I thought I'd start a thread for my short bj-stories. They are too short to post in the stories section, so I thought this might be the best place for them

0.1 Brief visit

I am ready as he puts his key in the door, kneeling naked on the floor; my heart racing and my pussy throbbing with anticipation. The door opens and he sees me. Nods his head in approval and takes a few steps towards me and waits.

My hands finds his belt and opens it slowly as I stare at the bulge in his pants. His jeans is the kind with buttons, so I start opening them one by one. I want to hurry; want to feel his cock in my hand and mouth right away, but I know he likes me to take it slow so I resist the urge to rip it open and plunge into it.

I am soon rewarded for my patience as I pull his boxers down along with his pants and his delicios cock springs forward to hit me on the face. The tip is already wet and leaves a tiny line of cooling precum on my chin before I grip it with both hands and study it. It is so hard and still feels so soft against my palm as I milk it slowly, making more of his shiny juices flow out of the hole in the middle of its head. My tounge darts forward and I taste him; letting the drop flow onto my tounge where it lingers while I close my eyes and spoil my taste buds for a moment.

My heart leaps with joy as I hear him ghasp when my lips close around the head. One of my hands finds its way down to his smoothly shaven balls while the other moves up and down his shaft in a milking fashion. The feel of his hard, almost polished cock head against my tounge makes my mouth water and I start applying spit to his shaft, making my hand slide even easier up and down. He moans and I feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing me closer to him; pushing his cock further into my mouth. I feel his head growing bigger, almost pulsating as I milk him slowly, precum still oozing out and onto my tounge.

It is almost too much, and I feel the urge to touch myself becoming overwhelming. My hand drops down between my legs, to my closely shaven pussy and I notice it is dripping. He grabs my hair and starts moving it back and forth, fucking my face in slow motions. His cock is slippery with my saliva, and I brace myself as he keeps pushing further and further into my mouth. I struggle not to gag.

As he pushes his cock all the way down my throat and my nose presses against his belly, I have to give up. My body jerks involuntary and my throat tries to push him out, but it is stuck there. A thrill shoots down my body, across my belly and towards my pussy and I can't help but move my hand even faster as my lungs struggle for air. My body thrashes but my head is stuck to his cock and my pussy is flying towards an orgasm at the speed of a jetplane.

He doesn't let go until the orgasm is on top of me, and i fall down on my back, my pussy gushing juices as I scream out in extacy. His cock seems to be enjoying the show, because in just a few seconds it starts spewing forth its hot, white delicious seed, covering me and my thrashing body in the wonderful cum. Line after line shoots out of the magnificent cock before me and just the sight of it enpowers my orgasm until I almost black out.

After he leaves I lay there panting, scooping up the tasty load that cover my body. I relish the taste of cum covered fingers and it takes me almost half an hour to finish it all.

 

all i can think to say is wow

 

0.2 The Mall

The mall closes at ten, and it was almost nine a clock now. I had been waiting outside the men's room for about ten minutes, watching a couple of guys go in there and then come out again and by now I was pretty sure it was empty. I picked up my purse, took a brief glance down the hall to make sure no one was coming and went in the door.

There were three boots on each side, and I went into the first one on the right and closed the door behind me; turned the lock. Then I picked up my phone and sent a brief text message telling him where I was and that I was ready. Then I waited.

It took about two minutes while my heart was fluttering and my pussy was throbbing with excitement before I heard someone go into the room. A little hesitation before he knocked three times on the door, and I reached out and turned the lock. He quickly came inside.

There were no words passed between us. I just grabbed his belt and unbuckeled it before unbuttoning his fly and pulled the pants down. The bulge in his boxers bore the evidence of a large cock ready for my mouth, and I stroked it lovingly for a couple of seconds before freeing it. What hit me on the face was magnificent. Hard, big and thick webbed with veins that seemed to be pulsating. I grabbed hold of it and pulled the foreskin back to uncover the slick, shining head, oozing with precum that just begged for me to taste it.

