BJ Bliss Ch. 04 Hard to Swallow

"I never thought I could go crazy over tofu," Katrin confessed, "but this is one of the best things I've ever had." Peter was relieved to hear that she was impressed.

"So what were you saying about evolution?" he asked.

"Well, over millions of years, via natural selection, your male ancestors evolved over-sized cocks that are capable of shooting large volumes of semen. The bigger cocks and bigger loads were more likely to impregnate the females in their group, so those traits were passed on. Here we sit in the 21st century with overpopulation and you're still slinging around these bazookas between your legs and armed with the urge to fire it off multiple times a day. Biologically speaking, it is total overkill. Also, it's very messy." Shut up, Katrin. You're talking too much and giving him the upper hand, she cringed to herself.

"That's very fascinating," Peter replied as he pondered the loaded explanation.

"Well, this is the reality that girls face, if they want to be with men," Katrin summarized. "At some point you've got to come to terms with that ridiculous organ, in one way or another. As you already know, I'm keen on one particular solution."

"And what's that?"

"Duh, to suck it. And to teach others how to suck it."

"I see," Peter chuckled. "So, how are the workshops going?"

"Ah, good," Katrin replied with a telling crack in her voice as she envisioned Claudia's haunting green eyes drilling into her from miles away. "It's been an adventure." She quickly looked around the restaurant in sudden irrational fit of paranoia.

"I can only imagine," Peter remarked.

Katrin was relieved to see the waitress approach with more plates of food and hoped that the conversation could be over. She was not at all ready to discuss her previous night's experience at Claudia's mansion with Peter. She focused instead on a pile of tea-smoked duck breast, stuffing it into delicate steamed buns before stuffing it into her face. She savored several bites and then turned the spotlight on Peter.

"So how is it that a handsome, professional man, with a panty-soaking car is single?"

"That is a fair question, Katrin," Peter responded dryly, causing her to let out a laugh. "The truth is, I've only been single for a few months. I recently moved out into my own place."

"I'm sorry, that must have been difficult. Breaking up and moving out is a hard thing to go through."

"Yes it is," he confirmed as he finished the last sip of his drink. "The upside is that my business picked up and I closed on a condo of my own."

"I'm very interested in this condo of yours, is it in the loop?"

"West of the loop, not very many blocks from here actually."

"Well, how convenient," Katrin replied with a smirk, "we just happen to be eating here and you just happen to live close by. Well played."

"My neighborhood just happens to have the best restaurants," Peter defended. "I would never impose. But now that you mentioned it, if you're interested in breathtaking views of the city skyline on a private deck, it can be arranged."

"Oh can it?" Katrin toyed, hoping to make him squirm. "Why don't you get that sexy waitress's attention and order me another drink. Then we'll see."

"Sexy?"

"Don't play coy with me," Katrin laughed.

"Katrin, I have to confess, I am really picky."

"Oh are you?"

"Yes. I prefer skinny, athletic, beautiful blondes. I'm very close-minded."

"Interesting," Katrin blushed. "And if one of those blondes just so happened to be the foremost blowjob expert in the city?"

"That couldn't hurt."

"No, it couldn't. Quite the opposite," Katrin remarked suggestively as she looked into his hazel eyes. He reached across the table and took her hands into his. They shared a brief quiet moment before the next course approached the table.

Peter and Katrin walked out of his building elevator into a spacious hallway. A couple of young modelesque women, who were dressed scantily for the club, claimed the empty elevator and smiled at Peter as the doors shut.

"Nice neighbors," Katrin said with a hint of jealousy. "Do they ever come over to borrow a cup of sugar?"

"No, I've never seen them before."

"Sure, you haven't," Katrin joked.

Peter unlocked his door to reveal a breathtaking loft with exposed brick walls and views of the city skyline through his living room windows. His kitchen glimmered with stainless steel counters and cabinets. The entire place was spotless.

