My partner's tongue caressed my cock, sliding along my dick, tracing small circles against the head of my cock, his tongue flicking back and forth rapidly. I gripped the sheets tightly. I had never done anything with a guy before, not even as a drunken college experiment, but this...this was something else. Maybe if I just closed my eyes and pretended it was Corina's lips wrapped tightly around my cock, Corina slavering over my manhood, maybe I could get used to this. Or at least if she were to join in, if she were to kiss my lips, run her hands over my chest, press her firm, round breasts against me, it wouldn't matter who was sucking my cock...
His hands caressed my balls, carefully fondling them, massaging them. He undid the button of my pants and impatiently tugged them off of me. His fingernails grazed against my bare thighs, tracing out long ovals in my flesh, the pleasure building higher and higher. Corina undid her jeans, her hand greedily slipping beneath her hands, furiously rubbing against her clit. His pressure increased, his movements became faster, his head bobbed up and down impatiently, eagerly.
"Shit," I gasped. That pleasure inside of me was growing unsteady. I couldn't control it any longer. I was about to fall into the abyss.
Corina perked up and bit her lip as she climbed off her chair and onto the floor, angling for the best view possible, her excited face mere inches from my pulsating manhood. I could feel the end approaching. My nerves were reaching the cliff's edge. A wave of pleasure subsumed me as my treasonous body surrendered to his unbeatable skill. I shuddered, quivering, as my cock spasmed inside his mouth. Corina watched, entranced. His mouth tightened, his hands grabbed my ass, pulling me into his mouth, keeping me from escaping as he swallowed every last drop of my cum, moaning in satisfied delight.
I lay panting in bed, one thought running through my mind: a guy just sucked my cock. And I came. And it was the best blowjob I've ever had. And he swallowed. My cheeks burned with shameful arousal. He released my wilting manhood from his mouth and backed away.
Corina stood up and walked over to him, hugging him tightly and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Steven. I'll call you tomorrow." She looked over to me and smiled. "I owe you brunch." He said his goodbyes and left us alone.
Corina walked over to the bed, towering over me. She checked the phone and stopped the timer. "Twenty minutes, twelve seconds. You just made it," she observed. She bent over and slid her hand under my head, pulling me against her lips and kissing me deeply, her tongue slipping between my lips. She released me with a wet gasp and let me fall onto the bed with a weak smile.
"I'm all yours for the week, then," she began, slipping off her shoulder straps, pulling her top below her chest, exposing her pale, soft breasts and pebble-hard nipples. She climbed on top of me and walked her fingers across my chest. "What do you want to do first?"
