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Life of an Intern, pt. VI
Life of an Intern, pt. VI
... In Tom's living room, while his wife is on a business trip ...
"I really want to fuck you. I'm not going to, of course, because that would be wrong. But I can tell you that I'm wet right now just looking at that big bulge in your jeans. Right? We can talk, perfectly innocently, about this sort of thing, right?"
"Unh ..." is his response as I squeeze the bulge affectionately.
"I find you tremendously sexy," I say, climbing astride him on his small leather couch.
"I really don't think we should do this," he protests, far too quietly to mean it.
"And you know what I find most sexy about you? How very hard you try to stay faithful to your wife. She's so lucky you have you." As I'm talking, I run my left hand through his hair, my right hand unbuckling his belt and opening the buttons of his jeans, strained from his tantalizing erection.
"Oh my god, we can't do this."
I lean in close to his ear and whisper, "She's ... so ... lucky ..." I can smell his spicy cologne. I bury my face in his neck and take a deep breath, then I raise my head and gently tug on his earlobe with my teeth.
"Unh ..." he says again as I push my hand through his fly.
My fingers close around his cock and I lick my lips approvingly. "You're huge," I tell him honestly. "I love big dicks."
And I do. It's not a mere preference -- like, I prefer big dicks over small ones -- it's actually a fetish. When I first saw the size of his swollen cock pressed against his jeans, I decided I would make sure I got the chance to give him the blow job of his life. Now here I am, and I'm not going to let this opportunity get away.
As I pull his swollen cock from his boxers, he tries in vain to stop me. It doesn't seem like he's trying all that hard.
I climb off him and settle myself to his side on the couch, my mouth positioned over him.
He covers his cockhead with his hands. "No," he says, more forcefully this time. "I really don't think we should go this far."
"Come on," I say coyly. "It's just another form of recreation." I try to peel his hands away. "It's like we went out and had a game of tennis."
He chuckles. His resolve is definitely wavering, so I go in for the kill. I put my hands over his on his throbbing prick, look him in the eyes and say, "Please ... let me suck you."
Whatever protest he had been about to offer dies in his throat. He allows me to move his hands aside.
I'm so wet I fleetingly wonder if I might slide right off the couch. I love sucking on a big dick. Call it a favorite pastime. The big ones are a challenge -- and it's always impressive to a guy with a big dick when a girl can take the whole thing in her mouth.
I lick all around his purple head, my tongue playing around the ridge, teasing. All at once, I suck him into my mouth, down to the base of his shaft. He gasps. As I slowly release his cock from the depths of my throat, my tongue plays along the sensitive underside.
"Fuck yes ..." he moans, closing his eyes and leaning back.
My tongue does a dance around his circumcision and up, swirling closer and closer to his hole. "So fucking big," I purr. "I love your fat cock."
I pull him back into my mouth, eliciting a stream of compliments. "You're so fucking hot, Anna ... yeah, suck me ... unh ... feels so fucking good!"
He's running his fingers through my hair and fucking my mouth faster ... faster ...
"Mmm ... I'm going to come!" he says, with more urgency than I think necessary. I look up at him and flash him as much of a smile as I can manage while keeping my lips around his gorgeous prick.
I suck him in deep, swiftly, and he stiffens. "You're going to make me come ... oh my fucking god, you're making me come ..."
And I suck and swallow, suck and swallow as he floods my mouth. It tastes bittersweet and I want every drop from this big cock -- this big cock that belongs to a man who is 20 years older than me, married, and my boss.