The Girl With no Gag Reflex | 2016

This is part of my ongoing series of posts outlining a brief history of nearly all my sexual conquests.

Bree was amazing, a truly worldy kind of person who enjoyed painting, music and LSD. Having met her online we went out for an informal drink and both promptly wrote ourselves off. Having clicked so well the first time around we agreed to meet again, for another round of drinks. This time I arranged to meet at a bar a bit closer to my house, in case things progressed at a fairly fast rate. To my delight they did and only an hour later we returned to my vacant apartment.

Bree is tall and slender, with long brown hair and white skin that has just the faintest hint of colour about it. As we began to make out on the couch I reached under her shirt, searching for a breast. She responded by removing her shirt and then her bra, revealing her B-cup breasts and embracing her free spirit life style. Her small pink nipples were pierced, each having a small vertical bar through them. Bree noticed me looking at her piercings and giggled. “They make my nipples reeeealy sensitive” she said with a sultry tone as she dragged out the ‘really’ for extra emphasis. Taking her statement as a guide I began to suckle on a nipple while I caressed the other, twirling it between my thumb and forefinger. She responded by letting out a soft moan and manoeuvring herself to a point where she was sitting on top of me in a cowgirl position.

Leaning forward she moved to ensure I could better access her boobs and I buried my face in them and began to kiss her chest while she pushed them together. Laughing at my enthusiasm for her boobs Bree turned her attention to the bulge she had been straddling for the last few minutes. As she undid the front of my jeans she pulled my underwear down a little, just enough to see the tip of my penis poking out. Delicately she began to swirl her tongue on my tip, tasting the pre-cum that had no doubt stained the inside of my boxer briefs.

Impatient with her teasing I began to try and wiggle myself out of my jeans, however Bree stopped me with a laugh. “You know you can keep them on, here come with me” she said as she stood up and put her bra back on. Confused I followed her and she took my hand and led me onto the balcony. “You can’t be completely naked out here, it’s too cold” she said as she dropped to her knees and began to pull my pants and underwear down around my ass.

Somewhat surprised by her desire to blow me on a balcony overlooking a major freeway I hesitated for a second and began to pull my pants up. Sensing this Bree looked up at me and completely changed my perspective on public blowjobs with just one simple sentence. “I have no gag reflex you know.” Well, deary me. Suddenly the dozens of onlookers passing by in their cars didn’t matter anymore and instead my hands clasped around her head as I guided her mouth onto my cock and with no effort what so ever she swallowed the entire sword right to the hilt. Her hands wrapped around my ankles as I began to find a rhythm working her bobbing head up and down on my cock.

Bree had clearly sucked cock before as she squeezed my ankle when she wanted to come up for air and as I released her head she began taking deep breaths while staring into my eyes. Like a well trained cocksucker she went back down and this time I really put her through her paces, thrusting my cock into the back of her throat while she continued to suck like her life depended on it. The combination of a very public setting, a surprise blowjob and a girl with no gag reflex meant a finish was not far off and sure enough, after just a couple of minutes of throat fucking I felt my warm seed shoot into the back of Bree’s mouth. As she swallowed my load she looked up at me, with those sexy brown eyes that hinted at innocence that no longer existed.

Unfortunately we only saw each other once after that and never ended up sleeping together as she moved back to her home town shortly after.

That was Bree.