephanie had been using hovering by the doorway between the front and back of the store. There had been a mirror there. Had Stephanie been watching the whole thing? I remembered thinking at the time that it was possible. I also remembered that, having just gotten an incredible blow job, I hadn’t really cared if the whole thing had been carried live on CNN.

The way Stacy was talking, it seemed that Stephanie might have seen something. But I wasn’t going to let on. I just looked at her, careful to keep my expression blank. Stacy must have figured that I didn’t know her friend had seen Cheri and me. She changed the subject.

“I really liked working for Cheri,” Stacy told me. “She was more than a good boss. She was more like a role model.” I nodded and politely agreed. “I want to own my own place someday, you know,” she continued and started telling me as if I was her best friend.

Stacy went on for a good twenty minutes, telling me all about her dreams of owning her own shop and how she would do this or that. I nodded and asked a polite question when appropriate, but the more Stacy talked, the younger she seemed. Not that I was all that interested in her to start with, but the more she went on, the more I was eager for her to go back to her friends on the other side of the bar.

Stacy was a cute kid, but that was the problem. I was thinking about her like she was a kid, not a woman. Clearly, she was at least twenty-one, or she wouldn’t be in a bar. She was also, from what I could tell, a very attractive young lady. But nothing in what she was saying was piquing my interest.

I guess my lack of interest was obvious, because Stacy suddenly stopped talking and looked at me. I looked back at her, noticing for the first time what beautiful blue eyes she had.

“You know what I really admire about Cheri?” Stacy said after a brief pause. I felt the momentary excitement of looking into her eyes start to fade as I shook my head. “It’s the way she can be in charge, you know, like a boss and all, and still be a woman.” I nodded, but not in a way that would have encouraged her to continue. But she did anyway.

“You know,” Stacy said, “Like the way she can give someone orders to clean up and still go in the back and give a blow job.” I looked at Stacy, raising an eyebrow. We looked at each other for a long moment. “I told you,” Stacy went on at last. “I’m good friends with Stephanie. We talk, you know?”

“That’s nice,” I said, annoyed with myself for letting her catch me off-guard so easily.

“And I told you,” Stacy said in what was presumably her seductress voice. “I want to be like Cheri.” She gave me a significant look. “Just like her.”

“Well, you’ve got your work cut out for you,” I replied.

“I don’t think you’re, like, getting what I’m saying, you know?” Funny how when I was in college it didn’t bother me that everyone said, like, ‘like’ every other word, but now I find it slightly irritating. Guess I’m gettin’ old.

“I think, like, you’re the one not getting what you’re, like, saying, like.” I shot back. I looked at Stacy and gave her a wan smile. She looked back at me steadily, a little bit of a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, well, like, if you think you’re so up to it, like,” Stacy said and ran her tongue across her upper lip in a move clearly intended to seduce. “I’ll show you what I like.” Her attempts at seduction, had they come from a good-looking forty year old woman, would have given me an erection. But I was only mildly amused by Stacy’s efforts. I don’t know why the double standard.

Maybe older women are just a fetish of mine. Or maybe I just felt that Stacy was like a child playing dress up. Or maybe I arrogantly assumed that I was too experienced to take her seriously.

Whatever the reason, I wasn’t all that interested in Stacy. She seemed to see this as some sort of challenge.

“Why don’t you like me?” she asked, giving her head a toss. With her hair pulled back, it didn’t have the effect she intended.

“Who said I don’t like you?” I replied. “I don’t even know you.”

“You don’t think I could be like Cheri though.” I don’t really know what she meant, and wasn’t sure I cared.

“Not many women can,” I said with a shrug.

“I bet in some ways I’m at least as good,” Stacy said, still smirking. She took a sip of her drink. “If we were in the back room right now, I’d show you what I mean.”

“Why?” I asked. I didn’t know this woman at all and couldn’t figure out what she was about or why she was making such an attempt to get my attention. Stacy looked into my eyes for a moment, then looked away.

“I, uh… I can’t stop, you know, thinking about it,” she said, glancing back into my eyes, but only for an instant.

“Thinking about it?” I was wondering if I really understood what Stacy was saying.

“Come on outside and I’ll show you.” She tried to give me her seductive smile again, but it seemed a little awkward. I guess my unenthusiastic response was throwing her off.

