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Are you an out-going man like me, a guy who loves adventure and always wants to try something different. I’m Mark, 27 years old and it is still fresh in my memories, my first blowjob experience with a street-walker , that I hooked-up with one night, while I was going home. It’s an experience that I will never forget. That first blowjob experience with that girl, is always a milestone that etched in my memories; it’s just like my first kiss… my first fuck…
I can still remember that time, it was my 18th birthday. It was a time that I needed to be independent from my family. With my first car that my dad bought me as a birthday gift. I wanted to hang-out with friends to celebrate my birthday. We visited clubs and bars to see hot girls and to drink. It’s a night to remember full of parties and happiness. After that long night, I sent all my friends to their homes. Though it’s very tiring, I’m still lively and singing Happy Birthday to myself. But, I decided to call it a night and go home. While I was driving home, I noticed a hot chick standing alone, as if she’s looking for someone. As I was looking to the her, something kinky entered my mind , maybe this girl is looking for a fuck.
Wow! Nice! without any delay I let the girl in the car. We made small conversation. She told me about herself and so did I, she is a first time street-walker and it’s obvious as her voice is shaking in our conversation, as she puffed her cigarette. Aha! it’s like I have won a lottery.
But the only things worse than first timers, are first timers without a clue. This pretty chick had no experience at all. That hand-job was forgettable, if she only knew how to stimulate my dick, but she didn’t have a clue. It was a courageous effort, shaking my dick from side to side and in circles and stroking it vertically without any passion and pleasure. I had to stop this from blowing into catastrophe and my first pillow talk word was,” stop.”
After that I set her on the right course, telling her how the penis worked and it became easy for her. She was a smart girl and was good at instructions. She is very willing to please and she wanted to make sure she satisfied me, but she lacked imagination and experience. She was very modest when it comes to this. And the question that is running through my mind is that, was she prepared to move on blowing, while I’m driving? It was a good thing that now she understood that stimulating my “buddy” went in vertical motion and was ready to be swallowed. I’m imagining excitedly, that my penis is wrapped in her mouth.
Before that I remembered, I read a porn magazine stating “I’m sure everyone’s got a bad blowjob tale lingering somewhere in the tip of their tongue. There’s only one enemy to the penis — the TEETH .
Then I felt it, wet, warm and the soothing sensation of her mouth. I was in heaven. I could not express my feeling and nothing could take this away from me. From the moment she swallowed it, until she’s licking up and down I am controlling myself not to cum. I want to savor every moment. Not until a few minutes into the blowjob, I felt a slight pain, I’m feeling her teeth on my penis. This cannot be… bj’s should not be painful, right? It’s like a girls first time fuck and there is that initial pain, but later turns to gold? Really strange, this was not how it was supposed to be.
Then she pumped harder and harder and the pain gets more excruciating. I pushed her head back and looked at my “buddy.” It was red pulsating with pain.
She continued and this time it was better. The pain that I was feeling turned into heaven, which made me ready to cum.
It went good, slow and pleasurable. I wanted more. It made me crazy. I don’t even care that I’m driving I just know that it feels like heaven sucking my buddy.
That was really good. My first bj in my car. Now, I’m excited to get her to my home. I’m pretty sure my birthday party will continue at my home. A night of hot and steamy sex to remember with my first blowjob while driving.
You can write your own story of your bj experience, while you are driving by leaving a comment in this article.
Watching Porn With Your Lover March 20, 2012 In "Adult Stuff"
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Readers, I was torn as to what category this should be. Since it involves a young lady offering a blow job to get out of a traffic stop, I placed it in NC/R. Feel free to let me know if you think I should put it somewhere else!
"Nick here will be your student," Ms. Smith smiled as she introduced us.
"Hi, I'm Amy Long," I said as I extended my hand and tried to look calm.
"Hello, Ms. Long, pleased to meet you."
And that is how I met Nick freaking Cascade. Initially I had simply jumped at the money when they told me I could double my tutoring rate. It turns out I would be tutoring Nick Cascade, one of the highest profile football recruits in the country, now enrolled at my football-crazy school. Celebrity might be an understatement, certainly many fans would classify him as a demi-god. To say Nick was a prize recruit would fail to grasp the mentality of the area, he was a legend in these parts. Even I, who didn't follow football much, knew who he was. I also knew some of the controversy surrounding him, the arrests and allegations.
What I hadn't expected was how handsome he was in person. Tall, confident, muscular, dark skin with an easy smile. Hot. I, on the other hand, was just a nerdy college girl, trying to make ends meet. While I thought I was pretty, Nick was in a whole different category.
During our tutoring sessions, Nick was on his absolute best behavior. Over the week, he continually impressed me with his kindness, his humility, and his sense of humor. He was a really, really nice guy. However, he seriously needed help in his classes. It wasn't that he was dumb, it was that he hadn't been exposed to things. He had read Jane Eyre in High School as a senior: I had read that in sixth grade. Sentence diagramming was a foreign concept. He didn't know how to break down words. Punctuation was a mystery. He had come out of an impoverished area of the state and just hadn't been exposed to good teachers, good books, high standards. I had my work cut out for me to get him to pass.
