John the Trucker

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Despite weather conditions on both ends, my flight from Seattle to Salt Lake City took off on time. I had a business meeting set for Monday morning at 9 about an hour from the airport, but left on Saturday morning in order to enjoy a weekend of skiing in Park City. There was one other reason for the trip.

John the Trucker.

I met John on LPSG about three months ago. He was a trucker who traveled around the country and had an appetite for big cocks. We posted back and forth before I nervously sent a picture of my 8+ uncut inches to him as "proof" before he agreed to meet me.

As a sales rep with a western territory, I was typically on the road about three days a week... usually in and out of a city in one or two days. My girlfriend Julie didn't really mind, and the sex when I got home was always epic. She kept me on my toes; sometimes greeting me at the door nude, other times, I would hear the shower running and would come upstairs and join her.

After one trip that lasted for a whole week, she was waiting for me in bed. I entered the bedroom and watched her fucking herself with one of her favorite toys. "Sorry, hon. I couldn't wait." As I stripped of my clothes, I heard a noise in the bathroom. "Oh," Julie said with a cunning smile, "you don't mind if my friend Debbie joins us."

Before I could answer, a tall blonde woman who I had never met came out of the bathroom without a stitch of clothes. "You must be Mike. Nice to meet you," she said as she offered me her hand to shake. Debbie's tall lean frame and B cup tits were quite a contrast with my girlfriend's 5 foot, 34D figure. That was a fun night.

But this story is about John the Trucker.

John told me he was a "blow and go" guy. He liked women, but got off on giving anonymous blowjobs to guys with big cocks. Just a hobby, he said once. And if it was a hobby, why not play with the best equipment?

BJs from guys were not new to me. It had been five years since I graduated from college, where I met Jim, who would become a good friend and roommate for the last two years of school.

As I sat on the plane listening to my iPod, my mind wondered to the first time Jim and I were together.

Jim and I met in an economics class during the spring semester of our sophomore year. We started hanging out together, going to parties and meeting girls the way any two college guys would. When we decided to become roommates in our junior year of school, we both had girlfriends who would spend the night on weekends. Although we never swapped or did anything sexual as a group, we joked that we had been in many orgies since the walls were so thin and we could hear each other.

Jim's girlfriend broke up with him during the summer between our junior and senior years, and my girlfriend was studying in Europe for the fall semester, leaving me alone back in The States. We agreed to see other people before she left for Paris, so Jim and I were both basically single again.

After a frat party with way too much drinking (do other kinds exist), we headed back to our apartment.

"Fuck I am horny," Jim said "Did you see that tall red head with the amazing ass? I'd give my right ball to fuck her."

"Yeah," I agreed. "And that short girl with the long brown hair had an incredible set of tits that were perfect for my cock."

He answered "Too bad your dick is too small for those puppies."

We both laughed as only two drunk college guys could.

Once back at the apartment, we sat on the couch. Although it was late, we were too wired to go to bed. Jim connected his laptop to my TV before logging on to a porn site with categorized movies... anal, big tits, blow jobs, and the rest were all neatly organized, with an amazing picture illustrating each category.

"Go for the big tits, I can't the brunette out of my head," I suggested. The selection of movies came up and he chose one as I leaned back on the couch. The woman in the clip was supposed to be an older woman who was seducing her son's best friend. As the movie continued, the action heated up with dumb dialog and a dumber premise. This wasn't film appreciation class, and it was 2AM, so we didn't really care. She unleashed her big tits before unbuttoning his jeans. Shocked at the size of his cock, she managed to suck about half of him before mounting and fucking him like he had never been fucked before.

"Now that guy has a big cock," Jim said. Surprised that he commented on his cock and not the size of the amazing tits on the "mom" in the video. Using the line from Animal House, I said "mine's bigger."

"Now I know your drunk, no fucking way," challenged Jim.

We both stopped talking and watched the movie. Suddenly, the mom's friend stopped by to borrow some cream for a recipe and joined the action. Porn is so dumb, but we were both horny. I caught Jim rubbing the lump in his jeans and he blushed a bit but didn't stop. "This hurts" he said as he opened his jeans and took out his cock. Through the dim light I could see that Jim had a short, thick penis. What followed was amazing... he dug into his jeans, pulling out a huge set of balls. I had never been with a guy, but had seen men our age in locker rooms and thought that his balls were quite big.

