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I deepthroated the older guy on the beach, I deepthroated the designated driver. I am on a kick lately fapping about my past deepthroating glories, and today I wondered of the time I deepthroated a neighbor in his car.

Full disclosure: we lived within a couple of (walking) minutes from each other, but we actually met through Tinder. On our first date, I did not feel compelled to return for a second one, but I was horny and so was he. So I started planting seeds in the dinner conversation.

“So what are you looking for on Tinder?”

“I don’t know, I’d like to find a girlfriend, have a good time. How about yourself?”

“I am only looking for a good time.”

As it happens, none of us could host that night, so he offered to drive me home. I accepted, and it immediately became obvious that driving me home actually meant driving to the marina in our area first. Hmmm. I was no teenager, you know? But I looked down at the bulge in his pants and it was easy to accept the deal. He very visibly had a massive cock.

He parked at a secluded spot and hit me with the small talk. Thankfully, this all happened during a particularly assertive moment in my life, and I was not in the mood for wasting time.

“Unzip your pants.”

I will never forget the look in his eyes. He didn’t need much encouragement, let’s just say. He turned off the car lights, leaned his seat back. Before I knew it, his fully hard cock jumped out of his boxers, easily 8 girthy inches with precum that glistened in the moonlight. In a more private setting, I would have timed everything to take that gorgeous cock in my pussy. But his cum down my throat would suffice.

“What do you wanna do? I’m open to anything you’d like.”

“I’m going to suck you off.”

“For real?”

“Yes, until you cum in my mouth.”

“Can I see your tits?”

I half-indulged him, unbuttoning my soft blouse but leaving my tight, see-through, demi-cup bra on. My breasts were on display as I leaned over to his seat and wrapped my hand around his massive cock, bobbing it lightly to let it slap my face.

“When did you last get good head?”

“Oh, it’s been a while, but I have a feeling my dry spell is over…”

He moved his hand to my hair, encouraging, a touch desperate. He pushed gently as I leaned in to take him, enveloping his girthy cock with my mouth. I tasted his precum with the flicks of my tongue. “Oh, fuck,” was his response.

There were no strings attached, so I knew I could give him the blowjob I really craved, not the one that felt permissible. I made no effort to hold back my spit, which meant that his cock was slobbered up with my saliva and his precum. I held nothing back when taking him in, allowing myself to moan and grunt all I wanted. My strokes were firm but slow when they didn’t match the rhythm of my mouth, and my tongue was intentional. It pressed against his entire length on each of my strokes, and I tried to touch his balls with it (unfortunately, no such luck!)

The duration. It was not nothing, but it was impossible for him to last long. What can I say? This unabashed cumslut knew what she was doing. Before I knew it, he was panting fast, his hands shoving my head down onto him. He realized I liked taking him deep, that I liked the sensation of his tip reaching my throat and challenging me to hold still longer. I think he secretly loved breaking me: he held me down until he felt the gag, and then he’d curse and let me back up. I’d gasp for breath, stroking him, while he praised me. Like a good girl, I went back down every time a few more times. But I knew that he needed more continuous stimulation to finally explode in my mouth.

Finally, I settled for a tried-and-true move: I held the base of his dick and stuck my tongue out against his flesh while I let his shaft rub against the sides and back of my mouth, probably deeper than he was used to. He started cursing constantly, panting, announcing that he was going to cum. I kept at it. Eventually, his hands went back to my head.

It was gorgeous to see his bulge in his jeans, to feel it hitting my throat, and to know that I pushed him over the edge. I took my salty reward, wasting none of it, and I displayed it to him before I swallowed. He needed a few minutes to recover.

I never gave him my actual exact address (even stupid cumsluts have sparks of brilliance) but I ran into him a couple of times after our deep encounter, just doing errands in the neighborhood. He was shy and I was not interested in hosting, so I didn’t get to repeat my big cocked neighbor saga from a few years earlier.

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I took one last look at our Tinder conversation some months ago, when I deleted the dating applications off my phone. Months after our date, he had messaged me one more time to say he had just cum thinking of the best blowjob he’d ever gotten, the one from our date night. We are no longer in touch, but today I came thinking about it too.

NSFW: yes

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