I didn't think I would try again from Mason, the Billie Jean Moffitt King of smut, nor his manager Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, so it was an flash bolt of hope when I received an email a hebdomad after our first and only group meeting. He said that Mason liked me and was thinking he might desire to see me again and was I interested ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two months and one C of 60 minutes watching Mason's twenty year old video recording and dreaming and fantasizing, not so much about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's next email, he said,"Well, your exuberance and passion -- -those were the things he liked. No promises but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this time. I know you're shy so I wouldn't mind asking him if he would let you maybe suck. No hope but it do n't hurt to ask."

It was more than I could have ever hoped and I jumped at the prospect although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very footling experience in sucking and Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more babes on camera than host of men fuck in a lifespan. And, he had been with infinite cocksuckers so he knew a good cocksucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert had said that some cocksuckers have great experience and large technique but they lack passion and the passion I had shown Mason 's pecker was what interested him. I had kissed and kissed and kissed his member, like a schoolgirl with a boyfriend, and I suppose for a man who had once experienced the pinnacle of fan adulation, having his dick adored like that might feel like a return to those days of glory.

Prince Albert sent me tickets for the six time of day bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to come to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to A. E. W. Mason to live up to him sexually. I was n't soundly enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote chance that I might be capable to suck on it. Even if I only got to nurse for one endorsement, I would come up away with a lifetime memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most far-famed cock in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the aphrodisiacal porn star I had ever seen.

I didn't like having to allow to such selfishness, but it was dead on target. I was going to meet him again because of my own selfish lust.

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus storage and drove to his tranquilize neighborhood and, just as before, stonemason was waiting and greeted me with a smiling that was one-half friendly grandpa and the early one-half licentious hedonist. And also like before, my knee joint were weak because I was actually in his presence.

He and Albert led a conversation that was populated mostly by their words and very few from me because I was naturally shy and at that bit, very nervous.

"I didn't promise him anything, Mason."Albert said."I only told him he would be able to gather you again. But I been thinking that since you like him, maybe you would ... you know ... let him do what he did shoemaker's last week."

A. E. W. Mason had been staring at me. His point was slightly tilted and that grin -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, aphrodisiacal grin -- -was melting me inside. He didn't speak for quite a few second base. It was as if he was studying me.

Then, he finally said,"Would you like that, Brynn ?"

My head yanked into a nod so fast that I felt a pop in my cervix. I could barely get my vocal chords to work but I somehow breathed,"Yesssss ”.

"opinion so,"he chuckled."But, not exactly like before. I don't wana take all that time. So, I'll tell you what. Why don't you pick one thing you did hold out time that you liked the most."

Well, there was absolutely no question about what I liked most and I heard myself stutter,"K ... Kiss. Kiss it."

The two of them laughed, just as they had the week before. But why ? Did saying those countersign make me seem ridiculously gay or something ?

"Heh-heh. So odd."Mason chided."But, I like it. Sorta hot actually."

He stood and motioned me off of the death chair and down to the flooring. He came to me one wearisome stair at a clip while his rectify handwriting was lightly brushing an ostensibly tough dick that pushed against his cotton wool pants.

Gawwwwd ! He had a bungle because of me ? I nearly gasped with just that thought.

After what seemed wish hours, he finally popped out a full erection right in front of my face.

He chuckled,"OK boy, love yourself. You got ten minutes."

And just like the week before, I planted my to the full brim to the tip of the honest-to-god man's penis and I closed my eyes to cherish what I was doing and I held my adoring lips to it for a long, foresightful prison term before finally finishing that first kiss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the sides and underneath and over the top and around the head and back down and back up and to the tip. Yes, it was very much like the week before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and nighttime for hebdomad ! I would still want more.

I felt like I was making out with it. Yes, that was it -- -making out. I was making out with the erecting of the King of Porn.

I wanted his cock to bed that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in lovemaking with it the week before while kissing it. I was afraid to make it known to the men because I was afraid it would seem too gay and they might turn upset with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in love life with A. E. W. Mason's cock.

With metre running out, he told me to give it one, last, long smooch on the selfsame end, which I did for one upstanding minute.

Mason went back to the sofa where Prince Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his cock kissed seemed a bit aberrant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 class old man. Despite their laughing, Mason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was gonzo and a bit twisted and that is was adulation from an adoring fan.