"Ok, don't make me look like a douche, Mike. Take yours out too."

Remembering his size comment when I mentioned the tits of the girl at the party, I smiled to myself as I removed my pants. Jim was jerking his cock and kneading his balls when he saw my cock spring out of my tight underwear. "Holy fuck, you're bigger than the guy in the movie.... That is some shlong."

"Thanks, I guess, " I replied.

We sat and watched the movie for a while before Jim sat up and stiffened before cumming all over the coffee table. "Fuuuck that was hot," he moaned. Now it was my turn.

I was shocked when Jim came over to my side of the couch and took my cock into his mouth without asking. His mouth was hot and inviting. I guess since he was bigger that the three college girls who had blown me to this point, he could fit more of me into his mouth. His warm mouth and amazing hands were fantastic.

No matter how many times it happened, the feeling was always amazing. The tingling that started in my legs, traveling up toward my balls before my balls drew in towards my body, causing my round nuts to draw closer into their prelaunch position. Slowing my pace ever so slightly, I had learned to keep my body in this state...like keeping a car in gear as the tach climbed toward the redline. Then came the point where I shifted my thoughts into the next gear, allowing my scalding load to move forward, passing through my hard shaft in quickened pulses as a released my ropes of pleasure.

I looked down to see my roommate, who had ended his exquisite blowjob and was working me with his skilled hands which were now covered in warm cum.

Wiping off my load and cleaning the table, he asked "want to go out to Jerry's Wings, they're open all night and I am starving," as if nothing had happened. We dressed and headed to Jerry's as if nothing had happened.

Through our two years as roommates, we continued jerking off, and Jim continued to blow me. For some reason, he didn't want me to suck his cock. This was an on and off again thing whenever we didn't have girlfriends. When college ended, so did my experience with men... until now.

To be continued...
 
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After claiming my bags and ski gear, I headed out to the rental car office. Due to my frequent travel, I was a Gold Member who could choose any car at one price. Given the heavy snow that was falling, quickly loaded a Jeep Grand Cherokee and headed out of the airport.

The forecast was for heavy snow until about noon. As I headed out of the airport and into the mountains, the snow got heavier. I passed several 18-wheelers pulled over on the side of the road and one that hadn't made it. Three Chevy Suburbans with their lights approached from the opposite direction and took a U turn in the plowed area and went to help the stranded trucker.

What if John decided not to travel to our meeting place? What if I one of the trucks I was passing was his, and we would miss each other? John insisted on communication only through the website, with no cell #s, texts, etc that could be traced, so I couldn't call to see where he was.

I was about a half-hour late. We had agreed to meet at a rest stop about 20 minutes outside of Park City. I pulled into the lot to find several tractor-trailers, a car carrier and a natural gas truck, but for the most part the truck area was empty. This was not encouraging.

The parking lot only had about a half-dozen cars. The amount of snow on the windshield told me that they'd been there for a while. I parked right in front, tipped up my wiper blades and went into the building.

The rest stop was old and not well lit. After passing a KFC, Burger King and Dunkin Donuts, I headed towards the the men's room. I felt another person follow me into the men's room. As I unzipped to take a leak, the man stopped at the sink to wash his hands.

"It's bad out there," the man said. "Not a good day for travelin'."

"Yup," I answered.

I took a risk and asked the question we had agreed to. "Do these old toilets work?"

"Second to the last stall is the best," he replied.

He waited at the sink while I zipped up and headed to the second stall. The stall was clean as could be for a public toilet. Glancing to the right, I saw a piece of wood that was sitting on two nails not fastened to the wall of the stall. Taking a guess, I removed the wood, placing it on the floor beside me as I heard and felt someone enter the stall next to mine. Peeking through the hole that was now exposed to the next stall, I saw the denim covered legs of the man who was separated from me by just a few inches of metal.
"Glad you could make it," he said.

"John?" I asked.

"No names" was his quick reply as his hand snaked his hand through the hole. I noticed two things. First, John's hands were delicate, with manicured finger nails. Strange for a guy who was a trucker.

