Poppers Blowjob 2

I was laying on my back, on the floor, and Sandra was squeezing my cock through the denim of my jeans as she kissed me. I was begging her in my mind to undo my jeans and take me out.

Although unusual for me to be in such a submissive position, I loved the fact that Sandra was above me like this and taking control of me. It wasn’t just that I didn’t need to agonise over what I should do next, and whether I would be rejected. It was really sexy giving myself up to her desires, and letting her direct the proceedings.

My every thought was now focused on what her hand was doing. When it stopped squeezing me, I willed it to start pulling my zipper down. After it had pulled my zipper down, I willed it to fish my cock out of my pants. Once my cock was out in the open, and savouring the feeling of air on skin, I willed her to start wanking me slowly. When she did, I started to suspect that I could actually control her with my mind. Continue reading Poppers Blowjob 2

Poppers Blowjob 1

Sandra was an Australian girl who worked behind a cosmetics counter in a large department store. She was quite tall, had shoulder length black hair and she was fun loving and carefree. All this I had discovered during the course of the salsa lesson.

The salsa class came to an end, and I suggested we go for a drink. Tonight was the first time I’d seen her at the class, but she already knew the moves so I guessed she’d learnt salsa elsewhere. Dancing with her, I’d found that she was a real laugh.

As people spilled out of the place and went their separate ways, we went into the bar next door. It was mid week, and I had work the next day, but I never let things like that stop me from having a good time. Besides, this was An Opportunity. For what, I could only hope. Continue reading Poppers Blowjob 1