I stuck my tongue out and licked across the oozing hole, around the edge of the head and down the shaft on one side before going up and then down the other. I could hear him grunting quietly as i closed my lips around half of his head and sucked more of the clear, sweet fluid from him. Then I pulled back, looked up at him and locked my eyes to his as I licked my lips and smiled, showing him how much I loved how he tasted.

He almost flinched as I closed my lips half way down the shaft, his cock head hitting the back of my mouth and my hand cupping his balls, stroking them ever so gently. Then, with slow movements, I started bobbing my head back and forth, feeling the smoothness and softness of his skin that stood in great contrast to the hardness of his rigid shaft. All the time I applied more saliva to make it wet and slippery, stroking the lower part of his cock with my hand and the upper part with my mouth. More of his sweet juices drizzled out and I hungrily rolled it around in my mouth, tasting it before I swallowed.

Suddenly there was a noise. He stiffened, and so did I. Someone had come into the men's room. We looked at each other, eyes meeting eyes, as the sound of someone going into a booth reached our ears and a trickle of water hitting water seemed to fill the room. I slowly began to move my head back and forth again and watched as his eyes got bigger and almost a little frightened, especially when i eased my lips slowly further down the shaft and he could feel his cock slide a little down my throath. I could see him biting his lips to keep from making any sound, and I smiled playfully and winked at him as my mouth reached the base of his cock.

We listened as the other man flushed and went to wash his hands. The time seemed to stand still and it was almost as if he'd never be finished, but finally we could hear him leave and I started to pick up my pace.

"Oh fuck," he whispered and I could feel his cock expand even more, going stiffer, the head swelling in my mouth, and I knew he was about to come.

The sweet taste of his precum in my mouth was suddenly complemented with a more salty, irony taste as he grunted a little louder than before. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he came, his hips jerking with each spurt that shot into my mouth. I struggled to keep it there, not wanting any to escape and dribble down on my t-shirt, but it was too much. I tried to swallow, but a fair amount managed to run down my chin and make a clearly visible Wet spot right between my tits.

When his cock was finally spent and emptied, I pulled back and laughed a little before looking down on my t-shirt to inspect the damage. It was pretty obvious what I had been up to, and I should probably find a way to sneak out of the mall by some little used entrance, but I couldn't blame him for it. So I just smiled, got up and kissed him on the cheek before making my exit, leaving him to gather his breath.

 

When it comes to blow-jobs, you seem to know how to give. Very good.

 

0.3 By the canal

The sound of the water running by in the canal was soothing and relaxing. I was sitting down with a couple of beers by my side, resting my back against the stone wall and just enjoying the warm, summer breezes coming from the ocean further down.

Me and my family were on vacation close to this middle sized city in Denmark, and I needed some time to myself, so I had grabbed a few beers from the refrigirator and headed out. From the look of things, my parents also needed some time to themselves, because dad had been feeling my mum up all evening, and as the hours got later and the wine glasses increased in numbers, his advancements became more obvious. So I decided to leave the premises to let them have their fun.

As I enjoyed the solitude by the canal, I suddenly heard footsteps nearing. Looking in the direction of the sounds, I soon saw a man coming out from the shadows of a bridge only a hundred meters or so further down. He spotted me and started to walk towards me where I was sitting. I just looked the other way and took another sip from the bottle of luke warm beer. Too bad it didn't keep cold very long in this heat.

- Hi there, he spoke and I turned to look at him. - Nice night, isn't it.

I looked back at him again and nodded. I wished he would walk on and leave me here, because I was really not in the mood for small talk with a total stranger in a strange city. But small chance it seemed.

- Yeah, it's really nice here, he went on. - I come down here from time to time to enjoy the silence and sometimes give myself a treat.

It seemed like a weird thing to say, but I thought nothing of it and just looked back at him, nodding again and gave him a small smile. I really should learn to be a bit more rejecting towards people and tell them to bugger off when I want to be left alone, but I'm afraid I'm too polite sometimes.