Second was what looked like a big birth mark on the ring finger of his hand. As John curled his hand as if it held a cock, I unzipped my pants and fished out my steel hard rod. Nervously, I placed it in his warm hand. John stroked my hard cock back and forth several times as I began to enjoy the fullness of his hand. Julie's hands were tiny in comparison. While the fact that her hand couldn't close around my girth was hot, the way John's hand surrounded my penis was even better.

John pulled my cock toward him until the tip disappeared through the hole, which was considerably wider than I was. His mouth must have been right on the other side of the wall because I felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue on my tip as soon as it cleared the edge of the hole.

I pushed forward, entering his mouth as if it was a warm pussy. Unlike any pussy I had been in, this time I felt a wide, wet tongue swirl around the tip of my cock as I pushed deeper into John's waiting oral pleasure. When I felt resistance, I pulled back to the point where only the tip of my cock was resting on his tongue. Removing his mouth, John said "fuck my mouth pussy, it's more talented and can take more than any pussy or mouth you've had before."

Not one to pass up an opportunity, I started fucking against the wall of the stall. The wall squeaked each time I hit bottom and I fucked John's mouth relentlessly. I wasn't rough, but I was persistent... and John responded by taking more and more of me into his throat until my body was pressed up against the stall, and I could hear his breath going in and out of his nose. I fucked like this for several minutes before backing off to calm the marching troops that were lining up in my balls. John's hand followed by cock back into my stall, his fingers wrapping themselves around the shaft. "It's ok. Fuck me and let me swallow your cum."
Not waiting for a second invitation, I pushed forward again until my cock hit bottom. I took each stroke that way... pulling all the way out before going back in to the hilt. I could feel the sweat building as I shrugged off my coat and continued my assault until I finally rested deep in John's throat and unloaded a huge helping of hot cum. John stayed there and swallowed. I could feel his throat muscles milking my shaft as he took all I had to offer.

I felt dizzy after this, and sat back on the toilet. "That was amazing, but I couldn't taste you." My softening cock was in no mood for a second round and I told him so. "Go have something to eat, Mike. I'll coax another load for dessert in about 20 minutes."

"I don't shoot twice like that," I offered.

"I've never had the chance to take a second load from you. I can do it," he said with confidence.

I agreed as I cleaned up and headed for the counter for a cup of coffee and two donuts.
I spent the next fifteen minutes watching the snow pile up outside while thinking of what just happened. It's not every day that you have sex with a stranger at a rest stop through a glory hole. And then I thought about John's manicured fingers with the birth mark. My mind wandered as I finished my donuts and tossed the last of my coffee before heading back into the bathroom, heading this time directly for the second stall.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned down to make sure John was there. "Welcome back, I am sure you ate something yummy and nutritious out there."

Laughing, I sat on the toilet with my pants on. "Ready," he asked.

Being as ready as ever, I pulled my pants down and stuck my cock in the hole. Again, I felt John's warm mouth take my soft cock. Pulling my foreskin back, he worked his tongue back and forth across where the tip met the shaft. Sure enough, my cock started to harden. Removing himself from my cock, he continued by stroking. He told me to stand still this time. "I want to make love to your penis with my mouth."

His offer seemed to make me stiffen even more and he worked back and forth, up and down, combining teasing with swipes of my tip, trying to coax another load. Moaning as my precum dripped out onto his tongue, he asked me to move closer as he reached for my swollen balls through the hole. He was "making love to my penis" as the I felt him jerking off on the other side of the wall. Moaning softly, I felt the urge to cum again and told him so. As I started to cum, I pulled back and rested my cockhead on his tongue as ropes of hot cum landed in his mouth. As he cleaned me up, he moaned softly and I could see and hear a sizable load land on the floor under the wall of the stall.

"Thank you, and nice to meet you" was all he said. I knew it was time to go.

John stayed in the stall as I left the building and headed out to my snow-covered Jeep. It was coming down hard, and the trip to Park City wouldn't be easy. As I pulled out of the lot thinking about what had just happened, I passed a Porsche SUV with Utah plates that read JOHNTT. It was then that the vision of John's manicured fingers and birth mark came back into my mind.

