There comes a time in everyone’s life when they initiate to realize their fullest potential. For CHARLIE, a 40-year-old bank teller from Manchester, England, it started the day this babe finally left her fuddy-duddy boyfriend Nigel. “There was this delivery guy,” this babe recalled. “Always very enjoyable with a kind word for everybody. For a whilst, however, all the beauties at the bank would talk about the size of his weenie. While none of us had really watched it, that gent always wore those tight pants that left little to the imagination. We joked that he looked like this petticoat chaser was smuggling a petite animal down there. Soon I’d find out that it was not a joke after all. It was late in the day, and I was tending towards the rear entrance. There was a sharp knock at the door, and it was him on the other side. ‘I’m truly sorry,’ this chab said as he extended a package towards me. ‘I forgot to drop this off when I came by earlier. I hope it wasn’t very important.’ I quickly realized what it was and reassured him that all would be okay. Since it was pouring rain at the time, I told him to come inside until the clouds passed. Once inside and alone with him, I started talking to him like I at no time have previous to, and I just decided to go for it. ‘You know,’ I told, ‘the angels here are always talking about your…bulge.’ It was so hard to say the word, but he started laughing. This chab said, ‘Yeah, I get that quite a bit. I haven’t been terribly fortunate through my life, but I was fortunate in one respect.’
“Since it was out in the open now, I decided to go for it. ‘Can I watch it?’ I asked. I couldn’t make almost certainly of I indeed asked, but I did. This chab looked around to check that no one was in sight, then this guy told ok and started to unbuckle his trousers. It was biggest. I mean, completely mammoth. I stood there speechless for a pont of time, then started to laugh. Words weren’t exchanged; they weren’t necessary at this point. I stepped closer, then started to feel it in my hands. It sprang to my touch, and this charmer got hard almost immediately. ‘You know,’ that smooth operator whispered to me, ‘I’ve always thought u were the sexiest dominant-bitch on my route.’ This charmer then put his hand on my booty and started to rub. Instantly, I got wet and started feeling a little lightheaded. Knowing that there was no turning back now, I did what I had merely previously dreamt of doing. I knelt down in front of him and took his gigantic tool into my face hole. It competely stretched out my lips and pressed down on my tongue. At first I worked it slow, looking up at him whilst I worked every inch further and deeper into my mouth. As it got closer and closer to the back of my mouth, I got larger quantity and larger amount turned on. By now I had one hand rubbing his heavy balls and the other was playing with my clitty. He began to moan and was giving me instruction. ‘Yes, baby, that is it,’ this charmer said. ‘Take that cock, work it.’ I was all likewise cheerful to chase his dictates. I sped up my engulfing as the friction of his jock against my tongue intensified. That woman chaser forcefully grasped either side of my head with his hands and began face-fucking me.”
“By then I had stopped caressing my pussy and had sunk three of my fingers unfathomable inside. I furiously drilled myself while his gracious strapon probed closer to the back of my face hole. Finally, his groans became louder and faster. I could tell this smooth operator was relishing himself and about to explode. Knowing that I was doing this to him and that I could make a stud feel that way was turning me on remarkably. This chab told me that he was about to cum, and that only made me suck harder. This gent got silent for a second, gritted his teeth… and then I felt it. An explosion that discharged to the back of my face hole so forcefully that it jerked my head back. The feel of his hot man-cream in my mouth sent me over the edge, and now I was cumming, also! I took his yummy knob without my throat lazily, looking up at him the whole way, slurping and swallowing every last drop of his 10-Pounder juice. No thing has happened between us since. We’re friendly to each other, as always, and we’ll give each other a knowing smile or a chortle when we’re at work. But I’ll by no means forget the fire he unleashed in me.”