“Just like that?” I was genuinely surprised, but kept it hidden behind a bored-looking expression. I can honestly say I’ve never had a woman try to pick me up in a bar and try to get me out into the parking lot, presumably for a blow job, within thirty minutes of meeting me.

“Why not?” Stacy asked, the smirk coming back to her lips.

“Because we hardly even know each other,” I replied, thinking that I wouldn’t care that we didn’t know each other if she was older and, in my eyes, sexier.

“Let me tell you something,” Stacy said, leaning close and keeping her voice low. “I’ve been thinking about you that way ever since you walked into the shop and Stephanie pointed you out and told me you were the one.”

“The one?”

“The one she caught Cheri blowing!” Stacy whispered. I just looked at her, not saying anything. Stacy looked at me for a moment, then continued, still whispering. “Do you have any idea how hot that is? That she did you right there in the back of the shop? God,” Stacy took a deep breath. “I get wet just thinking about it!” She gave me a slightly embarrassed smile.

I looked at Stacy a little more closely. She had a very pretty face. Her bright blue eyes were accented by long, full lashes. She had high cheekbones and a delicate, slightly upturned nose. Her smile wasn’t what I’d call dazzling, but it was friendly and unpretentious. Her lips, which I now found myself thinking about, weren’t especially full, but she did have that nicely prominent crown in the middle of her upper lip and a playful curl at each corner.

Stacy’s light brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail, but it looked like it would fall straight to just below her shoulders if she were to release it. The baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants she wore made it impossible to tell much about her body. My guess was she was thinly built with small breasts, but I couldn’t be sure.

Her smile seemed to take on an air of smugness when she realized I was checking her out. This was probably more the way she was used to having men look at her I guess. A way that let her leverage her good looks to get what she wanted. I have to admit, I was a little resentful. Yeah, I was playing into her hands by looking her up and down the way I had, but I hadn’t been able to help myself. The fact that she seemed to know this, was counting on it, made me feel manipulated. I guess what really bothered me is that because she was younger, I didn’t see her as an equal and so I didn’t think that she should be able to play me so easily.

It might simply have been a matter of me expecting to have the upper hand just because I was older and, most likely, more experienced. Or, I didn’t like the game-playing that seems to be an inevitable part of dealing with younger women. I didn’t like it when they drew me into their games and played me like I was a dumb-ass frat boy that could be led around by his hard on–especially when I let myself be played.

“So?” Stacy asked with a perky little toss of her head.

“So what?”

“So do you want to go out to the parking lot for a few minutes?” There was a gleam of excitement in her eyes and a rosy hue came to her cheeks. She seemed to be getting turned on at the thought of blowing me in a car in the parking lot.

“Uh, it’s still daylight out,” I said, not sure that she would be so easily discouraged.

“I’ve got tinted windows.”

“I don’t know,” I said. The more I thought about it, the more I was torn. I mean, here was this cute little thing all ready and willing to suck my cock in her car. Right here. Right now. All I had to do was say okay.

But at the same time I felt like this was a power trip for her. I get my cock sucked plenty as it is. For her to waltz over and expect me to eagerly drop my pants at her command was a bit arrogant. I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to give in. Maybe I’m just stubborn.

“Look, I’m here with some friends. Maybe another night.” I admit, I was thinking about Stacy’s lips, wondering how they’d feel around my cock. But to let things happen completely on her terms would just seem like surrender. Besides, I really am not particularly attracted to younger women. Maybe if she had been dressed elegantly she wouldn’t have seemed so young and I wouldn’t have been trying to push her away.

Stacy looked at me for a long moment, probably surprised that I would turn her down. Then she shrugged and took another sip of her drink.

“Well, if you can turn down the most awesome head you’ve ever had,” Stacy said, leaning close. “Like, what else can I say?” She flashed me a smile and walked back around the bar to where her friends were, but she continued to look over at me. For my part, I tried not to look at her, but the thought of her ponytail bobbing up and down in my lap in the front of her car, well… We made eye contact across the bar several times. Each time she gave me that little smirk, like she knew it was only a matter of time.