One day, sitting at our table in the study area of the athlete's complex, Nick scrambled to his feet.
I turned and came face to face with God. Well, that's what they called Coach Adams around here. He had turned the school into a football powerhouse and everyone sang his praises. His press conferences were the stuff of legend.
"Nick, how are your studies going?"
"Good, good sir. Amy here is helping me."
My brain finally caught up and I struggled to stand, but God motioned for me to sit down as he took a seat beside me.
"Nick, could you please get me a cup of coffee? Two creams, one sugar."
"Sure, Coach, sure," he said and raced off.
Coach turned his attention to me. It felt like there was a spotlight on me. I had heard of Coach Adams' charisma, but experiencing it in real life was amazing.
"Good, so far. We have a lot to do."
"Yes. Now you listen here, Ashley. I've worked hard to get this program where it is. I will not have scandal around my program. You're part of my team now. I'm counting on you to do the right thing. You are here to tutor Nick. You are not here to write his papers, you are not here to do his work. Understand?"
"If Nick gives you any trouble, you let me know, understand?"
"If Nick makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, if he asks you to write his paper, if he is rude to you, if he is late, if you get your hair cut and he doesn't like it, you let me know, understand?"
"If you smell alcohol on him, if you smell wacky smoke on him, you let me know."
And so I did. I mean, when God asks for you to unlock your phone, you unlock your phone. He put his number in my contacts.
"Now, this is my direct number," he said, motioning to the cell phone on his hip. "You call me anytime you need too. Understand?"
"Yes sir." Oh my God, I had God's personal cell on my phone
"This number is also for you, in case something is going on that you don't want me to know about. This is a blind number, they know if you are calling they are to get you what you need immediately and not ask questions. They don't know who you are, all they know is that you have their number. Any time, day or night. Understand?"
My goodness, he was intense. I was ready to run through a brick wall for him.
"Yes, sir. I won't disappoint you, sir."
Nick reappeared and offered the coffee.
"Thank you son, Ashley and I were just getting acquainted," Coach Adams smiled as he took a sip.
"Mmm," Coach Adams, smiled at his coffee. "They sure make good coffee here." His attention turned to me again. "I really like their bran muffins also. Would you be a dear and get me one?"
I knew the café was only for athletes, but when God tells you to get a muffin, you go get a muffin. I dashed off and told the guy at the counter that I needed a muffin for Coach Adams. When I returned, I saw Nick and Coach Adams engaged in a conversation. Or at least half of a conversation. Coach was doing a lot of talking, Nick was doing a lot of nodding. I gathered he was getting the other end of the lecture I had just received. Finally he finished and I rushed over to give him his muffin.
"Why thank you," he smiled and took it from me as he stood. "Ashley, Nick, it's been a pleasure, but I must be heading out. You two enjoy your day."
I sat down and watched God leave the building. My attention shifted to Nick, who let out a sigh and then his composure cracked as his shoulders slumped.
"Man, what if I can't do this? What if I'm not smart enough?"
I instinctively reached out to hold his thick forearm.
"Nick, come on, you're fine. I'll help you. I'm good at what I do. We are going to be fine." I shook him a little until he looked at me. "You're going to do fine." I shook him again. "Okay, take a deep breath and let's get started."
Things went well after that. Nick wasn't eligible to play due to his grades, but he still practiced. We met for two hours, three times a week. He was really a super nice guy. He was smart, too, I could tell, but he just was so far behind. He worked so hard to catch up, and he was always studious and polite. I couldn't help but admire him. Maybe being around someone who studied so hard inspired me, and I really hit the books for my classes.
Progress came slow, he had a lot of ground to make up. His professors weren't easy, no one here got a free pass, not even star athletes. Nick's papers came back smeared in red, but I could see the improvements. Together we managed to get him to pass remedial English. He seemed so happy and I was so proud of him. He was handsome, nice, studious, athletic...yeah, I started crushing on him. Big time. Alone in my dorm at night, inappropriate thoughts of him and me crept into my mind. I didn't deceive myself, I knew I had no shot with him. I was kind of aware that he had a girl, but a girl can dream. And dream I did. On the rare occasions when I had the room to myself I would think of him as I pleasured myself and then felt incredibly guilty afterward. One day, working at a desk in the study area, he caught me staring dreamily at him while he wrote his paper. I must have blushed a thousand shades of red as I tried to act like nothing was going on.
I wasn't a virgin, I had taken care of that after prom, but that I was the extent of my experience. I had come to college with every intention of sampling the delights of sexual activities, but things never worked out. Too many girls, not enough guys, guys just looking for a quick score. My sexual experience totaled to one drunken make-out session. I didn't like alcohol, didn't party, and apparently was more shy than a I thought. What happened to all the mid-level nerdy boys I used to hang out with in high school? Anyway, tutoring forced me out of my shell, and I was now fixated on Nick. I started consciously dressing nice for him, putting on makeup. He seemed to reciprocate, and we flirted as we studied.
