Samantha’s first deepthroat. An erotic cock sucking story.

“Sam, you don’t have to do this,” Jeremiah said, voice breathy with anticipation. He reached down to cup my chin in his palm, bringing my face up to meet his gaze.

“I want to,” I said simply, giving him a small smile as I turned my attention back to the fly of his blue jeans. Easing down the zipper, I felt him shift back a little in the cool leather of the chair. His knees opened wider and he moved his ass forward just a little– enough to make himself more accessible, in spite of his protests.

“Are you sure?” The tension in his voice betrayed his desire, despite his attempts to be a gentleman. Excitement made his voice gruff– gravelly and tight. We’d never done this before- sure, we’d fucked many times, and we always came together. But I’d never put my mouth on him before, though we’d talked about how he loved to fantasize about that. But it was Valentine’s Day, and he ‘d been extra special sweet, giving me roses and chocolates and tiny gold bracelet I’d had my eye on for months now.

The least I could do was help him live his fantasy. “I’m sure,” I told him, patting the underside of his thigh. “Move your ass up, help me get these jeans down.”
With a gusty sound of anticipation, he shifted again, looping large fingers into his belt loops and yanking his jeans down to mid-thigh.

I watched with greedy eyes, reaching up to adjust the thick material here and there to make things smoother. Reaching in to take hold of his cock, I eased it out of his pants with gentle patience, surprising given my hunger to taste it.
Once free, it sprang up into my face and I gave a small gasp of delight at how massive it was.

“Are you comfy down there?” he asked then, smirking down at me with a twinkle in his eye.

“I am.” I smiled back, loving the fact that he’d asked. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, I’d taken one of the cushions off of the old plaid couch and wedged it beneath my knees. “More than comfy.” His look was tender, and he reached out to touch my hair. Nuzzling against his hand for a moment, I gripped his cock in gentle fingers and began moving my still-closed lips over the sticky flesh of his head. The smell was exquisite, the skin so soft.

He groaned low in his throat, and his grip on the back of my head became firmer.

I opened my mouth and began sliding my tongue over him, lapping up his sticky pre-cum with relish. He tensed and began to pant a little. I used my other hand to stroke his balls lightly as I tilted my head and licked up from the base of his cock all the way to the head.
His other hand came up to touch my hair now– there was no force in his grip, but it was clear where he wanted me. Before I could think about it, I opened my mouth and took him in, every inch, until he filled me completely, right down to the base of my throat.

I’d never deep-throated anyone before, and I stopped moving altogether, poised over him as I tried not to gag.

You’ll get used to it, I reminded myself as I blinked to fight back the tears in my eyes. They were watering like mad. Jeremiah sat watching me, eyes filled with desire, and after a moment I had recovered enough to continue.

Bobbing my head up and down on him at a leisurely pace, I let my tongue move languidly against the smooth underside of his cock, using my hand to stroke him. I moved slowly, savouring the feel of him in my throat now as I moved up and down on him, my fingers meeting my lips now and again as I kept up my smooth, rhythmic pumping.

“My god,” Jeremiah groaned, playing with my hair now as my head moved up and down in his lap. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. You must make me want to explode.”

He was soft and slick against my tongue, and I could taste his pre-cum now in the back of my throat. It was thicker than it was before, the salty taste filling my mouth with the taste of his growing arousal. It was delicious, and I let my tongue roam greedily over the underside of his shaft, moaning myself now as my pussy began to clench with longing.

Jeremiah sat back now, very still, his head resting on the back of the chair and his mouth hanging open slightly. He looked like a man completely taken over by desire, and I stopped my up-and-down motion for a moment, taking the time to lap at the head of his cock lovingly.
Using both hands, I began to stroke up and down his cock again, cupping his balls with care as I explored with my hands for a moment. He was so big, so hot. I couldn’t wait to feel him explode in my mouth.

Taking him in my mouth once again, I eased down again so that he touched the bottom of my throat, and began stroking again with one hand while I caressed his balls with the other. His hands, which had been moving through my hair, suddenly stopped, and I could feel the muscles of his legs tighten around me.

Within seconds he had stiffened completely, putting all his weight on his feet and thrusting his hips up in the air, driving his cock deeper into my throat. He made a strangled gurgling sound and then hot streams of cum began pumping down the back of my throat.

His features were a mask of intensity– eyes squeezed shut, and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Watching him, I swallowed every last drop of cum and loved every second of his blissful orgasm.Once he was done, he lay very still in the chair, head still thrown back as he tried to catch his breath.

“Samantha,” he rasped, as he continued to stroke the top of my head. “That was without a doubt the best Valentine’s Day gift I’ve ever had.”

I sat back on my heels now, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand and smiling up at him.

“I hope that doesn’t mean you’re done for the night,” I told him, grinning. “Because I’m just getting started.”

 

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