And let’s be real. It was. There was no way that I could walk away from a blow job, even if Stacy was a bit young and arrogant for my taste. Probably what bothered me the most was knowing that she knew it. She knew if she wanted to suck my cock, she was going to. It was going to happen. Now on the one hand, that was tough for me to concede that I was going to lose this contest of wills. On the other hand though, she was going to take the sting out of losing by giving me head. Great head, if I were to believe her.

That was another thing that irked me. The way she said she’d give me the best blow job of my life. First, I’ve gotten a lot of blow jobs from a lot of women. Second, a lot of those women had sucked a lot of cocks before they sucked mine and Stacy was younger than most of them. I know that age isn’t necessarily an indication of experience. I’ve been with older women with very little experience and younger women with plenty. I had one reader email me to say that she sucked more cock by the time she was twenty than most women will suck in a lifetime. So on one level, I know that age and experience don’t always go hand in hand. Still, I thought it was highly unlikely that Stacy would be better than any of the women I had been with.

I should also note that I meant that strictly in a sense of physical cocksucking ability. I know that I’m more turned on by older women and therefore they have a huge advantage in the mental stimulation. And let’s face it, that’s at least half of what makes a blow job great. Stacy might be a one-of-a-kind cocksucker, but if I was only mildly turned on by the thought of her going down on me, I couldn’t see her giving me as big a thrill as, say, a Connie or a Cheri.

Still, there I was, sneaking glances at her across the bar, wondering how I could gracefully change my mind without feeling like I was sacrificing my pride. And she kept catching me. It seemed like every time I looked over, her head turned and our gazes met. Each time that smirk on her lips seemed to get a little more smug.

I lingered in the bar and was one of the last from my crowd to leave. As I made my way to the door, Stacy intercepted me.

“Ready now?” she asked. The smugness of her smile made me want to say no, but that just wasn’t going to happen. I had already started thinking about her lips sliding up and down my shaft and wondering just how good a sucking she would give me.

I gave her a raised-eyebrow look, trying to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind.

“Shut up!” Stacy said. “Like, stop pretending you don’t want it!” She had a big smile on her face now. Not the smug smile, but a happy one. She was probably feeling a bit smug too about knowing she could manipulate me. But that was overshadowed by what seemed to be genuine excitement. Stacy looked like a kid who had just been promised an ice cream cone. Was she really that excited to get to suck my cock?

Now I have had the pleasure of knowing lots of women who really enjoy sucking cock. Some have claimed to like sucking my cock as much as I like getting it sucked, which seems tough to believe, if only because I really, really enjoy it. That and the fact that I almost always cum. Some women have cum while performing their oral magic on me, but most don’t. So naturally I wonder how it could be as good for them when I’m the one who’s getting off.

Stacy’s enthusiasm for giving head didn’t really surprise me. What I didn’t get was why she wanted to blow me in particular. Yeah, she had heard a story about me getting sucked off by someone she knew. I could see where that might be a little stimulating. But I was still little more than a face and a name to her. Most of the women who were so eager to get on their knees for me knew me well enough.

Still, there was no denying that Stacy’s whole face had lit up when she saw that I would accompany her to her car. I never even said anything, I just shrugged and let a little hint of a smile slip across my face. The next thing I knew, she was virtually dragging me out the door and across the parking lot.

It was early twilight. Still too light in my opinion to be fooling around in a car parked in a crowded lot. But Stacy’s car did indeed have heavily tinted windows. She led me over to it and I slipped in the passenger side door. Stacy climbed in the driver’s side and, pulling the door closed behind her, turned and smiled at me. Her smile was so wide she was almost laughing.

“Well, don’t make me wait!” Stacy was leaning over and pawing at my pants almost immediately. I don’t know what I had been expecting, but I wasn’t ready for her to go straight for my crotch. I guess I thought we’d be making out and working our way up to the main event, but Stacy has other plans.

Before giving me so much as a kiss, Stacy was undoing my pants and fishing around for my member. Things had gotten started so quickly that I hadn’t had time to get aroused. It wasn’t the kind of sexy, steamy buildup that would have me hard as a rock before I ever got it out of my pants. Most of the best blow jobs I’ve gotten started with a lot of anticipation. There wasn’t any of that in this case.

And, in all honesty, I felt a bit bewildered by how aggressively Stacy was coming after me. I was caught off balance. Not that I didn’t want her to suck my cock. I was in with both feet at this point and very much expecting a blow job. But I found myself thinking more about Stacy’s motives than her lips on my rod. I was so preoccupied with why she was going down on me that I wasn’t fully enjoying how she was doing it.

