Blowjob

"Well to start, get on your knees and suck my cock," he ordered.

I dropped to my knees at the edge of his bed, and there it was, his big red cock staring me in the face. I could smell the faint musky odor of his balls, almost hidden behind the scent of Irish Spring soap. Steve, it seemed, had very recently showered.

"Thats a good girl," he said.

I had to open my mouth wide to wrap around the head of his cock, where I could immediately taste the salty pre-cum he'd worked up while stroking. His cock was average length, but it may have been the thickest cock I had ever seen. My lips barely fit around it, and even then they were stretched to the max.

Deep throating him wasn't a problem because of his length, but it did hurt my mouth slightly as I slid up and down his shaft. He lay a hand gently on the back of my head, but allowed me to do the work at my own speed. He made slight noises of pleasure with each trip up and down.

Each trip to the head I was rewarded with more sticky precum, and I was surprised to find that I actually liked the tatste. I was supposed to be doing this for the money, but fuck if I wasn't really starting to enjoy it. Part of me wanted him to hurry up and bust a nut in my mouth so I could taste more of him.