Maybe John's truck wasn't a Peterbilt or Mack after all.
 
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John and I left each other messages and chatted online after my first night of skiing. After the amazing two BJs that I got from John on the way to Park City, I decided to save the next load for him. It's amazing how much time you have when not surfing porn or trawling the bar for women.

Heading back to Salt Lake City, I pulled into the same rest stop. Sure enough, the Porsche SUV was there... hardly what I would call a truck. I guess that was John's sense of humor.

I could feel my fat semi as I headed for the back of the rest stop and entered the men's room. There was no sign of John, but the last stall was closed and I took my chance by entering the next stall before pulling down my pants. I was at full mast as I noticed the block of wood missing. This time there was no manicured, birthmarked fingers to welcoming me, so I bent down to see if he was there. All I could see was his salt and pepper beard as his head shook back and forth, indicating "no."

Standing up, I heard a knock on the stall. "Open the door, Sir," came the deep voice. "Utah State Police. I had done nothing wrong. Despite the fear, my cock remained hard as I stuffed my fat 8 1/2 inches into my jeans. I opened the stall to find a 6'4 wall of rock with a head attached to it. This guy was fit and made my 5'11 look small.

"Sir, he boomed, you are under arrest for attempted public lewdness and sodomy, please come with me," he demanded.

"But, I did nothing wrong. I came in here to use the bathroom," I replied as my pulse quickened.

"Go with him," I heard John say from the other side of the stall.

The officer pulled me out of the stall. "Up against the wall, are you carrying any weapons?" After answering that I didn't the cop frisked me. The first inclination of what was to follow came when he ran his legs up my legs, pausing to grasp my penis.

After cuffing me, the officer led me out of the men's room before unlocking a matching door across the hallway that led to the bathroom area. "In here, sir." Closing the door behind him, he uncuffed me.

"Take off your pants," he demanded.

"What," I asked as if I didn't hear.

"You heard me cocksucker. Take off your pants, it's time to play a game. The rules are simple. If your cock is bigger than mine, you get dressed and leave. If mine is bigger, you don't leave until I shoot my load, sound fair, fucker?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied as if I had a choice.

"Oh, there's a third choice. You can refuse to play and put the silver bracelets back on. Nobody will believe that the Sheriff swings both ways, especially in Utah. It's your word against mine at the station house. Then you have to call your girlfriend, or boyfriend to bail you out. That ain't gonna be pretty."

The fact that I went for my belt buckle took option three off the table. 8 1/2 inches is pretty big, hopefully I would be ok.

As if the cop read my mind, he said "I know John likes 'em big, and you might have a chance, but ask yourself... would I set these rules if I didn't win most of the time?"

He had a point.

I stoked my cock as soon as it hit the air. Several days without cumming would serve me well, and I could use every millimeter that could get.

The cop removed his gun belt, placing it far from me before taking off his boots and pants. I could see the bulge in his boxers. Walking towards me, I could see his semi hard cock swing with his body. I was getting nervous.

"I guess if you're gonna get me off, you should at least know my name. Just call me Holmes," he said with a laugh. I wondered how often he pulled this stunt.

Holmes pulled his boxers down from the bottom, revealing a thick thatch of pubic hair before exposing the thick root where it met his torso. This wasn't going well. He continued the slow tease as I continued to work my cock for maximum benefit.

As he reached mid-shaft, I could see the thick ropes of veins that encircled the impressive organ. I was hard as steel and he was still just semi hard. I admired his control as he revealed the wide flanged helmet, hidden by his uncut foreskin.

As Holmes sat back on a stack of boxes, he asked "how ya doin?"

"Ok I guess," I croaked due to a lack of saliva.

"I will be nice and not compare balls," he offered as he reached into his the boxers that remained against his legs and fished out a set of balls that seemed like they were the size of oranges. One of his balls was the size of two of mine.

"Some help here would be appreciated," he demanded as he put my hand on his cock. It was hot to the touch. I could feel it fill with blood as he boned up. Each pulse of his heart translated into his cock as it grew... and grew... and grew.

"I am sure that a guy like you with a nice sized unit, who likes to have his cock sucked by other men knows how big your cock is... so, how big are you."

