Monsieur Courier

October 3rd, 2024

He left not long ago, and I'm still gathering my thoughts at how insanely hot it was.

So, today, around 11am I got a text from M. Courier, confirming that he would swing by my place during his lunch break in an hour or so. I don't need to tell you guys that ever since I woke up, I've been half horny as fuck and half nervous as hell. I don't know what it is that absolutely turns me on. The fact that he's married and has kids? That it's some secret fooling around maybe? As I said in part 1, he's not even that attractive but there's something just... sexual about him. A diamond in the rough thing as well. The contrast between what he looks like and what he's packing. Fuck fuck fuck.

He arrived a little bit before noon. I greeted him with a nervous smile, he did the exact same face I did which was funny. I invited him to come in and let my eyes feast on the bulge. He was wearing some beige linen pants this time and had made no effort trying to hide what he was packing - which turned me the fuck on once again. I also noticed a small photography backpack he didn't have last time.

"Is that new?" I asked.

"Yes. For... the camera..." He was nervous. It showed.

"Good idea, it's very convenient and you can usually put a couple of extra lenses in it." I said.

"Yes..."

Yup, super nervous.

Without another word, he put down the backpack on the floor next to the door and approached me awkwardly. I could hear his shaky breathing. That confirmed to me that he was not here for the lenses (I was still doubting, you never know!). So, I slowly put one hand on his crotch. It was warm, or maybe I was? We stayed like this for a few seconds. I started feeling with my finger what was under the fabric. Then with my whole hand. Slowly... I could feel the shaft, half erect. I could feel the heavy balls. I could feel my boner too.

I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped it. He was wearing white underpants, and they were deformed by what was soon going to be in my mouth. I took his whole package with my hand, scooped it from underneath, and pulled it a little so that it would protrude from his open pants. That big white bulge was so fucking hot to watch. I was massaging it, to tease Monsieur Courier. Have him all hot and bothered. Have him drip precum.

We were still in the entry hallway and I guided him slowly to my couch. I sat down and had him stand in front of me. A bit like last time. I lowered his pants, uncovering his skinny hairy legs, put my hands behind his thighs and buried my face in his bulge. I smelled then licked the fabric, trying to locate the balls with my mouth, with my tongue, gently biting the girthy shaft and feeling it react by getting harder. Then my tongue sensed something. The nectar. Monsieur Courier was wet. Very wet. I licked again. It was delicious.

I slowly lowered his underwear and mentally gasped when I saw for the second time this beautiful, beautiful penis. So long (I had estimated a very nice 21cm / 8.2 inches), with a nice yummy girth, that big vein on the top of the shaft, and a few smaller ones all over, and that huge mushroom head protected by foreskin. It looked so heavy. I made it flop a few times in my hand. Fuck, the way it moved and bounced.

I pulled the foreskin back, the cock head was wet with precum. I looked at M. Courier, he was still nervous but eager. Fuck, let's go. I stuck out my tongue and licked the whole head. Once, twice, three times, like I was licking a big meat lollipop. My tongue then swirled around the head and my mouth took it whole. He gasped.

The sensation was amazing, my mouth felt so full and my throat was getting hungry. I was going to deepthroat that long, downward curved cock like there was no tomorrow but I was going to do it progressively. I started sucking, going back and forth, eating half a centimeter more every time I'd go down on this huge cock. Opening wide as I'd go down, and putting pressure with my tongue and my lips as I'd go back up. Slowly, to give his balls time to produce my reward.

After a minute or two, I moved to said balls. They were big. Heavy. Hefty. Full of dad-no-longer-getting-any (a total assumption) thick and abundant cum. I licked the sack and put one ball in my mouth. M. Courier moaned. He liked that, noted. I massaged it with my tongue, while my hands were caressing/stroking his thick, long, veiny cock who was still dripping precum. I tried to put the other ball in my mouth but it proved difficult. They were big. But I like a challenge. After some mouth stretching, I managed to and I felt inebriated just having his "putain de grosses couilles" (fucking big balls in French)(Yes, we're French, I realized I hadn't specified) at my mercy. His cock was laying on my face, so hard, so warm, so wet.

I wanted to swallow those balls. Eat them. Fuse with them. That made me so fucking horny, I spit them out and started sucking his giant cock again. With fervor, and passion.

It surprised M. Courier and I heard him gasp again. He put his hands on the top of my head. I was so excited, so randy. I was swallowing each centimeter with such hunger. Quickly, I was deepthroating him. Taking his whole cock deep inside my throat, and backing up to watch it covered with my saliva. And taking it whole again. I was fucking my throat with his big veiny cock and it was making my brain fucking explode.

M. Courier's cock was getting seriously hard, his veins popping, his head more and more swollen. He was getting close. So I slowed down a bit. Because at that moment I was nothing but a hungry slut who wanted to make the most of this encounter (maybe that would be a one time - well, two times - thing. You never know).

I went back to the balls. Eating one, then the other. Then the two of them. Massaging them with my fingers. With the palm of my hands. M. Courier's legs were shaking. He really liked what I was doing to him.

After a few minutes of passionate ball-eating, I took his shaft with one hand and started stroking while still having his big balls in my mouth. My forehead was covered with his precum. I need more than precum. I wanted this man's juice. I wanted to have my mouth filled with baby batter. With cream. With a gallon of his cum.

I engulfed his cock, once again. It was entering my throat so easily now. And again it was getting hard. Very hard. I was getting him there, I knew it. I wanted him to explode in my mouth. His cock head was going up and down my throat, and his breathing was getting faster. I needed that cum.

So I sucked like my life depended on it. A couple of time, M. Courier softly pushed me away, as if he didn't want to come yet, or to come at all, but every time I'd look at him and slowly come back to the sucking.

I was working the whole shaft with my mouth, tongue, throat, and his balls with my hands. His legs were shaking, his hands were clutching my hair, then I felt him let go. He got less stiff (but harder ;) and I understood he was okay with cumming. I was already almost there anyway, why fight?

His head got hard, his balls tighter. It was coming.

I felt the first throb, heard a loud moan, and plunged his cock deep inside my throat, my tongue stuck under his shaft. A second pulse, then a third, pause, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth... Heavy, abundant cum injected directly in my stomach. I swallowed after each pulse to make sure it would go deep inside of me.

The throbbing slowly stopped but I kept Monsieur Courier's penis in my mouth. I didn't want to leave it. I massaged it with my tongue for a bit, then let it escape my throat. It was so beautiful, so big, so long, so tasty. I wanted it again.

I looked at Monsieur Courier and he looked at me. He was shaky but smiling. Still nervous but relieved. I was full and happy.

With only a couple of words exchanged, we came back to reality, he went to my bathroom to freshen up a bit - I didn't, I wanted his aroma in my mouth, on my face for as long as I could - then we said goodbye. He went back to work, I did too.

We didn't even talk about the camera lenses... Next time? (fingers crossed)