I knocked on the door to her apartment, somewhat nervous. I hadn’t seen her for over a year.

She answered after a few moments, butt naked, and pulled me inside. She looked amazing, her voluptuous size 16 body on full display, wearing only tall black heels.

“I’m so mad at you for making me want this” she said, dragging me into her lounge. “Take your clothes off and sit on the chair”

“I haven’t talked to you in a year! How is this my fault??” I exclaimed playfully, removing my shirt and starting to work on my pants.

“You should have never told me about your fantasy!” She said through gritted teeth. There was something sexy about her angry passion that drove me wild as she pulled her blonde hair into a tight ponytail.

“It was ages ago! I didn’t expect this” I said defensively. I tugged at my jeans to pull them down.

“I came twice before I messaged you!” She interjected, a desperate look on her face. “And then again in the shower while you were driving over here! I tried to not want this but… here we are…”

“Wow” I stammered, caught off guard. I moved towards the chair, more out of instinct to get my balance than because that’s what I’d been told to do.

“All of it off” she said pointing at my underwear. She reached down to a small box and opened it. The pace had slowed in the room from a frantic rush to a calculated, sensuality. It was like the transition from an action scene into a slow motion scene in a movie.

“The moment I got these delivered here this morning….” she continued, “the moment I put them on, I got wet….I thought about how you’d want to see me suck your cock wearing them…. and then come all over them”

“Mmm” I growled,taking my seat. My cock swelled as she slid the large black rimmed glasses on. I could tell from her dirty talk she was fully aroused as well. Her hard pink nipples were also a bit of a give away.

I removed my underwear, tossing them to the side and loved the look on her face, biting her bottom lip and drinking in the image of my swollen 9 inch cock. My swollen balls hung done between by legs, pubes shaved smooth with a glistening smear of precum from my uncut tip.

She fell to her knees as i relaxed back into the chair, her face instantly drawn to my balls, licking, sucking and slurping on them as they rapidly filled with fluid and arousal at her dedication.

I groaned, her big blue eyes staring into my soul over the top of her frames as she worked my plump flesh with her broad tongue while alternately sucking each of my swollen, tender plums.

“I’ve missed your cock so much” she groaned deeply, before licking its entire length, from the root to the tip. She swirled her acrobatic tongue around the tip, collecting the slimy precum and devouring it hungrily before licking her lips.

She parted her lips, gently taking the tip and first couple of inches into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and coating me in saliva. She slowly bobbed back and forth, each stroke taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth.

She tried her best to maintain eye contact before she could no longer, shutting her watering eyes before throating me deeply. She did her best to take me as deep as she could, twisting her mouth back and forth to try loosen herself up, leaving a trail of thick spittle along my throbbing length.

“Sorry” she gasped between breaths, “I’m a bit out of practice. I know I can take it all…” she hummed.

She had skills, I couldn’t deny that. She had been the only girl that had ever been able to take my entire length down her throat.

She tried again, each stroke aided by the grip of her left hand around my shaft, enhancing the feeling of each stroke as she progressed deeper and deeper onto me. Her deep, throaty gagging noises and slippery saliva only aided the sloppy sensations as she focused on her task.

I could feel her frustration, unable to break through the final inch or so barrier. She released her hand and found my own, bringing it to the back of her head without stopping her rhythm. Her eyes opened and her face looked at me in a begging manner, as if to say “make me”

I could almost smell her arousal in the air, gently pressing the back of her head lower and lower with each stroke, feeling her respond with enthusiasm in kind. She cared not for her own comfort, wanting only to take me all. Finally, as my cock swelled and ached I felt her let go, taking me balls deep into her throat as she held me down, the sensation incredible.

She gasped as I released her, spit clinging to her chin with the biggest smile I’d ever seen.

“I knew you could do it” I smiled proudly. I loved how messy and enthusiastic she got.

“Thank you” she said proudly, “I’ve missed your huge cock. Do you mind if I play with myself?”

“Hmmm” I pondered playfully. “I guess I’ll allow it”

She groaned as her fingers delved between her legs, the vibrations distributing along my shaft with a pleasant frequency. She gasped as she continued to work me, her free hand wrapped around my stump assisting her mouth.

