A Potent Oral Pleasure
Hey there, I'm Emma, a 25-year-old who used to live in California but now resides abroad. I changed my name along with other identities because of the reasons you'll soon discover.
For the past five years or so, I've been posting videos online. At first, they were just for fun, but recently I've decided to pursue a career in content creation. My videos mostly focus on travel but include other topics that intrigue me. Over time, I've managed to build a modest following. Aside from ad revenue, my subscribers financially support me. They pay a monthly fee to access extra content, including live streams.
A year ago, I got a new subscriber- Brad, generously paying ten times more than everyone else. I thanked him and we exchanged messages. Brad, a 30-year-old handsome guy, confessed he'd earned a fortune when he bought Bitcoin in its early days and cashed out at the right time. He seemed modest but sponsored me without expecting anything in return.
After chatting a bit, I visited California to visit my family. While there, I met Brad for coffee. His demeanor was just as warm as I imagined. He felt like a nerd and casually mentioned "special perks" for subscribers willing to pay extra, hoping to increase his contribution. Although I didn't think much of it then, later I understood his hidden meaning.
Several months later, my boyfriend, Luke, and I were on the hunt for a new apartment. Our current one was tiny, miles away from everyone, making it difficult to commute. Brad's kind offer popped into my head, and I jokingly suggested letting him pay for a better apartment in return for "special perks." Luke thought it was hysterical but questioned my intentions.
My boyfriend and I were desperate to find higher-quality accommodation, and I tried justifying my hypothetical offer to Luke.
"Would it be so wrong if I showed him my boobs for rent?" I asked, amused by the idea.
Luke raised an eyebrow and asked, "you mean that seriously?"
"Not my dream career path," I said, feeling embarrassed. "But we might need that amazing apartment you saw."
"Would you actually go through with it if I said it was okay?" Luke asked, amused.
"I suppose it depends on how much he wants to pay," I laughed nervously.
"I meant, would you actually suck him off for that apartment?" Luke asked, eager.
"Well… no, I wouldn't touch him at all," I defended, annoyed. "But I said it in jest, and it's not really as bad as it sounds."
"I'm not exactly thrilled by the idea of my girlfriend being with another guy," he admitted, smiling. "But if it's for our new apartment, then I might let you."
"So you're okay with me sucking him off but not fuck…""Well, it's up to you," Luke smiled, "I don't get involved."
"No one would ever suggest that!" I exclaimed, offended. "But it's just silly ideas thrown about between us; I never meant it."
"So you still wouldn't fuck him?" Luke asked.
"No, not with Brad," I smiled. "After all, I have some pride."
"So if it's for the apartment, you would let him suck you off?" Luke persisted.
"Yeah, if that's what it takes." I smiled mischievously. "Can you imagine how hilarious that would be?"
"I mean, I don't want you having sex with Brad," Luke grinned, "but it might help us avoid that tiny, trashed apartment."
"Oh, it was terrible," I said, pouring emotion into my voice. "If it means I can say goodbye to it, I'd do just about anything."
Around a month went by, and I mustered up the courage to call Brad. Our conversation started a bit uneasily, as I tried to prompt him to clarify his "special perk," so I wouldn't end up feeling embarrassed. He, on the other hand, was hesitant to reveal his intentions. After some back and forth, he became transparent enough for me to propose my conditions.
The terms I'd agreed upon with Luke involved Brad making a one-time contribution to cover the first three months' rent of a top-notch apartment we'd found. He'd have to pay this upfront and rely on my part of the pact to be fulfilled.
In return, I would visit his apartment the next time I was in California and bestow upon him an oral favor. It was essential for safety reasons to have a chaperone. Our cover story was that we'd be the only ones in the room, and he couldn't document or film the encounter. Both parties agreed not to disclose this arrangement to anyone. If everything went smoothly with this perk, we could arrange another "perk" that would cover my future rent expenses.
Soon enough, while driving around California, I spotted Brad's apartment in the most unattractive block. It made me wonder if he was telling the truth about his wealth and bitcoin fortune. However, the payment was already made, so it was a non-issue.