"This is nice," Katrin said with her best poker face. "I like the brick. The view is just okay. I'll bet you don't get free radiator heat like I do."

"Thanks, Katrin. And no, I don't get free radiator heat," he confirmed. He pulled off his jacket and hung it carefully on a kitchen chair.

"Sucker," Katrin remarked. She walked through his living room and immediately gravitated towards the bookshelf.

"Are you snooping at my books? You might be disappointed. There are a lot of legal and accounting texts in there."

Katrin's eyes lit up and she pulled a choice selection from the shelf with a devious smile. "Peter, I never would have guessed," she said as she flipped the cover towards him to reveal a copy of the bestselling young adult novel Twilight.

"Wait a minute," he defended, stepping up behind her. "I can explain. Someone bought that for me and I never even read—"

"Oh no you don't!" she teased. "Lies. All lies. Just admit that you are a teenage girl at heart and I'll promise to keep your dirty little secret."

"Okay, whatever you say," he said as he attempted to grab the book from Katrin's hand. "I'm a teenage girl at heart." Katrin held on tightly and tested his strength. He moved in closer and looked deeply into her eyes. His chest pressed against hers and his arm muscles tensed as he pulled against the book.

Katrin struggled to maintain her grip and pushed her hand against his shoulder for leverage. Peter responded by reaching around softly touching her back. He lowered his head to hers and she looked back at him as their lips hovered dangerously close. Peter made the final move and pressed his lips against hers. They kissed softly as he continued to move his hand down the yellow fabric of her dress. His tongue gently entered her mouth as his hand slid to the back of her naked thigh, and moved slowly up and under her dress.

Suddenly, Peter ripped away the book from Katrin's hand. He walked over to the shelf and placed it neatly back into position. "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, I'll have a drink," Katrin replied with playful scorn as she recovered from the intense interaction with a deep breath. "Can you show me to the bathroom?"

Katrin marveled at the crisp clean interior of the bathroom and the large transparent glass shower door. She couldn't help but to peek into the cabinet under the sink and see if he was hiding any "reading" material. Nothing. He's good. Too good, she thought. She stood up to check her makeup in the mirror.

Katrin made her way back through the living room and could see that the sliding door was open. Peter stood on the skyline deck where he poured from a bottle into two small glasses. His ivory shirt was rolled up to his forearms and a few buttons were buttons were popped open in front to take in more of the unseasonably warm weather.

"What are we drinking?" Katrin inquired as she stepped out onto the eleventh floor deck and felt the exhilarating breeze on her face.

"This is an oak-aged icewine for dessert," Peter explained.

Katrin admired the custom glassware and the soft yellow wine as she looked at it amidst the twinkling backdrop of the city lights. She took a sip and enjoyed the sweet taste.

"Are you a wine guy, Peter?" Katrin asked teasingly.

"I have a wine fridge on my counter, so I guess that makes me a wine guy," he replied after taking a sip of the icewine. "So you're Swedish, huh? I didn't have any Aquavit for you, but your people like ice right?"

"Very funny. I'm actually half-Swedish, half-German but don't tell anyone. I get a secret discount every year at the annual yuleborg," she replied as she tasted another sip of wine.

"I don't think I've ever really enjoyed an icewine before now. I like port," Katrin commented, "but this is pretty good." Peter moved to Katrin's side and held her around the waist as they looked out over the city and sipped from their glasses.

"So tell me, Katrin. How is it possible that a beautiful, successful blowjob instructor is still on the market?" She turned and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Hey, you asked me first," he defended.

"Well, I've actually shied away from relationships since I started running the business. I keep running into warning signs from guys that I date."

"I see," Peter replied considerately. "What are these warning signs?"

"Well," Katrin began with a nervous gulp, "any talk that marginalizes my business or makes it sound like a temporary fling. You know, like I have to give it up when we get serious. "

"I'm all clear on that one. I'm helping you with a five-year plan."