But Stacy didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised to pull a soft member from my pants. She bent her head down and slipped me into her mouth. The sudden warmth sent a tremor of pleasure through me. Stacy sucked gently as my cock swelled in her mouth. After a minute of her tongue undulating along my vein and her lips rubbing softly up and down my shaft, my cock was fairly hard. Not straining-for-release-rock-hard, but I’d say about ninety percent.

Stacy reached her hand around my pole, grasping it firmly near the base. She put the head to her lips but didn’t open her mouth. At first I wasn’t sure what was going on. She rubbed my cock on her lips and licked me a few times, but she was no longer sucking me. Then she opened her mouth and took half of me inside. Almost immediately her body started to tremble and a muted cry escaped from her. I saw her hips wrenching and bucking on the other side of the car and I realized that she was cumming. For a long moment she held me half way into her mouth while her body writhed and shook.

“Oh,” Stacy breathed, sitting back a little bit. “God, I wasn’t ready for that just yet!” She gave a short laugh and gave my shaft a pump with her hand. “Your cock is like, just incredible!” She bent over and put me in her mouth again. She only bobbed a couple of times before sitting up again.

“I’ve got to stop for a second,” Stacy said, sounding apologetic. “I don’t want to be responsible if I cum again with you in my mouth!” She gave another little laugh, and continued to pump me slowly with her hand. Taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes, she said, “Okay, let’s try this again.”

Stacy bent over me again but didn’t take me into her mouth straight away. I have to admit, the idea of her cumming while sucking my cock had really turned me on. The idea that she might have another orgasm from putting my member back in her mouth was even more exciting. My cock went from ninety percent to as hard as it’s ever been. I’ve never felt a change in intensity quite like that before. One moment I was just sort of along for the ride. I was getting a blow job because it was there to be had, but I didn’t have any real enthusiasm. Suddenly, the woman is cumming just from putting me in her mouth and my cock turns to granite. I went from wondering if I’d be able to cum in less than ten minutes to worrying about that I might cum in one.

I was almost impatient for Stacy to start sucking me again, but glad she didn’t. Like I said, I was suddenly very into this blow job and didn’t want it to end too quickly. Stacy, for her part, was still taking her time, not so much for my sake but for her own. I guess she was still close enough to orgasm herself that she had to hang back.

We both sat there barely moving, the tip of my cock against Stacy’s lips, both of us catching our breath. Slowly, Stacy opened her mouth and slid her lips down my straining shaft. The warmth and wetness of a woman’s mouth never felt so good. She went almost three quarters of the way down. Stacy moved so slowly it was like she was trying to tease me, but I knew the reason was because she was already dangerously stimulated herself.

Stacy went oh-so-slowly up and down my shaft three or four times before pausing again.

“Still pretty close,” she whispered, licking the under side of my head. “I like to work up to it a little before I cum. I like it best if I’ve got it down in my throat when I do,” she explained. The way she was talking made it sound as though she was accustomed to having orgasms while sucking cock. I’ve known very few women that have cum just from giving head, and those were usually special, particularly hot, circumstances. I had never met a woman who regularly reached orgasm that way.

A moment later Stacy’s lips closed around my cock again and she began sucking rather quickly. Her strokes were deep and silky and my cock, already straining, was on the verge of exploding. It was all I could do to hold back as I watched her ponytail bobbing in my lap.

Suddenly Stacy buried herself on my erection, pressing my head hard into the back of her throat. As she did, her body once again convulsed as her orgasm surged through her. She pulled her head up only a little bit before hammering it back down on my shaft. The feel of the head of my cock pounding against the back of her throat combined with the orgasmic thrashing of her body were too much for me.

My stomach muscles tightened and my ass lifted out of the seat as I thrust forward. Stacy barely had time to pull back before the cum roared out of my cock into her mouth. The surge of my ejaculation seemed to go on and on as my body hunched forward involuntarily.

Stacy continued to suck me even as her body trembled with her own orgasm. I dropped back into the seat as Stacy’s lips sucked the last drops from my spent member. My body spasmed a few times as her mouth continued up and down me even as I began to soften. When she finally let me slip from her mouth and I was able to unclench the muscles of my abdomen and thighs, I felt completely drained.

