Deep Throating Queen: Seducing A Stranger!

Deep throating is an art.

 

And I’ve perfected it. I love taking cocks big and small, forcing them down my throat and working them with nothing but my tongue and mouth until I get a creamy, salty reward. It takes finesse and determination, but there’s nothing more satisfying than making a man come without using my hands or pussy. I’m a deep throating queen. Which often leads me to some pretty wild cheating sex stories by the way.

Just last week, while I was walking through the grocery store, picking out some perfect fresh veggies, I saw a man who looked more stressed than I’ve ever been. Tall, handsome, big, and based on the bulge in his pants, he was offering plenty. Some women would be nervous about trying to fit a ten inch cock down their throat, but I’m a deep throating queen and I’ve earned my crown.

Instead of ignoring him, I walked over and suggested he try some melons, some berries, and some pineapple. The last one got his attention. He looked me over, drinking in every inch of me in my slutty sundress, then he focused on my lips. I licked my lips and leaned in closer so my breasts rubbed against him. I’m a deep throating queen and I knew nothing would help him more than a thorough, wet blowjob. We were the only ones in the store other than a few workers. He must have noticed it too. “I’ve heard things about pineapple … why couples eat it,” he said.

“Why limit it to couples?” I asked while stroking over the front of his jeans. “Then again, I’m not entirely sure you need it. Maybe we should test that theory.”

He looked a little nervous, but eyed my mouth. A deep throating queen knows how to work a man up and I was doing just that. Every stroke over his zipper, rubbing my tits against him, it was all working like a charm. I could feel him getting harder.

“I’m not sure that’s what I’m supposed to be getting in a grocery store,” he said. “Don’t you think a blowjob is better than fruit? I’ve always heard it’s better for stress,” I offered. I dropped a cucumber, then squatted down to pick it up. Once I did, I slowly licked the veggie while watching him. I’m a deep throating queen and I know that blowing a thick, long cock is better than teasing myself with toys or vegetables.

He knew it too. I took his hand and led him into an ‘employees only’ closet. I shut the door and dropped down on my knees as I unzipped his pants. A deepthroating queen doesn’t become an expert without trying plenty of cocks and his … his was a real test. He had to be eleven inches long, so thick, so hard, and I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around him. “Are you sure you can handle all this?” He asked as his fingers slipped into my hair.

“I’m a deep throating queen, handsome. You’re going to fill my throat perfectly,” I answered.

I took my time, working him up. Licking over the head, swirled my tongue, then started taking him into my mouth. I sucked until my cheeks hollowed, drooled all over his cock, and steadily took him deeper inch by inch. Since I’m a deep throating queen, blow jobs just make me wetter. I can get myself off with my fingers and a perfect thick cock down my throat. Which is exactly what I did. I managed to get him halfway down my throat before I gagged. Our eyes met and he looked proud and turned on, but I wasn’t close to done. A deep throating queen doesn’t stop. I let my throat relax and made sure his dick was all lubed up with my saliva before choking myself on him.

Deeper and deeper, he kept filling my throat until he cut off my air, making my eyes roll back. I started rubbing my pussy as I took him over and over again, ten inches deep, but struggling over that last one. I’m a deep throating queen, though, and I welcome a challenge. I managed to stuff that last inch of his dick down my throat, unable to swallow or breathe, but the satisfaction was too good to ignore. I nearly came as I kept gagging and choking myself on him, my eyes watery, my lips dripping with saliva, meaningly moans leaving my throat until he finally came, cursing and shaking – just like all men come for a deep throating queen.

And even though we both left the grocery store satisfied, I can’t help but want more. Maybe you’ll be the next one to fill my throat much like the  Dirty Old man Has Desires.

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