A New Taste Part 15 (City Boy) free porn video
Two days later Phillippe messaged me. He wanted to employ my services during lunchtime near his work in London. I knew I could make it to the location in time but I would be late back to work. It would be worth it. He stated that he wanted me to fellate him deeply and keep him from orgasm for twenty minutes but to be finished in no longer than half an hour and that I must swallow his ejaculate. I must not be late. His pragmatic approach pleased me. No fuss, no seduction.
I arrived at the office building on time and ready to work. He let me inside and guided me through empty offices and up some stairs to a quiet furnished office with lowered blinds. He locked the door and carefully removed his shoes putting them neatly to one side. I sank to my knees as he rapidly undid his belt and zipper letting his trousers slip down, He took off his boxers and folded his clothes, placing them on a desk. His jacket was laid over a chair and he fleetingly brushed a few specs from it with his hand. I followed him around the room transfixed by his magnificent swinging cock. In just socks and shirt he stepped up to my face, checked his watch and said “Begin.”
I reached out and flopped it over the flat of my hand like a meaty neck tie, I kissed it and then began a strong energetic suck. It wasn’t long before I had more than half of his beautiful manhood in my mouth and was bobbing my head determined to earn my money and please both of us. He was erect, not perfectly hard like Harrison always became but still flexible over his long length. It helped me take more of him. As I took a breather he said “I will tip you if you take it all to my balls.”
“When I need your help I will pat your bum.” I said.
“very well.” He replied.
I relaxed my throat and opened up. I took it deep I and shoved further. I was confident and not panicking. I patted his bottom and his large hands gripped my head and pulled me into his trimmed public hair. He used great strength and I submitted to his needs. My lower lip was in contact with his ball bag, my upper lip pressing against his hair. I was aware I was turning bright red and needed to be released but for a few remarkable seconds he maintained the position while he groaned in filthy pleasure. Then he let go and I fell away gasping and immensely pleased with myself.
“Good boy!”
“Thank you. Thank you Sir!”
“Do it again!”
I gathered myself and plunged back down his shaft. The sense of accomplishment was truly satisfying and he began to really take charge. I sunk to the root once more and he forced me to stay until I had to retreat coughing.
“Against the wall.” He instructed.
“Yes Sir.”
“I like that. Always call me Sir when sucking me from now on.”
I backed up to the wall and he lifted his cock and pushed it in my mouth. He began to fuck my face. Not all the way but deeply and selfishly with his arms pressed against the wall.
I loved it. The size was such a turn on I had produced a puddle of precum in my trousers. My balls tingled and there seemed a chance I might cum. He pulled out and stepped back.
“I don’t want to cum just yet. Its so easy to get carried away when I thrust in that deep.”
He slowly masturbated as he stood there. I was red-faced and wet with spittle.
“Would you mind hitting me with it?” I enquired.
“Slap your face you mean?”
“Yes please Sir.”
“very well. Yes I will.”
He walked up to me and taking his long cock in his right hand at the base took a kind of practice swipe in the air. Then to my surprise he swung his heavy member at my cheek with real momentum. It surprised and delighted me. With wide eyes I stared at him and begged for more.
He swung it back and proceeded to beat me with it. I wondered it he was hurting his penis as I held my head still to take the blows. I breathed fast and deep. It was hugely pleasurable.
He stood away and I looked up at him. His cock was harder than I had seen it before.
“I loved that.” He said.
He looked at his watch and told me to suck him for five more minutes and then make him cum. I knelt in the centre of the room and gave him a loving stimulating blow job. When he was ready he simply said...
“Swallow it all.”
A torrent of hot semen gushed from his wonderful cock. He came so much! It was thrilling to manage his needs and I gulped his fluid down with pride. When he was empty he pulled away and the heavenly organ flopped down for my viewing pleasure. I sighed.
“Thank you Sir.” I said gratefully.
“You are welcome. You performed well.”
He hurriedly dressed and noticed the large wet patch on my thigh.
“Did you cum?”
“No but very nearly.”
"Cover that with your bag as you leave. We must go now.”
As we walked out through the empty offices he handed me some cash.
“I have tipped you generously. You did very well.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Same time next week. I may want to ejaculate when you are deep throating me. Can you managed that?”
“I hope so Sir!”
“Black trousers in future!"
With that I found myself standing dazed and delighted in a busy city of London street holding my bag over my stained trousers. He had paid me £100 for my services and I was thrilled to be his cocksucking service. I hurried back to work having eaten only ejaculate for lunch. I entered a bathroom cubicle and masturbated to relieve my aching testicles. As my own cum splashed into the bowl reality returned to my my mind. 'Le petit mort' as the french say. The low after a wonderful high. Yet before long, sat at my desk, I found myself smiling at my new side job. £100 in my pocket earned for doing something I would gladly pay to do.