She gasped as she sat back slightly, grabbing at me and slapping my wet meat across her face with an excited smile on her face, leaving dots of saliva across her glasses.

She dropped lower, continuing to stroke me with her free hand and licking my smooth balls, worshipping and sucking them as i writhed with ecstasy. Getting your balls licked has always been an unappreciated art but she had mastered it.

She spent the next couple minutes alternating between sucking and licking my balls, her enthusiasm building closer and closer as she continued working on herself.

I noticed a mirror on the wall, smiling at the idea as I sat up and stood, her face dropping before I grabbed the mirror off the wall and repositioned it behind her before sitting back down again.

Her arousal only grew knowing I was watching her, her stroking enthusiastic and desperate. I could see the unmistakable moistness in her gash and her movements hurried, playing up knowing I was watching.

She flopped her mouth off me, her face pushing into my balls and smearing her spit all over her glasses as she gasped in pleasure. I could see from the twitching of her lips she was on the precipice….

“Please can I come…” she begged, suckling on my swollen balls as she groaned. Her pace slowed, careful not to over do it while awaiting my response, almost stopping as I held out onto her almost to the point of no return. “Pleaseeeee…”

“You may” I granted.

The response was immediate, her fingers rapidly accelerating in the mirror. Her pussy twitched and winked at me before a dribble of ladycum gushed down over her fingertips, her body exploding outwards from this epicentre.

As her body bucked and twisted, she gasped my base firmly, as if an anchor rope that held her to a mountainside, the only thing stopping her being blown down in the onslaught of weather.

Her orgasms had always been powerful and explosive. She had always been a girl who had taken a while to get there but when she did she had the tendency to dig nails into your back, rip your sheets and awaken the neighbourhood as she climaxed beneath you.

I’m still not sure of it was pure skill, instincts or just dumb luck but as she lurched forward mid-orgasm, her mouth once again found my cock.

The vibrations that’s rippled through me from her orgasmic groans were sensational, coupled with the pure excitement that she was so turned on from the whole experience.

Her movements were so intense and spasmic, yet somehow rhythmic and ruthless, not a care in her own mind about the consequences she was self inflicting upon her own throat. At some point, and I’m not sure when it was, her climax had finished yet she had flowed right into a primal, passionate porn worthy blowjob.

Her orgasm had done little to dull her enthusiasm, in fact if anything, it had enhanced her filthy desires. She sat back, looking up at me affectionately with ribbons of spittle dangling between my cock and her mouth, dribbling down to her chin.

“Please” she begged desperately. “Please come on my face, please come all over me and coat my glasses. Please ice me like the naughty little cumslut you’ve turned me into”

I stood in response, her smile speaking volumes of approval as she found her place beneath my cock. She looked so sexy, saliva and desperation smeared all over her face, her eyes shining up at me beneath the black rims of her glasses.

One of her hands gripped at her hair, holding it out of the way while her other found its way to my balls, ticking and tugging them on the way she knew would enhance my orgasm. She wanted it all, every last drop.

“Please” she kept begging, alternating her begs with vigorous tongue flicks over the tip of my throbbing head. “Please come on my face and glasses… please…”

My hand worked up and down my thick, veiny shaft. My hand was well lubricated with her spit and her fingers worked my balls expertly. It didn’t take long before I felt the initial ignition of orgasm deep within me.

She felt it too, gently tugging my balls as if to encourage cum out of them. My cock pulsed with pleasure, throbbing violently before exploding rope after rope of cum from the tip.

The first splash went straight into her mouth before I directed the remaining loads up towards her glasses, coating them with the thick glue. Blast after blast of cream smeared onto her face and glasses as I called out in pleasure, squeezing the final drops into her awaiting mouth before collapsing, exhausted back to the seat.

I watched with joy as she licked and scooped the cum from her face into her mouth, taking off her spectacles and looking me in the eye as she licked and swallowed my seed from them. I admired her passion and pure kinky desire as she leant forward, licking a couple of drops that had splashed on my hand.

Looking up, I could tell she was hypnotised.

“Same time tomorrow?” She asked with a coy smile.