Doorstep Devotion: My First Raw Rimjob Surrender
I’d passed that massage parlor every damn day. Heart pounding, palms sweaty. Twenty-seven, single, horny as hell. Friend out of town—perfect excuse. Pushed the door open. Bells jingled. There she was. Clara. Stunning. Curves that screamed sin. ‘Sir?’ Her voice like velvet. ‘Massage with happy ending?’ I nodded, clueless. No massage happened.
She locked eyes. Knew it was me. Led me to an empty room. Door shut. Heat in her gaze. ‘Not big at my place… no drink.’ Fatigue excuse. She bolted early. I waited an hour, dick twitching. Doorbell. Heart slammed. Opened. Same white tee, black pants. That killer smile. Door wide open. No words. She dropped to knees.
The Approach
Nervous? Fuck yeah. Neighbors could peek. But no turning back. Desire burned. Legs shook. This was it—the plunge.
Her hands flew. Zipper down. Pants pooled at ankles. Anthracite boxers. She yanked ’em. Cock half-hard, sprang free. No sniff. She devoured. Mouth hot, wet. Sucked hard. Rage in her throat. Good girl gone feral. I grabbed her head. Forced deeper. Grew rock-hard. Nose in my pubes. Choked her on it. Gland hit tonsils. She gagged, eyes watering. Loved it.
Pushed off for air. Gazed up. ‘Turn around.’ Smirked. Obeyed. Pants tangled. Held doorframe. Ass out. Tongue hit. No tease. Buried face in my crack. Ate my ass like starving. Spicy, musky scent. She inhaled deep. Licked rim. Probed hole. Firm cheeks kneaded. Poil y everywhere. Obscene. Pure love.
The Instant
First time like this? Not really. But her—different. Raw devotion. Memories flashed. Camille, 52, tongue in my rosebud every fuck. Vanessa, face-planted mid-pound. Isabelle, 38, worshipped ‘divine cheeks’ for 15 minutes. Elise, 20s student I taught—now begs. Leila, my age, ‘salope mouth’ as toilet.
But Clara? In love. True slut. Licked faster. Bit cheeks. Sniffed farts. Dilated my pucker. Worshipped muscle. I stroked slow. Buddies’ tales echoed. Ludo: ‘Only in 69, punish her after.’ Thierry: ‘Fair’s fair—eat hers, she eats mine. Face in ass post-orgasm.’ She loved it.
Tension built. Balls tight. Thought hit: She fucking loves this. Exploded. Ropes on doorstep. Thrust back. She tumbled. Stars in eyes. Fixed pants. Smiled. Hand out. Pulled her up. Kicked door shut.
Afterglow hit hard. Innocence cracked. Macho stirred. Her—mine. Stumbled to bedroom. First night tangled. Heart raced still. No regrets. Horizons blown wide. Adulthood’s edge—raw, real. Everything perfect.