- Actually I think I should give myself a little treat tonight, he carried on and pulled out his wallet.

I didn't have time to think until he held out his hand to me, presenting me with some money. What the fuck, was all I could think as he said:

- I think you will find that this covers the expenses of a blow job.

Then it seemed to dawn on him. Seeing my shocked, questioning face and the way I pulled back from him, leaning harder against the stone wall gave him an appologizing look on his face.

- Oh sorry. I thougth... Oh, really I am sorry.

Shit, I thought. This must be close to were the prostitutes work out from. No wonder he thought I was there for business. Fuck. I had to get out of there. He stepped back and I started to get up, leaving an empty bottle and a half bottle of luke warm beer behind. I gathered the rest of my stuff and watched his back as he hurriedly returned from where he came from.

Now I don't know what got into me. Maybe it was because I had been a little horny since leaving the house, after watching mom and dad playing their games, thinking of how they were probably fucking each other's brains out now that I was out. But my brain suddenly showed me this image of myself sucking some complete stranger off, someone I would never see again and who would probably never remember me if he saw me again, so suddenly I found myself saying:

- Hey mister!

He stopped in his track and turned back towards me with a questioning look on his face.

- What the hell, I said. - It migth be fun.

So that is how I less than a minute later found myself on my knees in front of him in the dark shadows beneath the bridge. He was leaning up against the wall and lit a cigarette as I pulled down his zip and fished out his cock. He didn't have anything underneath, obviously thinking of easy access. The cock wasn't too big, neither very small, and it grew in my hand as I slowly jerked it back and fort a few times. I spit in my hand to make it slippery and continued to jerk him until he was fully erect.

Finding a condom in my purse (I like being prepared, although this was not what I was planning on being prepaired for), I broke the seal and placed the rubber in my mouth. This is a thing I've practiced a lot of times, trying to be able to put a condom on with only my mouth, and it worked like a charm this time too. He actually ghasped as I slid my lips all the way down his cock, rolling the rubber onto it as I went, even though I bet he'd experienced that a lot of times before.

I don't think it was one of my best blowjobs, but as blowjobs go, I think it was pretty decent. The way my mind was telling me what a slut I was to be doing something like this - and for money, nevertheless - added to the excitement of it all, and soon I was really giving it to him, fucking his cock with my face and massaging his hairy balls gently with one hand while jerking him, my hand following my mouth up and down, with the other.

Soon enough he was breathing hard and fast, and the next minute I felt him stiffen and push his hips towards me. I buried my face in his crotch as he came, the cock down my throath, and even though he jerked and pushed a little, I still kept it in there for the duration of his orgasm.

Pulling the cock out of my mouth, I could se how the condom was filled with his white, sticky cum, coating his entire head inside the rubber. My saliva was dripping from the tip, falling to the ground beneath us and it looked so enormously tasty. I think that is why I caught the tip of the condom with my teeth and ripped it open. Cum was flying everywhere, landing on my face, in my hair, on my t-shirt and on my skirt. The sight of it was awesome, and I knew I just had to give myself a long an delicious rub as soon as I was alone again.

 

Like the second story. Seems like you know what are you doing.
I wish I was the guy.

 

Thank you for your comments, both in this thread and on PM. They are much appreciated. There will be more stories coming, but I feel I need to find some interesting themes to keep from repeating myself all the time.

Kisses

 

Nice taste

Wonderfully erotic. In the first story, I was disappointed that you did not allow him to cum in your mouth, such a waste. But, more than satisfied with the end of your second episode.
Your wisdom to use a condone, and your talent with its application, was an exciting addition to your third chapter.
Cheers,
SW :rose:*12

 

Would love to hear a story about you getting tied down, and having your clothes ripped off. You are forced to suck off multiple guys at the same time until they cum all over your tits and face.

