Chapter 12.2
Marc began to wander as well, his big hands roughly pawing at my top. My nipples instantly reacting and aching for his touch. I could no longer supress my moans, with Ellie it had been purposeful but delicate, but this was more insistent, more animalistic.
His hands meandered down further and panic began to rise, I did not want him to discover my secret, not here, alone in the woods, I wasn’t sure how he would react and I was in no way able to defend myself if he became angry. I needed to move his hands from there, I re-positioned them back to my chest and while it briefly entertained him they soon travelled south again.
I was also beginning to feel very uncomfortable in my shorts, they were too tight to contain my swelling member, and as well as I had tucked it, if things continued as they were it would be making a break for freedom in no time at all. Pulling away, breathing hard as we had hardly paused since his lips met mine. The solution came to me, all be it taking a leap of faith I wasn’t sure I was ready for yet. My hand travelled between his thighs, instantly resting on a very warm and very hard package.
“I really do need to make it up to you for missing your client, I hope you’ll accept my apology” I said with my best puppy dog eyes, my cam girl persona coming on with a vengeance. He looked startled as my hand stroked and rubbed at his crotch before relaxing a little as I continued my ministrations.
He shifted slightly and his bulge rose even more in my hand, bringing his arm down he rested it on my knee before starting to slide up, his touch directly on my smooth skin was delectable but I knew where he was going and had to stop him. Swiftly moving I pivoted, kneeled between his legs and pushed them apart.
The outline of his dick now clearly on display and the faintest of damp patches visible from the tip, I reached up to his waist band and went to pull them down. He lifted slightly and gradually as his shorts and boxers began to slide down, a well-kept patch of hair before his member was eventually revealed in all its glory.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, my mind was conflicted, but my desires won out, Ellies whispers echoing through my head, I had to at least try, how else would I know? With his shorts round his ankles everything was on show for me. He was immaculately presented, hair trimmed and smooth below, my trembling hands moved to grasp it around the base.
He wasn’t enormous, maybe a little longer than my own, seven inches or so, but definitely thicker and as I pulled his foreskin back it revealed a large angry looking mushroom head with a bead of precum already spilling out. Once again I licked my lips, looking up at his face as Ellie had done to me only the night before.
I extended my tongue, my first taste of cock that wasn’t my own. It immediately felt different, the spongy texture, the heat and the pulse of another person beating through its length. Next my lips made contact and I opened wide just as I had done with Biggie’s dildo, if I managed to take most of that length this shouldn’t be any trouble I thought.
In my mind I imagined there were cameras, that this was just another show, that I had to do this for my fan’s approval, but as Marc’s moan echoed through the trees I was brought back to the reality that I was alone with another guy, edging his swollen meat further into my mouth. Shifting to my knees inbetween his legs, all the practice with my toys was paying off as I felt no discomfort as his gland made contact with the back of my throat. I slid off with a pop savouring the new musky taste, the sweat from our run not deterring me from returning it to my mouth.
Marc gasped as I pushed further this time, my throat accepting the intruder and my tonsils contracting around his helmet. A rush of pleasure rode through my body. I could feel my own trapped penis surge with energy. If sucking a dildo could turn me on, this was cranking me up to eleven.
I moaned, the vibrations causing Marc to follow, for a few moments I simply repeated my motions, pulling off and stroking with my hand before sucking all the way back down. Each time he bumped into the back of my throat the same immense reward of pleasure coursed through me. I could feel the beginnings of my own climax even without touching myself and judging by the noises my partner was making he wasn’t far behind either.
With each thrust down my gullet I edged closer to the peak. The sudden realisation that I would cum in my shorts, and even though I’d already done so today, being this worked up I knew it would be a significant load. I couldn’t risk soiling myself and having to run all the way home wet and sticky.
I continued the motions on Marc cock, and I could feel him begin to tense up, I didn’t have long before he was going to cum and with my free hand I managed to release my trapped member. The cool air wrapping round it, suddenly released a long string of precum flowed from my tip.
Steadying myself I grasped Marc’s balls with one hand, started pumping vigorously with the other and kept my mouth tightly sealed around his head, my tongue lashing at the underside in the way I knew I loved doing on my own.
Marc’s eyes were wide, his breathing ragged and course, “I’m… your… I can’t hold on much longer… you’re going to make me cum” he said with stammering breaths. “Give it to me” I hissed and sunk all the way down his length. His balls tightened and his meat expanded in my throat. As the first splash cascaded out it triggered a chain reaction, sparks firing from my throat, down my spine, igniting that ball of white light and initiating my own orgasm.
I hadn’t laid a single finger on my own cock and it just began to spew load after load out onto the forest floor, I swallowed automatically, barely able to register the taste as it was so deep. I pulled back, still pumping with my hands, eking out every last drop onto my tongue.
I could now taste his essence, and while not as pleasant as my own, it felt every bit as rewarding. My own now softening dick still dripping as waves of my own orgasm began to subside. I cleaned his tool, marvelling at how it went from being so hard and angry to soft and relaxed.
