When I was 21 my girlfriend at the time worked as a live-in maid for a couple in their 40s at their mansion outside of NYC. They never cared if I stayed over and really never paid attention to me. The house was so big I never really saw them anyway. One day my girlfriend had to go with the woman of the house to the city to pick something up and I decided I should probably head home since I always felt odd staying there by myself.
On my way out, the man of the house called to me as I was getting to my car and I didn't want my girlfriend to get in trouble, so I walked a short distance to see what he wanted. He introduced himself to me, he was white, 47 years old, combed back salt and pepper hair, and was dressed in gray slacks and a light blue polo. He asked if I could help him real quick inside the house moving something. I obliged and followed him in. I helped him move a couple large pieces of furniture in what appeared to be an entertaining area. After it was done I excused myself and headed towards the car. He stopped me by offering me a drink for helping him. I once again didn't want my girlfriend to get in trouble, so I accepted a drink.
We sat down on opposite ends of the couch in the room we had just moved things in after he had grabbed us some beers. We made small talk and he complimented my taste in women and said I did well with my girlfriend and then slyly mentioned she did well with me too. After another drink he questioned my sexual experience and asked me how many girls I'd been with and after I answered that, he asked how many men I'd been with. I laughed and said none. That it wasn't my thing. He moved on and then got us another round of beers.
He sat next to me this time when he came back and after some small talk, he asked if I was really sure about men not being my thing as he ran his hand up my thigh before grabbing my crotch with his hand. He rubbed my hardening cock through my pants and before I could protest he gave me a deep sloppy French kiss. He undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock , giving it a couple strokes before pushing me back and taking it down his throat. He let up momentarily to tell me that he doubts my girlfriend sucks dick this good before going back down on me. I was unable to argue that point as he gave me an aggressive blow job that had me feeling amazing. As I felt myself ready to explode he pulled off, sat up, grabbed the back of my head, and pushed my face down towards his crotch to his already hard cock that he had already pulled out of his pants.
He quickly pushed my head down until I was gagging on his cock, holding me there for a few seconds before releasing slightly and started thrusting. He told me to suck him like a good slut and found myself listening as I sucked his cock the way I like mine sucked. He complemented my skills and soon he was holding my head in place again as he orgasmed and forced me to swallow his load. He pulled me up again to kiss me deeply so he could taste himself on my lips.
He asked me again if I was sure I wasn't into men as he stroked my cock until I exploded shooting my load all over myself. He said I guess I was wrong about that and after putting himself back together he joked that he'll have to send the girls on another errand again soon. After one more deep French kiss, I left the house stained with my own cum and the taste of his cock still on my lips. I got in my car and left, thinking about how hot that experience had just been.