"Yes, you are," Katrin replied warmly, "and I really appreciate it." Her expression suddenly turned nervous as she looked away from Peter and out over the city while she finished the rest of her drink in a single gulp.

"The other warning sign is," she continued hesitantly, "the rules that my boyfriends have created about how I run my workshops and what I can and can't do in my demonstrations. Especially, if there are other guys in them."

"And what do you do in your demonstrations that's so concerning?" Peter asked as he rested his elbow against the railing and turned to her.

"Well, I show girls how to suck cock, of course. I'm basically participating in a form of group sex. Sometimes it goes a little too far, I'll admit, and I participate...directly." Katrin's confession made her heart begin to pound nervously. She suffered through several seconds of silence and looked out over the city, awaiting Peter's reaction.

"Wow. I have to say, that is pretty hot," he replied sincerely.

"Really?" Katrin replied as she turned to read his expression. Peter seemed completely unfazed. Katrin could feel tears swelling at her eyes. She wasn't sorry or ashamed for anything that she has done, just hoping that her honesty wouldn't scare off yet another man in her life. Peter moved in closely to comfort her with an arm around her shoulder.

"I have to confess, I think about your workshops all the time," he admitted as he looked her deeply in the eyes.

"You do?" she replied fearfully.

"Yes. I keep imagining you and a room full of girls playing with the male models and it drives me crazy."

"Crazy? As in mad?"

"No. It turns me on," he assured her.

"Really?" Katrin replied with relief.

"Yes, really."

"Peter, we do some naughty stuff in my workshops."

"Why don't you tell me about it," he proposed intensely as he pressed his body against hers and moved in to kiss her on the neck. "Tell me a naughty story." Katrin's back was pressed against the metal railing of the deck and she was exhilarated to think about the eleven-story drop to the street behind her.

Peter held her tightly around the waist and pressed his wet lips against her ear. She moaned and quivered with sensation as his tongue worked around her earlobe and down to her neck. She felt his hands working their way up her dress, grazing her ribcage on the way to her breasts. His breath warmed her neck and the feel of his strong hands had her soaking wet.

Katrin breathed heavily in anticipation as his hands burrowed under the straps of her dress and slowly pulled them down over her shoulders. The mild breeze whipped across her exposed chest and her nipples pointed out excitedly. She worried about the neighboring buildings and decks and decided to keep her eyes shut. Let them watch.

Peter's lips connected with hers and their tongues finally intertwined with abandon for the first time while his hands explored her exposed nipples. He kissed and sucked on her upper lip, sending a shock of sensations through her body, and then kissed her chin and neck on his way down to her chest.

"Tell me a story, Katrin. Tell me about your workshops," Peter insisted. He put his mouth over Katrin's breast and circled his tongue around her erect nipple.

"Okay." Katrin braced herself. "We did a bridal shower yesterday with a bunch of college girls. They were all very pretty and enthusiastic." Peter smiled up at her encouragingly and worked his tongue across her other breast as she continued.

"I showed them all how to deepthroat with dildos and then I brought out the models."

"What did you have them do to the models?" Peter asked as he slid his warm hands under her dress and slowly up her thighs. He dropped to his knees and enjoyed the feel her firm ass and slowly worked his hands forward to admire the smooth skin of her bikini area. He softly pressed his nose and lips against her and enjoyed her scent as she soaked the edges of the fabric. His tongue slowly circled her exposed skin, withholding direct sexual contact and making her ache for it. Katrin moaned in anticipation and continued her story.

"I split them into two different teams," Katrin continued as she breathed heavily in anticipation. She desperately wanted to feel his tongue and decided to skip right to the good stuff.

"They teamed up on the models and sucked on their cocks and balls while Holly and I watched. It made us really horny and wet. Holly was gripping my arm, she'd never seen anything like it," Katrin explained.

"Did your bachelorettes make them cum?" Peter asked, implying that he was holding her pleasure hostage. He squeezed her engorged labia softly, over the soaked silk of her panties, and looked up, hoping to hear more.

