Ron texted again yesterday. I had a busy day, but I always make room for Ron. He doesn't get a chance to play often, only when his wife is out of the house and he's sure she won't be back for a while. We usually don't make much small talk. I'm on my knees in seconds, he drops his pants and I take his still-soft cock into my hungry mouth. Unlike most guys, Ron's pretty verbal and likes to remind me that I'm his personal cum-slut...and he's right. I'm addicted to the delicious taste of his cum. Yesterday was fun because he was sure we had some time and we were both pretty relaxed, so he flipped through his streaming service until he found some hot porn. It was boy-girl porn, not my favorite, but still a nice way to get started. I sat next to him on the couch, he pulled his pants off, and I gently and tenderly stroked his cock while I told him about the first time I took another man's hard meat into my mouth. Thinking about it always gets me horny and apparently Ron found it pretty hot, too, because he was mostly hard in a couple of minutes.
I got down on the floor in front of him and wrapped my lips around him before he was fully hard because one of my favorite things is feeling another man's cock swelling up in my mouth. Ron has a tendency to cum pretty quickly, a testimony, I guess, to my skills as a cocksucker, but we like to make it last at least a little while, so when he asks me to suck his balls, I know it means he needs to take a break before he cums. His cock isn't the longest in the world, but it grows thicker and thicker the longer I suck him. I love being on the floor, between his legs, making love to his manhood while he tells me what a cum slut I am. Yesterday, like most of our sessions, wasn't much longer than ten minutes, if that, but it's all good with me because he cums hard and always has a big load for me.
My definition of Nirvana? It's that magical moment when my reward begins to shoot from deep in his balls and into my hungry-whore mouth. I like to stop sucking and just let him fill my mouth with his hot ambrosia. That gives me a chance to just park my tongue at the base of his cock, on the underside, and feel it pulsing wildly as he pumps one steamy stream after another into me.
If there's anything better than a mouthful of hot cum, it's two...but that doesn't happen very often. No complaints, I just wait for his next text and hop in the car, my cock stiff already and my mouth waiting to receive. I know I'm hardly the only cum-slut out there. I've met a few others and we've shared stories of our best customers. I'd love to hear from you if you're a cum-lover, too.