This is my response to Exhibit A’s Sinful Stories competition. Thanks very much to Bawdy Bloke for making his fantastic photo available for us competitors. While there were plenty of sexy photos to choose from, I kept coming back to the sexy one with the man tied to a tree. Here goes.
I am frustrated and irritated as I leave the office. Frustrated because it is my fucking birthday and Josh just had to be away on a business trip. The jerk. (OK, I know it’s unavoidable and important but that doesn’t mean I can’t pout about it). I’m irritated because Josh has apparently forgotten the date. No texts, no calls, no photos of his rock hard cock protruding from a hotel bathrobe to get me through the day. Nothing. I’m not worried exactly, but the ocean full of man-eating sharks next to his hotel and the possibility of an earthquake, or a strong wind, or a rude bystander shoving him into the sea to perish has crossed my mind. Mainly I’m worried about no cock for my birthday.
I tromp through the park, head down, trying to focus on what what kind of ice cream I am going to have for dinner, cursing Josh for making me have ice cream for dinner instead of cum. As I take my usual route toward the train station I realize I’m going to pass by the thicket of trees and bushes that Josh and I often use for lunch-break-park-fucking. Crap! I knew I had intended to take a different route tonight. Now my pussy is throbbing in longing and WHY HASN’T HE CALLED ALREADY?!
As I get closer to the trees, I hear the sound sound of semi-muffled throat clearing. What the hell? Oh great, I’m going to be attacked by an axe murderer on my birthday. Perfect. I haven’t had my fair share of cock yet, I can’t die now, dammit!
I take a deep breath and peer into the bushes. It could be someone who needs directions or something. Not everyone is an axe murderer, Mary. Geesh.
As I look closer, I see a man peeking from behind a tree. His hands are tied to a branch above his head and he has a gag on. (This is decidedly strange and a little exciting). I get a closer to see what the situation is. I’ve got my cell phone at the ready in case I need to call the cops but there is something non-threatening about the vibe here. He’s stopped making noise now that he has my attention and is looking at me expectantly, eagerly even. As I move into the thicket and can see him more fully, he looks down at himself (at his completely naked, gorgeous, increasingly hard, self) and I notice (in addition to the naked hard bits) that he has a sign tied to a ribbon around his neck. Sort of like the naughty boy in those old vintage school photos.
As I take in the sign I start to grin.
“Mary, I’m sorry I can’t be there for your birthday. This is Ben, his cock is your present from me. – Josh
P.S. Call me when you get home and you can tell me all about it.”
Oh, goody! He didn’t forget my birthday after all! (I do a little happy dance in the tiny clearing). He got me my favorite thing! I am positively beaming and I can see Ben’s cock getting harder as he sees how happy I am.
I pull Ben around so the tree is beside us and we’re slightly more concealed from the path. I drop my briefcase and jacket under a bush and sink to my knees in front of him with a delighted sigh. I look up at him from under my lashes and can see that he’s getting a tiny bit desperate. Slowly, because it’s my birthday and I’ll do what I like, I lean forward and pull my tongue from the base of his cock to the tight tip. Several times, like a cat. His cock leaps a little under my tongue. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, then slide back down and slurp one of his balls into my mouth. He groans and I love the feel of his hard cock against my cheek as my mouth works on his balls. One then the other, then back again, my hands are gripping the backs of his thighs for balance as he sways a little on his feet from his tether to the tree.
Finally, after I’ve licked and sucked and swirled to my heart’s content, I lift my head and take his cock into my mouth. Slowly, slowly, I slide it down and back, swirling my tongue in little figure eights over the tip. He’s panting through the gag now and I’m positively dripping underneath my skirt, soaking my tights. I want to sink my fingers into my pussy but I grip his thighs tighter and force myself to wait. I’ll get to come when I call Josh later.
Ben has managed to turn me so that his feet are on either side of my knees and my back is against the tree. I’m done teasing him with my tongue, I need to feel him come down my throat. I slide my mouth further around his cock, slipping him deeper and deeper into my throat until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat and I’m stroking his cock with swallows. He’s pounding his cock into my throat now, my head crushing the bark behind it. I’m clinging to his thighs and ass while I take him all in, trying to breathe and swallow at the same time. I can feel him tense and strain and suddenly he groans loudly through his gag and hot liquid is shooting down my throat and filling my mouth. I hold him in swallowing and panting, trying to keep too much from running down my chin.
I rest my head against his stomach while I catch my breath. Then I start to smile, pleased to hell with myself and Josh for such a fantastic birthday present (and Ben, of course, for having such a lovely cock). I slowly stand up, untie Ben and give him his clothes that I noticed were in a neat pile under a nearby tree. We smile at each other as we pack up to go. I’m feeling much better and can’t wait to get home to call Josh and tell him how much I loved my gift.
I guess I got to have cum for dinner after all.
Sinful Stories: competition entries | Exhibit A
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Really liked this. Although her words would have been different, this might have been written by a friend of mine who loves this outcome from her fellatio.
Thanks for using my photo; great tale. Think it was Ben’s birthday too! 🙂
Ha! Good point.
Great story. Very hot. Giving head is one of my fave things to fantasise about (and to do). 🙂