Meeting an old flame

An encounter I had with a guy I went out with before I got married at a friends wedding last year “Oh come on, Anne, just a quick fuck, for old times’ sake.” “You have got to be k**ding.” “Ok,
maybe not a fuck, but how about a blow-job? One last time.” “Oh, fuck it, ok, a blow-job. But it’ll have
to be a quick one.” He was already undoing his belt. I pushed him back against the wall
hitched up my dress, and knelt down, hoping the floor wasn’t too dirty. I unzipped his fly, and tugged
down the front of his briefs as he undid the last button and his trousers descended unceremoniously
around his knees. His familiar cock was now in my hands, still soft but starting to swell as I
handled it, pulling down the foreskin to reveal his purple knob. Before it could get too hard, I lean't
over and fed it into my mouth. I love the feeling of a soft cock getting harder in my mouth, and I felt it
swelling more and more as I ran my tongue over it, pushing it into the corner of first one cheek and
then the other. As it began to swell, getting harder and harder, I could feel the knob expanding
towards the back of my throat, and I breathed steadily through my nose, over-riding the impulse to
gag. Soon he was fully erect, and I closed my lips tightly around his shaft. With one hand I cradled his
hairy ball-sack, teasing it gently with my fingers while I sucked at his rod, dimpling my cheeks and
swirling my tongue round his knob. He began to fuck my mouth, rocking backwards and forwards as
he pushed his cock as far as he could, and I pressed my tongue up against its underside, pushing it
against the roof of my mouth to make a tight soft passage for it. With one hand, he rubbed at my right
tit through the cup of my strapless frock. He pulled at the front and it slipped down, exposing my bare,
bra-less breast. “Oh fuck, I love your tits, Anne,” he sighed, running his fingers over the flesh and I
felt the tight little rosebud of my pink nipple get hard with arousal. I looked up at him and gave as
much of a grin as I could with my mouth full of cock, my eyes sparkling with excitement, showing him
how much I was enjoying this too. I knew we didn’t have long, so I concentrated my licking on the
sensitive little “v” on the underside of his helmet. By his rapid breathing, I could tell he was already
close to coming. Knowing how much he loved to see himself ejaculate, I sucked until I heard him
gasp out: “Oh fuck it, I’m coming, I’m coming.” I opened my mouth wide and rested his cock on my
tongue. I saw him grit his teeth as he held back as long as he could, then he cried out as the first
stream of salty cum shot out, splashing against the roof of my mouth, and dripping down onto my
outstretched tongue. I opened my mouth wider for the next incoming rope of thick white liquid, which
snaked into my mouth to coat my tongue thickly, some of it starting to spill over the sides into the
bottom of my mouth. His cock jerked, and the next shot missed my mouth completely, splashing onto
my cheek and starting to run down towards my chin. The next four or five spurts were more accurate,
and by the time he had finished my mouth was filled with a pool of hot, salty mess. I was ready to
swallow, but instead he pushed his cock back into my mouth and began to fuck it again, the pool of
thick goo being swirled around by his thrusts. I looked up, as Ollie’s softening cock slipped out of my mouth, slick with a coating of saliva and semen.
I swallowed, but not before a stream of creamy spunk had dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and
hung off my chin. Ollie pulled up his pants and trousers and stumbled back into the reception, while I wiped my chin with my hand and licked the errant semen off. I pulled up my frock over my breasts again and tutted as I noticed that a globule of semen had dripped onto my dress.