Pushing the envelope a bit, I offered "just under 9."

"Better than most, I have to admit," he said, smiling for the first time. "I don't know the new math that kids are usin' today, or that commie metric system. But I do know that 11 1/2 beats nine. I've only lost this bet twice since I started. A guy last month had me beat by at least an inch. He stayed and got me off anyhow. His gaping ass swallowed me whole. First time I ever fucked an ass. Not many asses can take this monster, he said with pride. Tight as a vice, tighter than any pussy I've ever had."

Although I had never bottomed, by ass hurt thinking about it.
"Mmmmm," Holmes moaned as he reached full size. It was a truly amazing penis. Cock wasn't the word for something this size. Getting on my knees, I took him into my mouth. My only experience was back in college, and I had never had a cock this big, or an uncut cock before.

"What about the foreskin," I asked. "I've never had one like yours.

"Pull it back and lick right under the head," he said softly.

Following his directions, I caught the taste of a guy who needed to shower. Holmes pushed forward slowly as I took more and more of him into my mouth. He was too fat for deepthoating, so I did my best to move my mouth and tongue in order to please him. I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, feeling the amazing ridges, veins and texture of his impressive organ. This went on for several minutes until he pulled out and asked me to stand.

I was hard as a rock.

"You didn't scream or whimper, that's good," Holmes said. "I want to show you a way to get off with an uncut guy. Grasping my cock, he aligned the two organs... 20 full inches of blood engorged cock, and wrapped his long foreskin over my cock. I was amazing, as if I was fucking his cock as he fucked mine. He moved back and forth for a few minutes until he came... with cum filling the fuck pocket that our cock heads shared. The heat of his orgasm triggered mine as I exploded like I never had before.

Ten minutes later I was in my Jeep, headed for Salt Lake City. As I neared my exit, the lights of a patrol car appeared behind me. My speedometer read 62, below the 65MPH limit. My seatbelt was on, and I wasn't using my cell phone.

I pulled over, and was pulling my license out of my wallet when the officer approached my window. "Good afternoon, Sir" the cop said. "Do you know what you did wrong?"

"No I don't."

"Actually, nothing. Officer Holmes suggested that I should meet you."
 
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No real action here... just setting the stage:

We were the hosts of this year's annual meeting. While not as exciting as our New York office, or as fun as golfing while at our Phoenix office, people liked coming to Seattle.
About two weeks before the meeting, our Senior VP of Sales quit, and I was promoted to the position. At a meeting just 24 hours before the meeting was to begin, we were called into an executive meeting where the CEO announced that we were purchasing a company that made trailer hitches for 18-wheelers. I don't sell anything exotic like private jets or as important as medical supplies, ABC, or the American Brake Company sells brakes and brake parts to trucking companies across the US and Canada.

The CEO told us that we were establishing a one-stop shop for trucking companies, and we were poised to be a leader in the industry with the power of the two companies. He then played a video about the history of Berry Hitch, a company founded by a man named John Berry. John appeared on the screen talking about his company that was started when he patented a new Quick Hitch that was now licensed to the major truck builders around the world. The video showed a huge manufacturing facility that was located in Arizona.

When the video ended and lights came up, our CEO said "you're going to like John. He has been so involved in his company that his employees call him John the Trucker.

I looked around to see if anyone read the shock on my face. Could it be that the founder of this company, now MY company enjoyed glory holes on the Interstate?

"Where did you say the company headquarters is," I asked during the Q&A. Tucson Arizona was confirmed as the correct answer. Maybe I was wrong.
The leadership teams of both companies had a meet and greet breakfast where the top brass of both companies met for the first time. I was face-to-face with John Berry for the first time. I glanced down as we shook hands. Sure enough, I saw the same manicured finger nails and the same birthmark on his finger that I saw back in Utah.

If I knew nothing else about John Berry, I knew that he gave amazing head.
I made it through breakfast, and the meetings of the day. John excused himself at about 4:30, saying he needed to catch up on some paper work before going out that evening.
When I was done for the day, I called Julie. She asked about how things went in our first meeting. I answered correctly, but without telling the whole truth. Julie told me she had plans that evening with a friend and would catch up with me later. About 30 minutes later, I got a text from Julie.

