My friend gave me a ride, so I gave him road head. Twice.

My friend Otis and I have a few kinks and fantasies that our respective partners, my boyfriend Milo and his girlfriend Masie, don’t share. We’re pretty lucky, however, as Masie likes when he fucks other people and Milo enjoys it as well, as long as I ask for permission beforehand, so we both have an outlet for our kinks and fantasies.

One of these fantasies was discovered only a few days ago.

It had started with me jokingly asking him to drive me two towns over, just so I could get a burger at Hungry Jacks (which is the Australian equivalent of Burger King, I’ve been told). I can’t drive, and we don’t have a Hungry Jacks in our town, so getting a burger from there isn’t exactly regular for me. And I fucking love their burgers.

Otis had grinned and said, “Sure, if you suck my dick on the way I’m happy to drive you to get a burger.”

I laughed. He laughed. And then we went quiet. The scenario was running through my mind, and my face even turned a little pink at the thought. “I’ll happily give you road head,” I admitted.

We chatted for a while, and when he went home I was left feeling horny and desperate for a dick in my mouth. Milo wasn’t there to supply, so instead I masturbated with a dildo in my mouth and came while looking at road head porn.

Let’s flick forward to Wednesday. After getting Milo’s permission, Otis told me that he would pick me up around 7pm. Throughout the day we sent each other horny messages and porn links. At one point, when I was with somebody, his text popped up onto my phone and I turned bright red. It read: I’m going to push your head down and make you choke on it, which is an absolutely insane thing to read when I’m in the middle of a meeting. The person I was with asked if I was okay, and I stuttered out a lie about my friend sending me funny videos. The moment she was gone, I replied and scolded him for making me all flustered while I was with somebody, which he found hilarious. It was probably revenge for my cheeky habit of making him hard while he’s at work.

The messages grew even nastier from there. I jokingly asked him to spit in my mouth and he replied stating that he was going to do it the second he arrived.

By the time 7pm rolled around and my doorbell rang, I was a bit of a mess. I had been masturbating practically all day and my face was pink before he even entered. After greeting me, he told me to open my mouth. My face turned several shades darker, and I parted my lips slightly. He gave me a look. “Wider than that,” he said, then stepped closer when I obeyed. He rolled his jaw for a moment, then spat directly onto my tongue. I swallowed it immediately.

He leaned down and I craned my head back (there’s a bit of a height difference between us), and he kissed me. It took me by surprise but I stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him back. My waterbottle was squashed between us. He groped me as we made out, and when we pulled apart I turned my head in an effort to hide how turned on I was. “You’re stupidly tall,” I muttered, opening the front door. This was not a lie. He is a stupidly tall man. I am not short, he is just blessed with the height of a fucking giraffe.

When we got in the car, I admitted how nervous I was. But all that anxiety started to disappear as we exited the town and took a dark back road. He pulled over, then pushed his trackie pants down to his knees and looked at me expectantly. I took off my seatbelt and took his flacid cock into my mouth, then felt the car start to move.

It didnt take long for his dick to become fully erect in my mouth. Otis put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, making me gag. He let out a little moan as I choked on his cock and gripped his thigh tightly.

He wrapped his hand into my hair and began to bounce my head up and down like it was a fleshlight. I gagged over and over, probably making some amusing sounds as I drooled all over him. “Take it all,” he said, forcing my head down further until my lips were pressed against his balls. Tears stung at my eyes from the rough facefucking, and when when he finally let go of my hair I gasped for breath.

But I suppose I’m well trained, because even though I was still recovering from my complete lack of oxygen I quickly ducked my head again and took his dick back into my mouth. I pressed my tongue hard against the shaft, slightly over my bottom lip, and took him as deep down my throat as I could without puking. The tip of my tongue brushed against his balls and I flicked it, resisting the urge to grin when I heard him groan. His hand found its way to my ass and he groped it. As I sucked his dick, he flicked between groping me and pushing my head down to force his cock deeper into my throat.

After maybe five minutes (which I loved, because its a compliment to me), Otis let out one of those little huffs he does when he’s getting close. He squeezed my ass. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I need to pull over.”

“Okay,” I said, then continued to suck. We both agreed that he didnt want to cum while actively driving, so he pulled over to the side of the road and twisted my hair around both of his hands.