Stacy sat up, wiped the corner of her mouth and let out a soft laugh. “Oh God that was good!” She took several deep breaths. “Come on. Let’s go back in so you can buy me a drink to wash that down,” she said as I tucked myself back into my pants. I shrugged and followed her back into the bar.

It was strange that only ten minutes before I had been resisting Stacy, not wanting to let her call all the shots. Now she was leading me back to the bar to buy her another drink and I was going along unconcerned. But I have to admit, the idea of Stacy cumming while sucking my cock not once but twice made it one of the more exciting blow jobs I’d ever had. I guess I could let her run the show for that kind of payoff.

When we got our drinks, Stacy took a long sip of hers, then another. “You’re so lucky,” she told me. “Men never have to worry about getting the taste of cum out of their mouths. Not straight men anyway,” she added.

“Is it that bad?” I asked. Now I don’t get nearly enough opportunities to discuss the particulars of cocksucking with women, so when I get the chance, I don’t pass it up. My experience has been that women find the taste of cum somewhere between disgusting and tolerable. I’ve been told by some readers that they actually like the taste, but I haven’t personally heard it from any woman who’s swallowed one of my loads.

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad and it lingers for a while,” Stacy said, sipping her drink again. “But it’s worth it,” she added with a leering smile in my direction.

“Why do you uh, you know, let a guy shoot in your mouth if you don’t like it?” I pretty much knew what the answer would be, but I always like to hear how different women explain it.

“It’s not that I don’t… well,” Stacy paused, organizing her thoughts. “I guess I just get so excited that I don’t care how it tastes.” She shrugged and took another sip. “At least not until later.” She smiled and held up her glass.

“So you get turned on by a guy, uh, you know.”

“Cumming in my mouth?” she finished for me. I nodded. “God, yes. I’m starting to get wet all over again just thinking about it.” She gave my thigh a squeeze. “Hurry up and finish your drink. I think I’m ready for more.”

I looked at her, my eyebrows arching. “More?” I asked. I knew what she meant, but wanted to hear her say it. I wasn’t disappointed. Stacy leaned close to whisper in my ear.

“More of your fabulous cock in my mouth, pounding the back of my throat and shooting your cum on my tongue. I can’t wait to swallow another load of your cum. Mmmmmm!”

Now I have to say, if I were reading something someone else had written where a woman said that, I’d be pretty skeptical. I mean, face it. It’s the sort of thing you’d expect to hear in a porno. It’s not something a woman would say to a man in a bar. But that’s what Stacy said to me.

A range of things went through my mind as she whispered to me. The first was that she was being too over the top. She already had me where she wanted me. If she simply asked me to go back out to her car, I wouldn’t have been able to say no. I can’t say it sounded phony when she said it. I mean, she had just had two orgasms solely from sucking my cock. But it felt like she was saying it because she thought it was what I wanted to hear. I could be completely wrong, but that was how it came across.

Also, I felt that twinge of resentment. Yeah, I was pretty much going to do whatever she wanted at this point, so why did this seem like a blunt attempt to manipulate me? Maybe she talked that way anyway. I don’t know. If she did, then I let it bother me for nothing. But a wink, a lick of her lips and an invitation to walk her to her car would have done the trick.

But the thought that pushed through all of this was that I wanted Stacy to suck my cock again. I felt my still-soft member start to stir again. I knew I had cum quicker than I would have liked, and really didn’t get to test her cocksucking skills. And I was curious to see if having my cock in her mouth the second time would be exciting enough to make her climax.

I finished my drink, put the glass down and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“I can’t wait to have you suck my cock again.” Stacy looked at me, finished her drink and led me out of the bar with a combination of excitement and impatience.

We climbed back into Stacy’s car. Now it was dark enough that we didn’t really need the tinted windows. It was almost an exact replay of the first time as Stacy grabbed at my zipper right away. I leaned the seat back and got comfortable before pushing her hands out of the way and extracting my partially erect cock from my pants.

But this time Stacy started sucking me right away. Her lips slipped up and down my shaft, spreading silky warmth as my shaft continued to stiffen. Now when I get an erection that soon after cumming, it’s usually a little tender at first, almost sore. But when it gets hard, it’s a rock and it stays hard. If Stacy had stopped sucking me at that point, I would have stayed hard as a rock for quite a while. That erection is kind of like a morning hard on. It just doesn’t want to go away.

