Confessions: Sucking Off A Soccer Dad
Sometimes what you really need is a mouthful of meat.
I never planned to be the single soccer mom, but sometimes life throws you a curve ball, and you’ve just got to roll with it.
I’d married a player with the sex drive of a wild bull. The only problem was one day his libido took him right out of my life. I never realized just how cock hungry being with him had made me.
I was a strong independent woman before we’d met. Now I found myself craving my next fix with no idea where it would come from. It’s almost like the other moms could smell my slut sense tingling because they guarded their men jealously.
What I needed was a fix, a big one. Something to tide me over until I found someone to fill the void my ex had left. That’s when I found Marc.
He was pacing at the edge of the soccer pitch, glancing down at his phone, the frustration all to evident on his face.
I made my way over to him. “Everything alright, Marc?”
He shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” I replied as I slid a little closer. Marc was handsome, no dad bod. Cut with a five o’clock shadow that I’d have ridden in a heartbeat.
“Just Sharon busting my balls, again,” he replied.
“They do say not to ignore the balls,” I laughed, trying to get a smile out of him.
“If only,” he laughed. “That hasn’t been on the agenda for weeks.”
I swear his cock twitched. Poor guy. Just the thought of a blowjob was enough to evoke a reaction.
“You poor thing,” I whispered spying the bulge in his shorts. Without trying we’d put a fair bit of distance between us and the other parents, and I could smell an opportunity a mile away.
Taking him by the hand I dragged him behind an oak tree on the edge of the pitch.
“Wait where are we going?” Marc asked.
“You’ll see.” Confident we were out of view, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“Wait, what,” he stammered.
Before he could protest I grabbed the thick trunk through his shorts and licked his head. “I never forget the balls, Marc.”
His resistance melted as I sucked him through his shorts.
“Oh shit,” he whispered.
I yanked down his pants and his hardening cock nearly smacked me right in the cheek. I grabbed him and put it in my mouth where he belonged.
Mmm, it felt good to have my mouth full again.
Marc leaned back against the tree as I pulled my shirt down to give him a view of my tits. No bra, geez I was such a slut. He groaned as I worked him with my hands and mouth. One hand teasing his full balls just like I promised.
“That’s it Marc, use my mouth,” I groaned pulling off him only long enough to talk dirty to him before taking him back down my mouth.
The poor deprived soccer dad didn’t stand a chance.
I felt him throb as he emptied his blue balls right into my eager mouth. When it was full I stroked the rest of him onto my bare tits. There was so much of him, I could barely believe it. The poor guy mustn’t have come for weeks.
I stayed on my knees, milking him onto my chest as I looked up at him, my mouth open and full of his seed.
His eyes met mine and I swallowed the lot. Rising to my feet, I pulled my shirt up over the mess Marc had made of my tits. Hopefully anyone who saw it would just think I’d spilled my waterbottle.
I patted his hard chest. “See, feels good to have that pressure relieved.”
He was too stunned to even speak, so I just flashed him a grin.
“Be sure you’re here next week, I can think of so many other places we could put that weapon,” I called over my shoulder as I headed for the pickup.
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