Marc was still breathing hard, and I was too. This had been so intense and I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that I could cum just from giving head, I had an inkling after the way Biggies dildo felt down my throat, but this was so much more. Ellie was right, a real one was so much better, not least feeling responsible for making someone else cum was the maximum power trip, especially a big strong guy like Marc.
While he caught his breath I gently suckled on his now soft cock, licking it clean and buying myself time while I clumsily tucked my own limp dick back inside my panties. It wasn’t quite as neat as I would usually, but under the circumstances it would do. I rose unsteadily to my feet, pulling his shorts back up so he wouldn’t look down at the mess I’d made.
He chuckled, and pointed to a spot on my leg, looking down a long string of cum gently making its way down to my slightly dirty knee, the rest making a sizeable pool spattered under the felled tree out of his view. I scooped it up and brought it to my mouth, I instantly knew it was mine and not his, I had a delectable sweetness that couldn’t be matched. He looked at me dough eyed “I can’t believe you did that” he stated, “well I wouldn’t want to go to all that effort and then waste it” I replied grinning mischievously.
I thought I would be more repulsed at the act I had just completed, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth, but instead, seeing him so helpless and out of breath, so utterly satisfied, I felt the same sense of pride as when I completed a task on my broadcasts, no, that was wrong, I felt a greater sense of achievement from this. My very core beamed with satisfaction, doing these things online and seeing a visible reward was one thing, but feeling it, tasting it and experiencing it was on another level. My body simply hummed.
Looking at his flushed face “I hope that fully makes up for you messing up with your client because of me” I quipped, the confidence now overflowing as our ego battle of flirting resumed. He stood, reached for my chin and scooped something from me, I took his hand and guided it to my mouth, sucking his thumb and cleaning of the last morsel of his seed.
“You’re incredible, y….you know that” he stuttered, once again faltering under the power of my seduction. “I do” was my reply, as I lead him by the hand away from the fallen tree and the puddle of my own fluids just in case he saw it and started asking questions.
I brushed the loose dirt from my knees, my legs were still a little weak, and I didn’t feel I had the strength to run, Marc seemed happy enough with our stroll with his hand wrapped tightly around mine, as we made more small talk and basked in the setting sun and the afterglow of our orgasms.
We reached the busy area of the park and decided to resume jogging for the last part. It was hard going as I wasn’t as well tucked, I could tell Marc was in some discomfort too as his pace was way off. As we neared the park gates, we slowed to a walk, his arm wrapped around my shoulders and I leant into his.
We stopped in a less crowded corner, facing each other I slipped my hand around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It was gentle but intense, our tongues lashing each other, his hands roamed down my side before scooping my buttocks and caressing them through the thin fabric of my shorts, his touch immediately eliciting a gasp from my mouth and I could feel him smile through our kiss.
Our battle of one-upmanship was still raging, just as his once again rising member began to poke into my stomach, I instantly wrapped my hand round it and he jerked back. Face flushed and eyes pleading me not to continue. “You can’t do that here! Everyone will see” I laughed and released my grip, another round to me.
Walking hand in hand to the bus stop, just as the number 214 pull into view “we should do this again sometime” He half asked hopefully, I once again had all the power and loved the thought of him hanging to my every word and action. “I guess that would be OK, but I’d prefer you made sure you were properly free, I can’t be held responsible for making it up to you each time” I quipped, his face once again blushing as he recalled what I’d just done to him. One last drawn out hug as we reluctantly parted as my bus arrived “I’ll send you a message” blowing a kiss at his goofy face as the doors closed and I pulled away.
Holy crap! That was intense. My mind raced with what I’d just done, the consequences of the last few days events replaying through my mind. I’d taken time off camming to help figure out what to do, and in the process given myself even more to consider, if it was a mess before, it was giant cluster fuck now.
My hands trembling, I fired a message to Ellie, not telling her what I’d done, but intimating something had happened, of course she instantly called me and I didn’t want to have this conversation in public on the bus. She kept trying to ask questions, and I couldn’t answer, my body betraying me as it flushed crimson and my nipples and cock began to swell. Eventually arriving at my stop, still on the phone I dashed home and into the house. Panting as I closed the door behind me and could finally spill all the beans to Ellie who was impatiently waiting still on the phone.
We spoke while I got undressed, but agreed to have a video call once I’d got out the shower, I was very sweaty and more than a little sticky in certain areas, not least it was fairly evident from the tightening skin on my face I hadn’t cleaned it very well. I’d travelled all that way on the bus with another guys cum on my face, and dirty knees, how embarrassing! I giggled to myself.
Refreshed and with some casual clothes on I called Ellie, she answered and immediately berated me on my appearance and the fact I was using my phone and not the computer. I wasn’t dressed badly, just simple, her on the other hand was sitting there, fully done up, a divine outfit sculpting her body, makeup the works. I actually struggled to get the words out so taken aback with how hot she looked.
I apologise and fired up my computer and the lights, she insisted in staying on the line and watching my transformation. She selected an outfit she wanted me to wear, the boots and even the makeup. Propped up against the mirror I could see her gently gyrating as I applied the finishing touches to my look, “are you playing with yourself?” I lambasted “can you blame me? You look like my living wet dream, I knew I should have just come over instead” she added with a pout.