He pushed my head down again, using my throat like a fleshlight. His cock throbbed and he moaned loudly. I felt his thigh shaking as cum burst into my mouth, and I swallowed it obediently. After licking all the remaining cum off his cock, I sat back with a proud look on my face.

After recovering for a moment, he started to drive again. We talked normally for a bit, and then I finally worked up the courage to ask something. “How long does it take for you to be ready for round two?”

“Jesus,” he laughed. “You’re desperate. I don’t know, maybe a few minutes?”

“I could suck it again on the way back,” I offered. He made a thoughtful noise, but didn’t give a confirmation.

Well, I got my burger. And it was delicious, by the way. I would have sucked a thousand dicks for it. We didn’t want to stick around for long, so after we finished our food we found ourselves back on the highway returning to our town.

I was pretty horny, so as he drove I talked about what I wanted to do when Milo gives me permission to have sex with Otis again. “I really want to rim you again,” I said, leaning my head back to look at him. “I think it would be really hot to have my tongue in you while I jerk you off. And then you can fuck me for a bit and pull out to cum in my mouth.”

Otis cleared his throat, and turned down a side road that would eventually lead us through a teeny little town and back to the back road we had taken the first time.

He pulled over and pushed his trackies down to his knees again. “Come on,” he said. I grinned.

“Fuck yeah.”

He laughed, but quickly cut himself off with a quiet huff of pleasure as I bent over and began to suck his dick for the second time that night.

I continued to suck him off the entire 20 minutes journey back. Finally, I noticed lights, and looked up. “Where are we?”

“Just pulling into town now. Uh… don’t get up yet, that car will notice.”

I waited until he had given me the okay, then sat up and asked if we had driven through the small community earlier. He nodded and I laughed a bit. “I didn’t even notice. Do you think it’s weird we drove through a town doing that?”

“Well, you were preoccupied. And no, it’s not like anyone could see. There were no other cars.”

He pulled into my driveway. I gathered my stuff and invited him in so I could finish him off. He followed me inside. After greeting my dog and putting my water bottle and hoodie down, I turned and waited for him to sit on my couch. He did, then pulled his cock back out and looked at me expectantly. Immediately I dropped to my knees.

He was much rougher now we were out of the car, because he had a lot more control. He held onto my hair and thrust upwards, forcing his cock right down my throat. I gagged, but didn’t tap for him to release me.

Again my lips were pressed against his balls, and my nose into his upper pubic area. My drool pooled on his thighs and I made a pathetic choking noise. He moaned.

Once he let go, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him with wide eyes. A long string of drool was attached to my lips and his tip. “Can you spit in my mouth again please?” I asked, reddening a bit.

He grabbed my hair and forced me to bend my neck back, then spat. I moaned, but he wasnt done. He spat three more times, directly into my mouth, then tapped my jaw as a signal for me to swallow.

I stood up and straddled him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He made a noise of surprise and grabbed my hips as I started to kiss him. There was a little power struggle for a moment as I tried to tongue him, but he never accepts it and instead forced his tongue into my mouth.

After a moment I stood up, took my jeans off, and climbed back onto his lap. His face was flushed and and his eyes flickered as I began to grind my pussy against his cock. Inspired by this, I grabbed his hair and spat in his mouth. He was letting me be surprisingly dominant, so I took advantage of it.

I moaned a little. His dick felt nice pressed against my pussy, and it was easy for my clit to give stimulation this way. But as good as it felt, I did want him to cum, and I wanted it to be in my mouth.

I slid off him and took my shirt off. Now completely naked (and feeling very satisfied at the look on Otis’s face when he saw me strip), I bent down and continued to suck his dick.

But he wasn’t going to let me get away with the brief period of me domming him that easily. As if to remind me, he grabbed my hair and slammed my head down, then began to fuck my throat cruelly. Drool was actually flying out as he pushed my head up and down as fast as he could. I felt a few tears roll out as I choked and gagged over and over. I was getting dizzy from the roughness, so when he groaned as a sign it was actually a relief.

For the second time that night, he shot his cum right down my throat and I swallowed it all. His body was shaking and I could feel his cock throbbing strongly in my mouth as he shot rope after rope of cum. When he let go of my head, I remained for a second to clean up any cum that I had missed and swallow it. Can you tell that I love the taste of cum? I really do.

Anyway. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I definitely did. I might have to go and get burgers more often. Haha.

Bye bye!