Untamed Passion

Jared and I are about the same size in the penis department, I think mine looks better, naturally, but they were fairly similar.

Well, the wench was on him like a cheap suit, playing with his shaft, sucking on his prick-head, far less slowly and deliberately than she had done with me.

Jared is shooting glances my way, sort of amazed, he finally had a clear idea of what I had been up to. I do not expect to be getting any more teasing about my business from him.

Well, it is not often, outside of porn, that I get to see a handsome woman fellate another guy and in the five minutes it took for Jared to fill

her mouth, his hips humping away, y aawayfrantic grimaces going across his face like sheet lightning, my erection came back.

It couldn’t be ignored, since I had pulled it out again and played with it while the Ukrainian maiden sucked my apartment mate

She nursed a bit and looked over at my slick and re-hardened prick, then up at my face, and gave me a saintly smile.

“Yes?” she said.

“Yes, my dear. You’re my best client yet.” I can’t believe I said that.

For the first couple minute, s she kept her hand on Jared’s rapidly dwindling penis, but she seemed thoroughly pleased with a second chance at me, and before long all her attention was on my pick and my balls.

She rubbed my testicles and uckled them, Jared’s eyes like saucers, and she played her mouth up and down. Although by rights my second should have taken longer, it didn’t, whether she was more eager, more enthusiastic, or I had just gotten so aroused watching her with Jared, I don’t know, but I pumped her mouth full a second time, watching her cheeks bulge out and her throat contract.

Jesus, three sperm loads in maybe twenty minutes. She looked at each of us afterward, eyes shining.

“Thanks, you two. I haven’t felt so much like a slut in, I dunno, two months? Made my day.”

I assured her the pleasure was mutual, thanked her profusely and she turned to blow us a kiss when she went down the way, before putting her mask back on.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I wish I had a camera to record Jared’s expression. “They always like this?”

I shook my head, “No, I wouldn’t have called you down here if they were.”

The last one, just a few days ago, for reasons I will explain in a moment, was also momentous, for different reasons.

I had gotten a nibble from “Melanie” and had set a time for 8 pm.

I saw the same Honda Fit that had delivered my first client pull up and park but this time it was the driver who came out.

She wordlessly followed me down the path and stared at my crotch while I pulled my penis out. I had a million questions but didn’t want to say anything to ruin things.

“Caroline, I mean ‘Lonely gal’,” she caught herself, “said you were nice. I am missing my boyfriend, and thought I would give you a shot.”

I indicated all conversation was sacred and confidential, and I welcomed her presence. Things had changed a little on the street in the past week, it seemed that some of the state pandemic restrictions were getting loosened, and local authorities talking about moving into Stage Two of reopening.

I had noted some sporadic activity at the hair salon, although not much, and had started figuring that things might have to be altered a little shortly.

Well, “Melanie” had happily removed her mask, revealing a face with a sweet dimple when she smiled and started fondling my shaft and balls, then taking my cock-head into her mouth for an initial get-acquainted suckle when I heard noise from the back of the salon.

A light went on inside, a door opened and closed, and Melanie and I both simultaneously bolted back and dove underneath a section of the bushes, hearts racing. We held each other close for the first time for that oddly comforting sensation in ages, while we listened and strained to hear what sorts of things were going to happen next. I tried to plot an escape strategy and failed miserably.

There was a little activity for maybe five minutes, the light went off and we waited for maybe ten minutes longer as a precaution. I was determined not to lose this chance, e however, and had placed Melanie’s hand on my penis, still outside my jeans, the scare making it a little softer, but still hopeful. It felt very nice to be holding her warm, human, body next to me.

“I think we’re good,” I finally whispered, and I think she believed me.

She began to slowly stroke me, and I was pleased that she had not released her hold on my penis. She certainly could have done so. We were cramped and fairly uncomfortable, but neither of us dared risk standing up. Soon her head was in my lap, her mouth over my penis, in the more familiar position for oral attention for me in the past.

I was worried that nerves might make her go quickly and she’d bail out, but she was soft and lingering, and it was a huge delight to have my penis licked and sucked properly, not like a standing stage show. It also felt nice to be able to hold her, squeeze and rub her shoulders, and even feel her tits through her shirt. Hardly normal, but better than anything else in the last weeks.

I felt my balls build up their pressure, my penishasg grew impossibly excited, and my sperm was most powerful when released, my hips pressing frantically into her while my anus contracted and I pumped her mouth full.

She nursed at my dwindling erection for several minutes, and it was gratifying to know that she wouldn’t have done this unless it was pleasurable for her to do so.

We finally disentangled ourselves, I pulled bits of twigs and leaves out of her hair, and dusted her off. She left with a smile and was grateful for many things.

I knew the business would need new arrangements, the old system was done. But businesses, and lust, evolve I reckon, just like viruses, and I would come up with some solutions. The same lifting of restrictions that allowed the salon to reopen might also allow some more room to operate in other ways.

In the meantime, my groin was damp, limp, war, m and happy.