To fulfill the chaperone requirement, I asked Luke to accompany me, even though he found it awkward. He laughed it off, acknowledging that he'd had just two blow jobs in our five-year relationship, and this opportunity could help me boost my BJ skills. I didn't mind giving him some pleasure beforehand, so he happily stepped in to act as my chaperone.
Luke surprisingly took it all in stride. His only disappointment was that he'd only experienced a handful of blow jobs in our time together. Even with my initial hesitation, he still volunteered willingly. He even invited me for "practice sessions" throughout the past few weeks. While he didn't enjoy giving them, he admitted that I was making some progress.
Brad appeared a bit edgy, probably imagining Luke's reaction to witnessing me take care of another man. He made us all coffee and engaged in small talk about his favorite videos of me, our recent apartment search, and his upcoming investment scheme related to NFTs (which we did not understand, but hoped would generate enough income to fund our rent).
When the conversation started to run dry, I suggested, "So, um, about your contribution to our rent...?"
Brad nodded in response.
"Should I take a shower first?"
The two men nodded in unison.
As we waited, I asked Luke, "Are you sure about this?"
"Somewhat looking forward to it," Luke replied with a grin.
I was relieved that Luke wasn't Bi or gay but rather a "weirdo" like me. Even though Luke loved blow jobs, I wanted to make sure this encounter didn't erode our relationship.
Brad then rejoined us, now wearing clean clothes and sporting wet hair. He seemed very uncomfortable standing in the middle of the room.
"Would you like me to do it here?" I asked.
"I guess so."
I approached him and knelt in front of him, my face directly facing his lower body. I felt apprehensive and genuinely surprised by my excitement at this task.
I unfastened his pants and lowered them, but his boxers remained empty. I touched his boxers, hoping it was just nerves that made him soft.
"Come on," I teased him. "Aren't you eager to receive my oral pleasures?"
"Totally excited," he replied.
Yet he cast a glance over at Luke.
"Don't think about Luke," I warned him. "Keep your eyes on me."
Brad complied, looking back down at me.
Realizing that I was still fully attired, I noticed I was overdressed for the occasion. I questioned him whether he wanted to see my breasts as well.
"I'd love to," he admitted.
"Do you obsess over my breasts while watching my videos?" I asked.
"Not until I saw that video where you wore a clingy top," he said.
That's when I realized that I'd unwittingly provided a sexy show for the perverts online. As a result, I generally tried to keep my outfits modest.
"So, what about now?" I inquired, daintily caressing my back for a thrilling effect.
"I've considered them," he admitted, redeeming my curiosity. "I went online to check for topless photos of you..."
"None exist," I informed him, delaying his response momentarily. "Still, this is more satisfying than a web search, to say the least." With a swoop, I surrendered my bra, showcasing my enormous breasts for the very first time. Brad's complexion resembled a lottery winner upon witnessing my chest. I already knew that Luke squandered feelings for my breasts, but experiencing Brad's reaction flooded me with contentment.
"Certainly," I stated confidently. "Let's establish that stiffy."
I slipped his trousers off and, fortunately, found that his erection had already commenced due to the sight of my chest. However, it was a little tricky to discern its actual size without a complete erection.
I held his shaft in my palm and began caressing it vigorously; he was quickly growing firmer and seemed to be rather significant. My inclination was to provide him with a hand job, yet I was well aware that this was a blow job scenario and believed it was essential to incorporate his tongue. I debated my next move while my vagina throbbed in anticipation.
Stretching out my neck, I flicked my tongue around the head of his penis, inducing a groan from Luke. I glanced back at him, now completely absorbed, before re-engaging his member, sucking his tip with a certain finesse. This time, my moist tongue enveloped his entire glans. This action caused my vagina to pulsate in longing. Luke was nearing his culmination, so quickening my pace seemed inadvisable.
With a slight detour, I lowered my head, licking down the shaft then expertly enveloping his balls. Both he and I relished this adoration. I resumed fondling his erection with my hand, watching the captivated look on his face as I transcended his virtual boundaries. The primal sensation of administering a blow job, amidst Luke's rapt devotion, tingled through my entire being.