 

Rebellious

Oralia,
When reading a story, I need to form an image of our protagonist. This would be you in "By The Canal"

 

Second time

Read your shorts for a second time and found them just as enjoyable.
But, the descriptive line from In The Mall " "Oh fuck," he whispered and I could feel his cock expand even more, going stiffer, the head swelling in my mouth, and I knew he was about to come." Is luscious. Thanks for I he image.

SW

 

my first time to get sucked

I was 17 years old and in the Navy and was hitch hiking back to my base and was on the out skirts around Dallas.
This guy about 30 stopped and gave me a ride. He started talking about sex and how his wife gave him good blow jobs. He was very descriptive about how she would do it. The more he talked the more horney I became. I had never had sex just jacked off a lot.
I thought he was just telling me this to have a conversation. So when he reached over and touched my leg I just froze and then I started to move away from him.
I was just like all the guys my age were always telling QUEER jokes.
He just kept talking and how wonderful a good blow job was. The next time he reached ove I didn't move because he had me extreamly horney.
He was just running his hand up and down on my cock through me pants.
He found this country road and turned down it and got away from the main highway. Then he pulled over and started to unzip and un button my pants. He pulled my cock out and I felt like I was in heaven, Hard as a rock and moaning like I had a mouth full of chocolet. When he bent over and put my cock in his mouth I just melted and relaxed. It probably didn't last more than a min. or two and I shot probably the largest load I had ever had.
That started me on the road to bi sex. I found it was easyer to find a guy to give me a blow job than to go out looking for a girl to fuck after all I was only 17 and couldn't go to bars to pick up some one.

 

0.4 Morning at the cabin

The smell of pancakes and bacon wakes me up and draws me to the kitchen area where he stands in his morning robe with a spatula in his hand, poking the pancake in the frying pan now and then.
- Good morning, sunshine, he beams as I get up on my toes to give him a kiss.
My hand finds it way through the opening in his robe and I give his cock a quick squeeze.
- Morning, handsome, I answer and find my way to the couch where the glasses and coke bottle from last night still are on the table. I guess we were in a hurry to go to bed last night.

The sun shines through the window and falls on the table and my naked legs. I am naked from the waist down, only wearing a see through blouse. He looks at me, picks up his phone and snaps a picture.
- You just look so sexy, he says.



We eat in silence, stealing glances at each other and smile as we catch each other looking. I have five pancakes with bacon, butter and maple syrup. The perfect way to start off the day... well, almost...

He has forgotten to bring napkins, so when I reach for his cock after finishing the last pancake and drinking the last of my coffee, I notice my hand is a little sticky from the syrup and a little greasy from the butter. This gives me an idea.

I grab a good nob of butter and smear them on my hands, making them even greasier. He moans as I start stroking his cock, rubbing the butter on it. I taste the butter as I lean over and close my mouth around the shaft. My tongue works to catch more of the taste and I start sucking and lapping on every inch of it. But it's not perfect yet, so I reach for the bottle on the table.

Now this is a meal I can get used to. A nicely buttered up cock running with maple syrup. I start to suck more greedily on it, working up a nice rytm, swallowing as much of him as I can and filling my mouth with the sweet and salty taste. I simply adore the feeling of his meat going in and out between my lips and across my tongue as my taste buds are given this treat.

And then as he grunts loudly, another taste is added to my cocktail. His cum shoots in ropes into my mouth, perfectioning the recipe of my breakfast dessert. I keep his cock in my mouth, move my tongue around to mix all the ingretients and close my eyes as I let the taste linger for as long as possible.

 

now that sounds like a very tasty breakfast, i hope he returned the favour

 

Delicious

Breakfast of champions!
:rose:

 

Excellent tales, well written and well received.

 

Youre stories are soo fucking amazing Oralia.
I just needed to say that I will masturbate thinking of this

 

awesome short stories

 

Excellent cock-milking and cum-swallowing skills showed here. Fantastic (blow) job! The men's bathroom scenario was tense. Loved it. "By the canal" was my favorite. Can't describe how I felt when she ripped open that cummed-in condom. You're a great sex story writer because of the differences in all your tales, even though they revolve around the same theme.