Stacy was apparently aware that my cock would be a little tender to start and her sucking was deep, slow and gentle. As I reached the point of completely erect, I felt Stacy starting to quiver a bit. Sure enough, after only a few minutes of sucking my granite-like erection, she slipped me out of her mouth and held her breath for a moment. She looked like she was trying to hold back her orgasm.

“Ahh,” she whispered. “I love having a really, really hard cock in my mouth.” She lowered her lips down over my rod again and forced herself all the way down on me. Once again I felt the head of my cock grinding against the back of her throat. This time my erection was harder and though Stacy pushed herself down repeatedly, she couldn’t take in as much as she had in our first session.

I watched her body writhing in her seat as her ponytail bobbed in my lap. Her legs were shifting, her ass twitching and her back was arching as she sucked me and I figured it was only a matter of time before she came again. I don’t usually talk while getting my cock sucked, but I wanted to see if I could help her to cum with a few choice words.

“God, you’re a good cocksucker!” I moaned. A little whimper escaped her and her hips gyrated in the seat. “Yeah,” I breathed. “I love the feel of my cock against the back of your throat.” Her lips separated from my shaft to let out a squeal of pleasure. Then she slammed herself down hard on my cock so forcefully it almost hurt. She held me there, her body twitching and spasming as she orgasmed.

As her body relaxed again, Stacy began sucking me at a furious pace. Ordinarily, when a woman goes that fast she gets pretty sloppy. Teeth become an issue, the strokes usually get shorter and much of the sensuality is lost. Well, Stacy wasn’t too bad in the teeth department. Occasionally I’d feel them graze my member, but nothing that hurt or distracted me. But even though I felt mostly lips and tongue, there is nothing sensual about a woman’s mouth jack hammering away on my cock. Especially since now she was taking in less than half of my shaft.

Granted, she was sucking me off for the second time in less than an hour. If she was a woman who had sucked a lot of cock, she’d know that getting a guy off the second time can take some effort. So I figured that was why she went at it the way she did. I’m not saying I’d cum faster if she went slower, at least not the second time, but I wouldn’t have minded her taking it slow for a while so I could sit back and enjoy it.

Once a woman steps up the pace, I know she’s just trying to get me to cum. At that point it’s no longer about a woman using her mouth to please me. It’s more about getting me to cum so she can stop sucking me and go home. That’s how it usually seems to me, and this was no exception.

Stacy was a decent cocksucker, at least in how her mouth felt on my shaft. But she didn’t seem to fully understand that an important part of a blow job is mental. If she had spent more time massaging and caressing my cock with her mouth and tongue, built up my anticipation or even if she had just taken her time and sucked me slowly for a little bit it would have been better.

Instead, it was more like she was jerking me off with her mouth. Now don’t get me wrong. I appreciate a woman who can suck like that and keep it up long enough to get me off. In this case Stacy was at it ten minutes or more and her pace barely wavered. That’s some pretty impressive cocksucking endurance. Especially hunched over in the front seat of a car the way she was. But when I finally came, it wasn’t the big deal it could have been.

Stacy’s head bobbed up and down on my hard cock over and over. It took a while, but eventually I felt my shaft begin to throb and my balls begin to tighten. That second orgasm is often gut wrenchingly good, enough to make every muscle in my body tighten and release.

This one was good, but not quite that good. My cock was tingling as I felt it building up and I held back as much as I could, letting go with grunt and a whole-body spasm. My cock, balls, thighs, stomach–basically the whole region–flooded with warmth as I erupted in Stacy’s mouth for the second time that night. Once again she sucked me clean and swallowed my cum before letting my cock slip from her mouth.

Stacy was breathing heavy from the exertion of her marathon sucking as she sat up and leaned back in the driver’s seat. She watched as I tucked myself back into my pants and zip my fly.

“It may not taste so great,” Stacy said with a sigh, “But I love to make a man cum in my mouth.”

Okay, Stacy presents some scoring problems for me because some things about her blow jobs were great and some were not. First things first, she sucked my cock twice in an hour. I’ve said before and I’ll say it now, a woman who blows me two times in a row is something special and I’ll give her a good score for that alone. Stacy swallowed both times too. A lot of women who don’t like the taste of sperm would spit it out or not let me cum in their mouths in the first place. So she deserves credit there as well. Again, a woman who does those two things would get at least a seven point five to an eight, even if they didn’t do anything more.