I resumed my escort services, engulfing more of him each time, growing more intoxicated. I reached a point where my clitoris yearned to be stimulated, and my body demanded a penis. I lightly caressed my breasts and started to consider disrobing and staging a seductive session since Bruce hadn't stated any objections. However, I swerved away and sought to intensify my efforts on Brad's erection.
His groans intensified, and I perceived that Lee would explode soon. If someone had posed this question a few hours ago, I'd have delighted in his rapid performance. Nonetheless, I lost this trait now that I realized I'd be disappointed to see it over.
I returned my lips to his cock, taking the entire shaft within my throat, holding his member captive within my wet cavity. I tightened the grip around his shaft with my lips, and his eyes widened in amazement. For a moment, I felt daring and entertained the thought of including my vagina in the act, but I snapped out of it, realizing that this wasn't part of the plan.
The tempo heightened, and, with each inhalation, I gently stroked against its underside, his foreskin the only barrier between his penile head and my tongue, my hand accelerating its efforts as my focus intensified. Each stroke began at this spot, then down the shaft, ensuring that the movement was precise. My yen for his cock stole my mind, and I barely managed to retain control. Luke's cock muse would be satisfied imminently.
I ventured further, lowering my neck until my lips grazed his scrotum, and Luke's anticipation became overpowering. Various ways to satiate us afterward entered my mind such as a hotel. I gathered the bra and top that had fallen to the floor, preparing to vamoose.
I halted his creeping Munich waterbed from robbing me of the task ahead. Elaborating to the mostly satisfied alcoholic, I said I'd call back shortly regarding his "benefit." I was looking forward to his hard-earned escort, yet I abstained from voicing this fact. Brad's shocking heightened departure left me warily optimistic.
Taking him deeper into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the bottom lip of his penis, embracing his sex-swollen head. A little pressure compelled him to press my head, a submission that indicated he was close to ejaculating. In a moment of impulse, I continued to engage my entire mouth, repeatedly replenishing my spit to help keep him from retracting.
Duration extended while I manipulated his rock-hard erection quickly, articulating my tongue over his penis's head. Rounds of cum escaped his organ, and I swallowed each release promptly. Finally, his urgings abated, allowing me to break his grip. I retained my pose, concentrating on suction, and within a minute, his ejaculation process had terminated.
I shed the bra and top, remaining in the time-shared apartment. Resting my hand under my nose, I assessed my arousal. Now that he no longer moved, I blinked my tearful eyes and avowed to masturbate to a climax. I removed my panties as I prepared to book a short-term stay. While he took no part in my ecstasy, his presence had stirred my tongue in unfamiliar territory. I debated the potential benefits of escorting.
Luke and me remained silent as we walked away from Brad's house. We knew what needed to be done. We weren't too far from my parents' place, but we wouldn't get privacy there, and I couldn't wait the whole day to be satiated. We spotted the first motel we came across and practically flew to our room.
As soon as we were in the room, Brad began to remove my top. It wasn't long before we were both naked and he was on top of me, our bodies dripping with sweat and both of us extremely aroused. Luke's hands went straight for my breasts, the frustration he had to endure by just observing them at Brad's earlier getting released as he skilfully played with my stiff nipples, triggering waves of pleasure through my body.
I soon gripped his cock, feeling uncomfortable for a second about touching a second penis so quickly, but soon getting used to the rhythm as I stimulated the penis I adored so much in his preferred way. He returned the favor, his fingers delicately rotating my clitoris, gliding smoothly due to my wetness, gently relieving all the frustration I had built up.
In a couple of minutes, he was thrusting his cock inside me, kissing me ardently as he sped up his strokes, neither of us wanting to take it easy. Thoughts of what I had just done flashed through my mind and I urged Luke to penetrate me more forcefully, which he did without even being asked.
I sensed the heat of Luke's semen inside me as he cried out with satisfaction, and that was enough for me, my body almost shuddering as the sensation swept through me in wave after wave. Then Luke fell on top of me, both of us drained.
"So, what's Brad's next benefit?" he asked, and we both smirked.