I arrived at the office building on time and ready to work. He let me inside and guided me through empty offices and up some stairs to a quiet furnished office with lowered blinds. He locked the door and carefully removed his shoes putting them neatly to one side. I sank to my knees as he rapidly undid his belt and zipper letting his trousers slip down, He took off his boxers and folded his clothes, placing them on a desk. His jacket was laid over a chair and he fleetingly brushed a few specs from it with his hand. I followed him around the room transfixed by his magnificent swinging cock. In just socks and shirt he stepped up to my face, checked his watch and said “Begin.”
I reached out and flopped it over the flat of my hand like a meaty neck tie, I kissed it and then began a strong energetic suck. It wasn’t long before I had more than half of his beautiful manhood in my mouth and was bobbing my head determined to earn my money and please both of us. He was erect, not perfectly hard like Harrison always became but still flexible over his long length. It helped me take more of him. As I took a breather he said “I will tip you if you take it all to my balls.”
“When I need your help I will pat your bum.” I said.
“very well.” He replied.
I relaxed my throat and opened up. I took it deep I and shoved further. I was confident and not panicking. I patted his bottom and his large hands gripped my head and pulled me into his trimmed public hair. He used great strength and I submitted to his needs. My lower lip was in contact with his ball bag, my upper lip pressing against his hair. I was aware I was turning bright red and needed to be released but for a few remarkable seconds he maintained the position while he groaned in filthy pleasure. Then he let go and I fell away gasping and immensely pleased with myself.
“Good boy!”
“Thank you. Thank you Sir!”
“Do it again!”
I gathered myself and plunged back down his shaft. The sense of accomplishment was truly satisfying and he began to really take charge. I sunk to the root once more and he forced me to stay until I had to retreat coughing.
“Against the wall.” He instructed.
“Yes Sir.”
“I like that. Always call me Sir when sucking me from now on.”
I backed up to the wall and he lifted his cock and pushed it in my mouth. He began to fuck my face. Not all the way but deeply and selfishly with his arms pressed against the wall.
I loved it. The size was such a turn on I had produced a puddle of precum in my trousers. My balls tingled and there seemed a chance I might cum. He pulled out and stepped back.
“I don’t want to cum just yet. Its so easy to get carried away when I thrust in that deep.”
He slowly masturbated as he stood there. I was red-faced and wet with spittle.
“Would you mind hitting me with it?” I enquired.
“Slap your face you mean?”
“Yes please Sir.”
“very well. Yes I will.”
He walked up to me and taking his long cock in his right hand at the base took a kind of practice swipe in the air. Then to my surprise he swung his heavy member at my cheek with real momentum. It surprised and delighted me. With wide eyes I stared at him and begged for more.
He swung it back and proceeded to beat me with it. I wondered it he was hurting his penis as I held my head still to take the blows. I breathed fast and deep. It was hugely pleasurable.
He stood away and I looked up at him. His cock was harder than I had seen it before.
“I loved that.” He said.
He looked at his watch and told me to suck him for five more minutes and then make him cum. I knelt in the centre of the room and gave him a loving stimulating blow job. When he was ready he simply said...
“Swallow it all.”
A torrent of hot semen gushed from his wonderful cock. He came so much! It was thrilling to manage his needs and I gulped his fluid down with pride. When he was empty he pulled away and the heavenly organ flopped down for my viewing pleasure. I sighed.
“Thank you Sir.” I said gratefully.
“You are welcome. You performed well.”
He hurriedly dressed and noticed the large wet patch on my thigh.
“Did you cum?”
“No but very nearly.”
"Cover that with your bag as you leave. We must go now.”
As we walked out through the empty offices he handed me some cash.
“I have tipped you generously. You did very well.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Same time next week. I may want to ejaculate when you are deep throating me. Can you managed that?”
“I hope so Sir!”
“Black trousers in future!"
With that I found myself standing dazed and delighted in a busy city of London street holding my bag over my stained trousers. He had paid me £100 for my services and I was thrilled to be his cocksucking service. I hurried back to work having eaten only ejaculate for lunch. I entered a bathroom cubicle and masturbated to relieve my aching testicles. As my own cum splashed into the bowl reality returned to my my mind. 'Le petit mort' as the french say. The low after a wonderful high. Yet before long, sat at my desk, I found myself smiling at my new side job. £100 in my pocket earned for doing something I would gladly pay to do.
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