You worked security for some warehouse near the airport. You’ve read my stories and wanted to be sucked off on the job. You didn’t want to get caught so you asked to meet near the Applebees parking lot.

It’s close to 2am and most of the parking lot is empty. I nervously waited for you. I’m not sure what to expect and you keep stalling. 10 minutes turned to 20, then 30. Once I hit the 45 minute mark I was ready to leave. That’s when I saw the white security truck pull up next to me.

You had sent pictures but I had no idea how incredibly good looking you were. It didn’t help that you were in uniform. Needless to say my heart raced and my mouth watered.

You gave me the signal to hop on your truck. We sat in silence for a moment as you looked around. “Where do you want to do this?” I was confused, I thought you wanted to do this at your job but I wanted you to be comfortable. “Wherever you feel comfortable.” I suggested. “Are you sure this is going to feel good?” You asked. “It won’t feel good, it’s going to feel amazing. Have you not read my stories?” You once again looked around. It was silent for a moment before I heard you, “fuck it.”

You backed up your truck, then turned towards the airport. Not much was said and I wondered if your mind was racing just like mine. We drove under the flashes of colorful lights decorating the trim of the bridge. That’s when my eyes began to wonder.

I looked over towards your crotch wondering if your dick was hard. “Should I reach for it” I thought. I was so tempted. I decided to make a move. I wriggled close to you, you kept focused on the road. I figured if sitting close to you didn’t bother you, then neither would a little massage.

I slid my hand up your thigh, feeling your muscles tense up under your sharp black pants. I moved my hand up and ground it against your stiff cock. With my hand pressed up against your member I would gently grip, pull up, and let go. I couldn’t help myself. I eased down your zipper and slid my fingers inside, running them all around the outline of your erection. You took a sharp intake of breath. If you weren’t driving you’d probably close your eyes and enjoy. My mouth slowly began to fill up with saliva once I felt your briefs were already getting damp. I want to taste you already.

You stopped before the gate. This entire time you had said nothing. I was nervous, did you have a change in mind? That’s when you reached over and pulled me down towards your crotch. My mouth was pressed against the thin layer of fabric that stopped me from licking your cock. “Hold on, you can’t be seen.” I don’t know what turned me on more, my face against your crotch or the risk you were willing to take just to get a real good blow job.

We drove like this for a bit. My hot breath pressed up against your dick. I felt your dick getting bigger. We reached our destination. You stopped then released your grip.

We get off your truck and I follow you. Not only was your cock huge but you can tell you had a nice round butt.

You take me into a dark room with the only light coming from several screens. I looked over and noticed the entrance on one of the screens. Now it was understood why you held me down. There wasn’t much space. The only place to sit was one of those rolling office chairs.

When my eyes adjusted I looked over to you. You had pulled your dick out from the zipper in your pants. Waiting for me was your large dick. Wrapped around with pulsating veins. Your beautiful bright pink and curvy head was covered in glistening precum.

I got on my knees. There was too much clothes involved. Plus, things were about to get messy. I unbutton your pants, then pull them down. Your cock was solid hard. I ran my tongue over your head and then traced the thick vein right down the underside of your shaft. I could feel it pulse. I swirled my tongue around your head, tasting the salty sweetness of the moisture seeping from the slit, and then closed my lips around it. You tried to thrust your hips towards me, but I was the one in control.

I began sliding my lips up and down, taking you in a little deeper and sucking a little harder each time. You groaned and moaned “this is definitely the best blow job I’ve ever had.” I kept going. I inhaled your masculine, musky scent. This made me wetter. I sucked harder still, swivelling my head as it bobbed, my tongue dragging long strokes up and down.

My hands traveled from your cock, sack, thighs, and your ass. I was correct, your ass felt big, round, and smooth. I didn’t know how to ask but before I could you laughed and asked “you want to eat my ass, huh?” How could I not! Before I knew it, you had turned around placing your hands on the small desk.

The illumination from the screens cast shadows around your body. In between your legs I could see your big filled balls, ready to be drained. I leaned forward and grabbed onto each cheek and spread them, then went in for the dive. My tongue reached your warm hole. You immediately lean over, moaning for more. Once my face is pressed against your cheeks, I use my left hand to pull on your cock down like a church bell. Your cock is oozing all over my hand with precum. I pull my hand towards my lips and taste your precum. My hand is warm and moist. I continue to stroke you. My mouth and tongue focused on your hole. The feeling of my warm, wet tongue, and pressure against your hole is satisfying. I know that if I keep tugging on your cock, and playing with your hole, you will explode.

You turn back around. Now I relinquished my grip on you. It’s your time to take over. With that, you grab the sides of my head. You began to fuck my mouth as hard and fast as you could. Your groans grew louder, your thrusts more powerful. That’s when I feel the hot force of your cum spray the back of my throat.

Your whole body was shaking with arousal and the realization that I did not lie when I said my blow jobs were amazing. When you finally stopped thrusting and gasping, I let your cock slide slowly from my mouth, then licked it clean, along with my trembling fingers. You sat back on the rolling chair for a moment before getting your clothes back on. The only words you spoke to me after were, “when can we do this again?”