They talked for a few minute of arc more before mason leaned forward and said,"You know Brynn, there's a reason I didn't want to do everything we did last week. Know why ? Because I wanted to hold open prison term in case I decided to turn over you something very special."

Then, he just looked at me. Wasn't he going to tell me what it was ? He grinned but still didn't speak. He seemed to have it away the teasing and torture of that dilated silence.

Then, he blurted,"How would you like to breastfeed on my hawkshaw ?"

Can you imagine how those words would involve any whoreson not to mention one who had a come crush on a man's stopcock ? My heartbeat felt a one C metre greater than normal.

I don't remember how I was able to say"yes"but I heard the words emanate from my lips.

"Damn, Mason,"Albert said,"face like he's got it tangible bad, heh-heh."

Mason approached me slowly once again. He stood above me and asked,"This what you've been dreaming of, Brynn ?"He lightly shook his erection at my face somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six hours ? Because you want to absorb my shaft ?"

His grimace grew even more lurid and he added,"No promises how long I'll let you do it, but go ahead. Give it a try, Brynn. suction my cock !"

Those were the most beautiful words I had ever heard and even today, it's backbreaking to reject sucking any man who says them.

It was phantasmagoric. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to encounter ? Was I actually going to try out the very dick that I had licked a hundred times in powder magazine layouts ?

I began to bring my sassing to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how much I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in love life with it, but those words might not sit well with Mason or Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heat. This man's aphrodisiacal erection was radiating oestrus to my backtalk. I could sense its scent of sex and my back talk opened and I moved to it and I slipped my lips onto that thoroughgoing cockhead and crawled forward until that full head was in my mouth. Not the dick. Just the head.

I let my eyes impulsion closed and felt my sassing beginning to affect, like in a gentle roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very soft and slow mouth movement on the head of his hardened sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every rooftree, every taste, and that rattling rigor. I was actually sucking on the most famous penis in the history of the entire world, the very cock that had fucked so many girls and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only dick of the King of smut -- -and I was on my knee joint and sucking on it !

It was impossible for me to breathe with consistency because I was so filled with passion.

His shaft twitched and so did my entire being. It was all consuming as my mouth snugged to that beautiful cockhead and I softly sucked and savored it with idolatry. It was better than I ever dreamed it would be and beyond anything I had ever known.

Eventually, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's bridge player touched the back of my head as if to signal me to slide my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so rapt with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to move my point. Slowly forward, like a crawling cat. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full seconds for my sass to strive the tip. Slowly forward, my clapper dancing against his manly shaft, and then back again slowly. Then, forward, even slower than before and back just the same.

He let me suck up on his erection for well over ten arcminute before his script nudged my drumhead back and his cock slipped from my lips. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

"tinker's dam Brynn,"he said,"maybe you haven't sucked much but that is one helluva easy mouth."

"He a good cocksucker, boss ?"Albert asked.

"inferno, he doesn't have to be a skilful dickhead when he fawns over it like he does. Like he's making lovemaking to my cock. Go ahead boy. Gim me some more. Show me again how much you love sucking on my dick."

I was instant to the task and my insides were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such Nice approving. To hear such an experienced man of the humanity who had been sucked one C of times say those things to me just warmed me so a great deal and made me want to suck on his dick forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slew my sassing just as slowly and I just have no quarrel to describe how having his rooster in my mouth and sucking on that man's lance catapulted me to a sexual enlightenment I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my oral sex back again and, just as before, I figured my time was up. I was disappointed but also gleeful because it was more give suck than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signed poster that said I had actually sucked on the cock of the King of Porn.

"You know, Brynn,"he started,"You suck skillful but probably won't get me off. But, maybe we should do affair a slight bit different."

Different ? What was he talking about ?

He looked down at me and said,"How about I fuck you in the mouth ?"

Those words,"fuck you in the mouth"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me crazy even today, to the point that I would probably do that with any man who said those language to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to cargo area still and let him do the fucking ; to institutionalize that if he wanted to blurt out, he could do it fully in my rima oris ; and, if he got his ballock off, I would swallow all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would have said anything to get that man to cum in my lip and I would throw promised I would swallow it all in one draft even if I knew I couldn't if that's what it took to get that man to fill my bore mouth with his sperm cell ! I know, that was dishonest, but I had already admitted that I was selfish.

He knew I hadn't deep-throated but he assured me that he had fucked enough asshole to roll in the hay how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would interrupt his mouthfucking pleasure.

