Hearing the “pop!” my mouth makes as it releases the head of a cock from its warm, wet, cavernous depths gives me indescribable pleasure.

I wasn’t always this crazy about sucking dick, but that was before Charlie.

Charlie was a regular at the coffee shop where I worked. Over the last few months, his visits had grown more frequent, and our playful glances and small talk became the highlight of my day. Getting ready for work was a series of evaluations as I attempted to discern what outfit would turn him on more. Slipping on my panties, I daydreamed about what it would feel like for Charlie to pull them off with his teeth. Sliding my T-shirt over my supple breasts I fantasized about the sensation of Charlie’s tongue tenderly teasing my nipples.

Charlie was a tall, slender man with a fantastic smile and a wicked sense of humor. His visits would always cheer me up. He’d leave me flirtatious little notes on napkins or receipts. Our sexual tension had escalated to beyond unbearable for me. On the outside, I was asking if he wanted his usual coffee, but on the inside I was begging for him to come in my mouth. Then there was that fateful day last spring when I finally got my wish.

It had been raining hard that day, and I was just about to close up when I saw Charlie running toward the shop, completely drenched. He threw the door open, shook off the rain a little like a puppy and then approached the counter. I noticed the droplets of water sliding down his curly locks and how his wet shirt clung to his toned pecs.

He told me he’d been having a bad day but he’d wanted to see me to make it better. I blushed and then bit my lip, agonizing over how badly I wanted to taste him. I offered him some towels to dry off, and as he took them from my hands, he gently caressed my fingers. I felt a tickle deep in my pussy. The rain started coming down even harder, and

I swear I heard rumbling thunder in

the distance.

I couldn’t help myself any longer; I needed him now. I heard the words come out of my mouth before I could even think: “Wanna fuck?”

I could tell I made him a little nervous, but his unrelenting stare gave away his interest.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied. One side of his mouth curled up, and he shifted his weight. I excitedly rushed over to lock the front door and close the blinds. I then flipped the sign to “closed” and turned off the front lights. As our bodies rushed toward one another, I felt like a panther stalking its prey. His lips were soft, and our mouths instinctively knew how to move with each other. Our tongues tangled as our hands started to explore curves and hidden places. I could smell his unique scent, and as I felt his hot breath on my neck, my legs started quivering ever so slightly. In that moment, the only thing in my world that mattered was me tasting his cock and learning how it felt in my mouth.

“Can I suck it?” I asked girlishly as my fingers started finding their way to his waistband. He waited a moment and then coyly repeated himself, “I thought you’d never ask.” His hands began confidently stroking my pussy through my clothes. He knew what to do with his fingers. I felt a rush of heat shoot straight to my clit.

I dropped to my knees, and his fingers drifted affectionately through my hair. My mouth was watering as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted to me. That reassurance was just what I needed for me to channel my inner slut. I could see the head of his dick peeking out from the band of his briefs. I kissed it lovingly and then pulled his jeans and underwear down far enough to free his erection. It was the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen.

It was smooth and wide and lined with little purple veins I wanted to follow with my tongue. I gripped the base tightly with my right hand, and with my left, I massaged his balls. He gathered my hair from my face and held it behind my head like a leash. As his dick entered my mouth, I felt a surge of excitement zigzag throughout my body like electricity. I looked up at him, parting my lips, and I felt his long, hard cock fill my mouth. He guided my head, using my hair like a horse’s reigns, and I felt like I was rapidly galloping toward ecstasy. He was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.

I gagged, and my mouth watered as he thrust deeper into my throat. I gurgled in pleasure, loving our feral moment. Charlie was forceful yet somehow always gentle as he plunged deeper into my throat. My hands ran up and down his abs, so firm and delectable, and I slurped away until he seized my wrists — one in each of his sturdy hands — and held them above my head. I pulled back and let his dick softly brush against my face. It made me feel like I was some sex toy swaying back and forth in his grasp.

“I looked up at him, parting my lips, and I felt his hard cock fill my mouth.”

I wanted to feel him jam himself deep inside my cunt, but my mouth was too greedy — it didn’t want to share.

I tried to swoop down and swallow him whole, but he pulled away, playing with me. I moaned with desire and looked straight into his eyes. He made me sort of chase his rock-hard cock, my treasure and my prize. When I finally recaptured him between my glistening lips, I was drooling so much little streams of saliva rushed down my chin and neck. My tongue raced around his tip, making him release a gasp and exclaim, “You’re really something else!”

Then he released my wrists from his clutches. I interpreted this as a form of praise, and it spurred me to show off.

I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my bra. My tits spilled out with nipples erect. I urged him to sit in a nearby chair, and I gathered his cock between my breasts. His dick was slick from my mouth, which made it easier for it to glide between my tits. I cradled his erection with my pillowy breasts, and he groaned in desperate appreciation. He was so close to coming, I could tell. He poked my chin a few times which reawakened my mouth’s hunger. I pulled away and then went back to licking and sucking his shaft.

He placed his hands on my shoulders, gripping me tightly. His insistent fingers made me feel under his control, which only furthered my pleasure. He clutched me more intensely as I let my tongue glide up and down his dick. Then I eventually worked my way down to his balls. I licked each slowly, and then took them both into my mouth as best I could. I sucked him and massaged with my tongue. His moans told me I was doing it right.

He demanded that I take off my pants. I stood up and did so gladly, and then he immediately turned me around and bent me over a table. With my bare ass sticking up in the air, he spanked me hard a few times. With each swat, my moans of grew louder, and then without warning or hesitation I felt his hard dick plunge deep inside my pussy.

Sometimes with sex, I want to restrain myself and steadily build up intensity. But this was not one of those times. Each thrust came with such determination and purpose, I knew he was about to explode.

He made a final gasp and dramatically withdrew his dick from my cunt, and then he vigorously flipped me onto my back on the table with my head hanging over the edge. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. Bringing his cock to my parted lips, he sent the pearly spurts of his come directly across my tongue. I swallowed each salty pulse. Then he kissed my lips before trailing a path down my body. He lavished my curves with kisses as I shivered with delight. I remember noticing the sound of the rain hitting the windowpanes and feeling like, in that moment, our bodies were linked with nature — stormy and passionate, full of elemental fury. It was a heavenly moment in which our sexuality united our worlds.

After those fleeting moments of bliss, Charlie looked a little different to me. It’s like he held the key that unlocked my ferocious appetite for cock, and now that it was freed, I didn’t need him anymore. His dick had set me free. Charlie never returned to the coffee shop after that day, and I honestly think it’s for the best. Moments of intensity like that are hard to follow up, and I’d prefer he remembered me sucking his dick rather than frothing milk for his latte. No matter what, I’ll always think of Charlie fondly because he gave me one of the best gifts you can give a woman: the profound joy of sucking a beautiful cock..