Second semester started, his first real classes. He worked hard for his grades, such as they were, struggling every day. On a warm day in mid-March, I went to our Saturday afternoon tutoring session. He was there, waiting for me with a big smile. His SAT tests had come back, and he had passed, meaning he was now eligible to play. I shrieked in joy and leapt into his arms. I hugged him tight and kissed his cheek in a totally inappropriate display of affection.
"I couldn't have done it without you."
"Oh, Nick, don't sell yourself short."
"No, really Amy, I appreciate what you've done for me. All my life people have moved obstacles out of my way. You actually took the time to help me overcome one. I won't forget this."
I smiled up at him. I was still in his arms, his powerful arms, pressed up against his solid body. His kind words warmed my heart. And other parts of me.
"We should celebrate," I said, breaking the silence. Why don't you take me up to your room and do whatever you want with me?
In no time we were in his car, a hot little sports car which I didn't know he had. We were driving. I was wearing a little striped blouse and a knee-length skirt, sitting in the passenger seat as my man drove me down back roads. A wicked thought crossed my mind.
"How fast can this thing go?" I asked, raising my leg to show an indecent amount of my inner thigh.
His eyes jumped to me, looking at the skin I was showing. I casually ran a hand up from my knee.
"You should keep your eyes on the road, Nick."
His eyes went to the road and then back to me as I adjusted my skirt.
"Amy, babe, you're going to get me in trouble."
"Little old me? How am I going to get you in trouble?" I teased as I stroked my leg.
He floored it and the acceleration pushed me back into the seat. His eyes danced to road to me and back. I got even more into the scene, arching my back and purring. I was just about to ask him if he wanted to go back to his room when he suddenly tensed up. Sirens.
He slowed down as the cop caught us. Nick pulled over, his head on the steering wheel as he cursed. It was like I was suddenly with an entirely different person, someone scared and angry and vulnerable.
"Nick, I'm so sorry." This was all my fault for teasing him. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry."
The cop came over, big trooper hat and sunglasses. The cop told him to get out of the car and led him to between our car and the cop car. I didn't know what to do, I had never gotten in trouble, but I got out of car too.
"You stay right there, little missy," the cop ordered.
Nick's shoulders were slumped as the cop interrogated him. He had been going well over the speed limit. Worse, his license had expired. The cuffs came out. Nick was going to jail, going to get kicked out of school. Everything we had worked for over the past year was gone, all because of me. I had just ruined his life. I had to do something
"No, wait, please," I blurted out. The cop looked at me, and in my panic-stricken mind I seized on the first idea that had popped into my head. "I...I...I'll give you blowjob if you let us go." Where the hell did that come from?
"Please, sir, I know we were speeding, but I made him do it. I'll give you a blowjob if you let us go."
I forced a little smile for the cop. After a pregnant pause, he led Nick around to my side of the car. I noticed just how big the cop was, tan skin, broad shoulders, almost as big as Nick, which is saying something. He stepped over to me.
"Now what were you saying?" he asked quietly.
I swallowed. "I'll give you a blow job if you let us go."
"Hm. Well, let's see what you are working with."
Even through his shades I see him glance at my boobs. I momentarily considered protesting but decided I wasn't in any position to bargain. If I played along, maybe Nick would get set free. And so, on the side of the road in broad daylight, I lifted up my shirt to show my simple white bra. He smirked at me and I knew I needed to show more. I quickly lifted my bra and flashed my tits at him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nick glance over, but I had to focus on the cop.
I tried to swallow my apprehension and pulled my bra up again, this time leaving my breasts exposed. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even look at the cop, just stood there looking into the field. After what felt like an eternity, I glanced back at him.
I pulled my shirt down in alarm. "Off? But...I...," I stuttered as I looked around. The road was fairly deserted, but still public. "What if someone comes by?"
"What, you worried about getting arrested? Off."
I glanced helplessly at Nick. Seeing him slumped against the car steeled my resolve. Before I could think about it any more, I pulled my shirt over my head. My insides clenched and I clutched my shirt in my arms in front. The cop silently held his hand out. With no other options, I gave my shirt to him. I glanced around again, arms crossed over my chest, standing the bright sunlight without a shirt.
The word hit me like a punch to the gut. I remained hunched over, staring at his shoes as my hand snaked back to undo my bra. I had been taking off my bra for years, but suddenly my fingers couldn't figure out how to unhook it. A sound caught my attention and I turned to see a truck approaching. I squealed and dropped to the ground in a ball, cowering by the car. The truck passed without seeming to slow. I glanced up to the cop, who was looking irritated.
"Girl, I ain't got all day. Get up."
I got up and unhooked my bra, holding it to my chest. His hand casually reached out and waited for me. I shuttered as I peeled my bra from my body and gave it to him, covering my breasts with both arms.
I slowly straightened, fighting every instinct in my body.
It took every bit of my willpower to force my arms down, exposing my breasts to a man for the first time. In public.
He casually reached out and c
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