"Plans with Chris are off, meet me @ the Alexis on 1st for drinks. Luv u!"

The Alexis is one of Seattle's finest hotels, and hosts an amazing wine tasting from 6-8 on Tuesday nights. Julie spotted me as I walked into the bar. She was wearing a simple sweater with a v neck that hinted at what was beneath, and a pair of tight black pants that showcased her amazing legs.

A man with long straight hair was seated at the bar with her, facing away from me. Julie stood, passing the man and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Hi sweets, how was your day," she asked.

"Long and tiring," I responded.

"I want you to meet someone." As the man turned around she continued "this is John..., I am sorry."

"No worries, John Berry," he said as he pivoted in his bar stool.

Reaching out to shake his birthmarked, manicured fingers, I replied "I believe we have met before."

to be continued...
 
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The three of us sat down together, as I explained how I knew John. For his part, he didn't remember me in the blur of people he had met on that first day in our newly formed partnership. The talk between us was easy, as we discussed trailer hitches and truck brakes. Julie looked thrilled.

About 20 minutes into our conversation, I got a text that I had to return to the office settle an issue with our presentation scheduled for the next morning. Julie gave me a light kiss on the cheek as John shook my hand... that damn birthmark.

Julie was in the kitchen putting away two wine glasses when I finally got back to our condo at about 9:00. "Sorry I had to run off like that," I started. She said it was no problem, adding that she ended up having dinner with John. Thoughts of the rest stop raced though my head.

Ignoring the wine glasses, I took Julie into my arms and kissed her deeply. Running my hand up her back, I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Although Julie had firm b-cups, she usually wore a bra. So, ignoring the wine glasses and lack of bra, I carried on. As I pulled her shirt over her head, she reached to me and unbuttoned my shirt ever so slowly as she kissed her way down my chest as more and more of my chest was exposed.

Before long, I was standing naked in the living room as Julie teased the tip of my hard cock with her tongue. She lightly wrapped her hand around my shaft, moving up and down until a dollop of precum emerged. "Yummmm," she said as she licked the ooze from my cock. Coating my penis with the flow that followed, she had my slick, hard and wired with the need to explode.

Taking most of my shaft into her mouth, Julie wiggled her butt as she removed her shorts. She then pushed me onto the couch and turned around and sat down. With my cock firmly between her tight ass cheeks, my exquisite girlfriend moved back and forth, giving me an unbelievable lap dance. She moaned deeply as she took my hands placing them on her tits. Knowing what she liked, I teased her, pulling on her hard nipples. Leaning down, she touched her toes as her pussy slid into position, taking my head inside.

My ultimate tease left me with just an inch inside her as she began to use her pussy muscles to massage my cock. The feeling was incredible as she milked for all I was worth.

"I can't take it anymore," she said as she dismounted, turned around and sat down facing me, welcoming my fat hard cock deep within her. Instead of fucking, she just ground her pelvis into mine, bringing her clit in line with the bottom of my shaft. "Suck them," she demanded as she offered her tits to my mouth. I eagerly took her left nipple into my mouth... biting and chewing lightly as Julie's orgasm overtook her body. She then started to move up and down, fucking my cock over and over until I exploded deep within her.

As we cooled off, I kissed her breasts... licking and sucking as my tongue explored her tits and cleavage. In my excitement, I tasted a sweet and salty mixture between her tits as I licked her neck and throat.

Indeed, John the Trucker had been there.

 
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As soon as I got to the office, I heard the rumors that were starting to fly. The purchase of Berry Hitch was the last achievement in the long career of our current owner. He was going to retire in three months, retain control of the company, and put John "the trucker" Berry at the helm. Those who had met John were excited about the change in the company, and so was I... for a different reason.

Not more than five minutes after sitting down at my desk, the official video announcement of the retirement arrived as an email. The email that followed came to me from John Berry, who asked me to meet with him at 10:00. "Since they're setting up my office now, I hope you don't mind if I stop in to see you."