"okey queen boy. This is your lucky day. spread up. unfold your mouth !"

His former hand braced my head and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my mouth. My brim meshed to his dick and he began to slowly fuck me while my insides began to literally vibrate with lust.

His dick jerked and so did I and I whimpered in surrender. He moved it forward and I watched as his abdomen approached and I could feel his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old former pornography star burying his bone in the mouth of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He could have any cocksucker he wanted yet he had chosen me for that day. Me ! I was the one who was going to get fucked in the mouth by the stud that every motherfucker in the globe must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my mouth and I would go happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in ultra slow motion. He let out a soft groan as he continued.

Never hurried. Always pushing in with tenacious, firm, slow apoplexy and pulling back smoothly before repeating.

He fucked in that decelerate and rhythmic pace for many minutes. He didn't talk. He just fucked my eager and bequeath back talk in that very slow and methodic manner.

I was in promised land ! On my knees before that sexy, sexy man with his pecker sliding slowly in my sassing and that hard shaft driving my fairy head crazy.

He paused for a moment and just held my promontory in place with his cock wedged between my eager lips.

"Whatya think, Albert,"he asked."Think I should move over him a consignment ?"

I couldn't see Prince Albert but I heard him say that I had been a honorable boy and I had obeyed George Mason's bidding and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the privilege of Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's orgasm.

"You want it boy ? You want me to cum in your mouth ?"

I was looking up at him but his dick deprived me of a vocal reply so I nodded with middle full of desire.

"If I do it, are you gon na swallow my jizz ?"

I nodded again.

"All of it ?"

Again I nodded. Of trend I would try. But, I still didn't know if I could do it because those television proved he had vast loads. Despite being sometime, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might ingest caused him to change his mind and I was just too selfish and too eager for him to cum in my sassing to let that happen.

Mason continued,"wellspring boy, then I'm just gon na jizz right in your favorable sassing !"

His manus gripped my head tighter and his hips began to make a motion and this prison term, he was going at a lead pace. In time, he went a trivial faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my face and I felt his puffy tool hammering my willing and eager back talk. His hands became more firm and he went faster and with more chroma and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to lick my faucial tonsil and give me the wages that he only gave to cocksuckers he liked.

"You want it boy ?"he huffed as he continued to piston between my lips.

Before I could respond, I felt it !

With his ivory buried nearly to my throat, his prick jerked and then I felt the heat of his huge attack of warm jism. It hit hard against my tonsils and was followed by another and then another and then another. He grunted like an a****l and his hips jerked continuously as he shot respective Thomas More icky heaps of his warm, thick jizz into my wanton mouth. My sassing sealed tight to enamor it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure promised land ! The Billie Jean Moffitt King of smut was ejaculating in my oral fissure ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so a great deal ... he was ejaculating in my mouth ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still able to suck up every exclusive sensation of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to grab him and draw him to me and keep him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't latch onto him because he had told me to stay still and he was the man ... the man in electric charge. My place was under him with his spewing erection in my mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would please him. And pleasing him was the most important thing on earth to me.

When he finished, his hands relaxed but his cock didn't, not at first. It twitched a fourth dimension or two and also jerked. His fingers ran through my longish Brown hair and he told me I was a undecomposed cocksucker. I loved hearing those words just as I love-love hearing them today.

It was more than five second before he pulled his half-hard dick from my lips and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker in the mouth which, of course, is what he had done.

"Now swallow queer boy. You wanted my jizz and you got it. So now, swallow it !"

I never knew a man could ejaculate so much. I began the outgrowth of trying to bury and make love it would withdraw several smaller swallows to get it all down. I swallowed a little, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the quarter prison term -- -I swallowed all of his ejaculate that remained.

At his command, I opened my mouth to evidence to him that I had done it and I felt so proud.

Albert brought a posting and a bluff, black marker from one of his back way. He handed them to stonemason and the King of pornography scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice oral fissure Brynn. You're a unspoilt fuck and a good boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six hour bus drive home. My head danced with retention of what had happened and the entire inside of my sass was still flavored with the sense of taste of his cum and his cock. I lavished in the words he wrote on that post-horse and how he thought of me as a unspoilt boy and that I had a nice mouth.

I was in paradise like I had been after the low time.

even so, there was one question that I couldn't resolution but one I really needed to know :

Would heaven ever number again ?