In Stacy’s case, more was her cumming while sucking my cock. That’s something that I rarely experience and I’ve never had a woman cum three times that way. So there was definitely a lot of sexual excitement, especially that first time when Stacy came twice while blowing me. If you’ve read my earlier journal entries, you know it’s rare that I cum quickly, so the fact that I did says a lot about how turned on I was by Stacy’s orgasms. Is there anything sexier than a woman who cums while sucking cock?

There are a couple of other things worth mentioning about Stacy. First, she was very direct. She was excited about the idea of sucking my cock and pretty much came over and told me so. She also was uninhibited about giving me head in the parking lot of a bar. Yeah, the windows were tinted, but let’s be serious. A man and woman get into a car and the car doesn’t start up, pretty much anyone with half a clue knows what’s going on. Especially if they get out of the car ten minutes later all smiles.

There was also Stacy’s power sucking, which, while not one of my favorite things a woman does, was impressive for a couple reasons. She sucked hard and fast without being sloppy with her teeth. And she kept at it for as long as it took to get me off. A marathon cocksucker like Stacy is impressive, even if it’s not my favorite way to be sucked. While I didn’t take any points away for her sucking me this way, I generally don’t add any either.

There were several things about Stacy’s blow job that I did feel should detract from her score. Her age and her arrogance were number one on the list. Stacy may have sucked a lot of cocks, maybe even more than some of the older women I’ve been with, but she wasn’t in their league. At least, she isn’t yet, although a woman who enjoys sucking cock as much as Stacy will certainly only get better. But for her to say she would be the best I’d ever had was absurd. She might have great techniques and a mouth made for cock, but she still had a lot to learn about the mental part. A man who knows what good cocksucking is all about (and I like to think I do), knows that at least half of what makes a blow job great happens before he even unzips his fly.

Stacy also was dressed in sweats, which are about as un-sexy and unflattering as anything I can think of. Sucking me in the front seat of her car, while it did provide the excitement of a public place, took away a couple things that I relish in a blow job. In particular, there was no way for Stacy to be on her knees and there was no way I was going to see anything but the back of her head. Yeah, the thrill of getting blown in a parking lot was more than enough to make up for it, but I’m still allowed to be disappointed I didn’t get to see Stacy on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock.

The last thing was the lack of sensuality in her blow job. I like to feel a woman is focused on my cock and is sucking it because she is all about pleasing me in one of the most submissive ways a woman can. Stacy might have sucked a lot of cocks, but she still hadn’t figured out that getting a man to cum is not the same thing as pleasing him. A great blow job starts with the attitude of the woman and her desire to make it a special, intimate experience. As I said in an earlier entry, it isn’t a good blow job just because I cum. There’s much more to it than that, and Stacy simply hadn’t grasped that yet.

I’ll give Stacy an eight point five. While her actual cocksucking isn’t worth that high a score, there were circumstances that made me feel a bit generous. She blew me in a public place, not once but twice. She came three times from nothing more than having my cock in her mouth. Plus the fact that, though she said she didn’t like the taste of cum, she swallowed both of my loads. Those are factors that I have to take into account, and they’re worth the extra point or so that they add to her overall score.

As a follow-up, I should mention that a week and a half after this, Stacy came to my apartment on a Saturday afternoon and sucked my cock two more times. Once again she was dressed in unappealing sweats and once again her sucking was a straightforward, not very sensual, bobbing marathon. She only came once herself that time. Clearly the circumstances of that first night in the bar parking lot were part of what made it good for her too.

There was also an annoying attitude thing. Stacy seemed to think her performance in the parking lot made her irresistible to me, that she had been so good I couldn’t say no. The truth was I had nothing better to do that day and was curious to see if she would cum again while servicing me. I’ve since had the satisfaction (okay, this is a little bit petty, I admit) of turning her down when she wanted to come over again. But it did feel good to say no, if only because Stacy thought she was better than she actually was. I will say that I wouldn’t mind sticking my cock in her mouth in another ten years, just to see if she becomes the cocksucker she has the potential to be.

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