The blowjob

“Would you be so kind, detective,” Bradford said, “and consider the blowjob we spoke about?”

The bastard! I thought, but for the moment my brain was unable to compute more complex thoughts. Absentmindedly my hands reached for his crotch, I opened the zipper and pulled out his cock. He took two steps backwards and sat down on the couch; without thinking I followed. I knelt down between his legs and took the half-erect penis into my hands, it was already generously leaking precum. The cock was not only as large as I had suspected, both in length and girth, but also simply beautiful. Its shape, proportions, the pulsing veins - I loved it whole!

Without hesitation I took the cock’s head into my mouth, swiftly it got fully erect. I licked and sucked on the penis hungrily imagining that it was fucking my pussy and bringing me to the climax I still so badly craved. In my proficient mouth the cock grew to an incredible size and I just needed to try whether I could deepthroat it. I was an expert at that activity and simply could not say no to a good challenge. Once the cock was slippery enough with my saliva I opened my mouth wide, relaxed my throat muscles and began to swallow it. The girth turned to be the largest issue, because I had to open my jaws to their limits; the position was not helping either. After **** and gagging I abandoned my plan and continued to a normal blowjob; although I was almost certain that in a better position and preparation I could deepthroat it whole. The taste and the smell were turning me on, but my pussy remained neglected. I had barely enough self-control not to masturbate in front of Bradford. I might have been crazy horny, but I could not give him THAT satisfaction.

The passage of time together with the failed deepthroating attempt and the discomfort of **** helped me to regain some clarity of thought. I became fully aware of what I was doing and how I was manipulated into my situation. The past could not be changed, even if I wanted to, but I still had a chance to achieve a small victory. I continued to suck on Bradford’s cock, I had to admit that I was enjoying the activity, but not nearly as much as he did. I admired his stamina, but could also sense that his climax was finally incoming. The man’s breathing was heavy and he even groaned, I then withdrew my mouth and hands. He grunted in disappointment just like I had wailed moments ago. The penis twitched a few times, but nothing else happened. I stood up and said:

“That would be all, Mr Bradford,” my voice was as confident as I could muster, but it surely was not professional nor firm, “thank you for your cooperation.”

The host was still sitting on the couch and breathing heavily, with a dumbfounded look on his face, while I was putting my clothes back on. My pussy was still wet, so my stride, as I walked away, was not as confident as I could wish for.

“See you later, detective,” Bradford finally spoke before I left the room.

“Goodbye, Mr Bradford,” I replied although I would rather see him later indeed.