John arrived just in time. Closing the door behind him, he started talking about sales goals, asking for my input... blah, blah, blah. It was the typical meeting of a new boss trying to get the background that he needed. When the meeting was over, I invited him to dinner at my house. "I am sure Julie will be glad to see you again." He turned a bit pale, but kept his cool.

Of course, Julie had no problem having John to dinner. I came home early to help prep and were ready when he arrived. After an amazing dinner, I grabbed the third bottle of wine for the evening and invited John to join me in the living room. "I will be there in a few minutes," offered Julie as she finished the dishes.

Julie joined us a few minutes later as the conversation was flowed loosely. After refilling our glasses, she took more for herself and stumbled back, spilling the red liquid on her shirt.

"Shit!" she said before apologizing and excusing herself.
She came back a few minutes later wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I could tell from the outline of her nipples pressed against her shirt that she was braless.

"I just washed this after working out yesterday," It was the easiest thing to grab.
I glared at Julie as she smiled at John. Not liking my glare, she sat on the other side of the couch, closer to the chair where John was sitting. We continued talking about our work, Julie's work and some other small talk for a while, until Julie went to refill the wine glasses. As she leaned over the coffee table, the front of her shirt dropped away from her body, giving both of us a clear view of her great tits before sitting up again.

When the third bottle was empty, I headed to the kitchen to get more. I returned to find that John had moved to the couch next to Julie. She was in full flirt-mode as she laughed at one of his jokes, putting her arm around his shoulder, pressing the side of her boob against his body.

"Mike, remember what we talked about last month," she started. "I think this is the right time." In my wine-infused fog, I gave a nod and a smile, as she turned to John to explain.
"John, Mike has this fantasy," she started. "He wants to watch another man fuck me. He wants to watch me suck his cock and wants to me to make him cum again and again." Suddenly realizing that she may have just gotten me fired, she backed off. "Oh shit, oh my God. Forget it. I am so sorry."

"No need to apologize, Julie," replied John as he turned to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. The small peck was returned with a full assault from Julie as the couple made out like teenagers in the back of a car.

John moved his hands down and slowly pulled Julie's shirt off, revealing her firm tits. He then kissed his way down her neck and chest before stopping to suck on her nipples. Julie has an amazing body, with thumb-thick nipples and wide areola that are truly outstanding. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was busy unbuttoning John's shirt.

Julie not only has an great tits, but also has one of the best asses I have ever seen. John stood, bringing Julie with him. Cupping her ass, he lifted her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He then carried her down the hall and into our bedroom while she kissed and nibbled on her neck.

I followed them into the room, taking my clothes off as I joined them on the bed. Julie turned to me, and told me how much she loved me before kissing me deeply. I felt her reach back and start to tug on John's belt and zipper. Julie and I were completely naked, and John was about to join us. It was then that it first occurred to me that I hadn't seen John's cock yet.

Julie turned her full attention to John, as she helped him remove his pants. Laying back on the bed, I saw it for the first time. His 7 inch cock wasn't as big as mine, but he had enormous balls that looked filled with a month's worth of cum... something I knew was not the case.

I watched as they settled into a hot 69, with John showing that his oral expertise was not limited to men. Julie rode his face and tongue, leaving his goatee dripping with her juices. "I want you to lose count tonight," he purred as he moved up to kiss her, exchanging her pussy juices with her in the process.

John pulled her legs up and buried himself within her in one bold stroke. Julie's eye's rolled back as she whispered "fuuuuuuck" ever so quietly that it was amazingly sexy. Meanwhile, I moved up to where Julie was lying and kissed her before positioning my cock so she could suck me while getting fucked. The scene was hotter than any other we had been involved in before and she knew it. I watched as John lifted her legs and fucked her deeply.

This was all too much for me, as I pulled out of my girlfriend's mouth and landed my first shot on Julie's tits before leaning back to aim the rest at where John's cock entered my girlfriend's open pussy. John didn't lose a beat as he continued his deep thrusts, before pulling out and shooting where I had just left my load.

As we calmed down, I went for it. "John, please clean up the mess."
John leaned down and lapped at our combined load like a puppy drinking water on a hot day.

"Fuck that's hot," moaned Julie, as she held his head in his hands as he cleaned off her belly and tits.

That's just the start, I thought, as I watched the scene....
 
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