"They sucked off one of the models until he splattered all over them." Katrin felt Peter pull the fabric of her panties to the side and a cool breeze tingled across her wet crotch. She gasped in pleasure as Peter's tongue slowly circled around her swollen folds of her pussy. He dragged his tongue up her slit and eagerly tasted her gushing wetness while she moaned loudly from their very public location. Her breathing quickened and she looked down in suspense as he continually traced her pussy lips, stopping just short of her protruding clit. He pressed the length of his tongue firmly against her and held it for several seconds while she struggled to continue her story.

"They took pictures, posing with cum dripping all over their faces, and they took turns swapping it between their mouths, it was crazy. All six of them gathered their faces together for the next cumshot and it was even messier."

Peter suddenly stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her towards the deck. Katrin opened her eyes to see the view of the twinkling skyline as she clutched the deck railing tightly. She felt Peter's hard cock pressing against her ass through his pants and his finger gently gliding between her legs.

"Does it turn you on to watch other girls play with cum?" Peter asked Katrin softly in her ear.

"Yes," she admitted. "I was so fucking wet. I wanted to touch myself while I watched."

"Do you think Holly would have joined you?"

"Yes, she was really horny." Katrin replied. She suddenly felt the courage to confess her other activities of the previous evening. "The next workshop was even crazier. Holly and I went into a bedroom with the hostess and the three of us fucked each other with toys and ate each other's pussies."

Peter was genuinely surprised and listened on intently as he rubbed her wet slit from behind and pressed his chest against her back. "You're kidding?"

"No, I'm not. That was nothing," Katrin assured him. "The party was a big orgy. All the women were wearing lingerie, including me. They sucked and fucked the models right in the middle of the party and towards the end I joined in."

Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing. It turned him on immensely to know what Katrin was capable of. He felt her gushing wetness against his fingers as she made her confession and rubbed her intently with his hard-on pressed firmly into the crack of her ass.

"I didn't fuck any of the guys, but the orgy ended with all of them lining up and cumming on my face. The hostess encouraged them. She rubbed it all over me and fucked me in the ass with a strap-on in front of everyone. She treated me like her personal sex slave and I liked it." Katrin's heart was pounding. The confession was exhilarating and she didn't care about the consequences anymore. She restlessly moved her crotch against Peter's hand.

To Katrin's surprise Peter was not deterred and seemed to grow harder with every detail. He dropped to his knees and put his head under Katrin's dress. He pulled aside the thin strip of fabric from her thong and slowly slid his tongue up the crack of her ass. Katrin moaned loudly and bent forward against the railing, encouraging him to continue. He slowly circled his tongue around her asshole and slid one of his fingers into her welcoming wet pussy to massage her g-spot.

"Oh!" Katrin exclaimed as she trembled from the pleasure of Peter's penetrating move. His wet tongue relentlessly teased her asshole as he rubbed her from the inside with his finger and massaged her clit with his thumb. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around so that she was facing him. He unleashed a rhythmic wave of tongue strokes against her clit and maintained firm pressure inside her. She clenched her pelvis and quivered against his penetrating fingers as she climaxed.

Katrin's body tingled with relief as she took in a deep breath and regained her composure. She turned her head to see two couples drinking beers and watching the show from a nearby rooftop patio.

"Shit," Katrin blurted as she pulled the straps of her dress over her breasts. "How long have they been there?!"

Peter stood up and quickly spotted the neighboring spectators. From what he could see it appeared to be two women and two men, enjoying the view with drinks in hand and distanced enough so that they could not make out their faces.

"I'm sorry, Katrin. Honestly, it is normally pretty quiet around here, even on Saturday."

"I was just surprised, that's all. We don't have to stop," Katrin encouraged, still glowing with lust.

"Okay?" Peter said hesitantly. The spectators from the roof, knowing that they had been spotted, started booing from the lack of activity and Peter smiled at Katrin. "I think they want to see more."

"I have an idea," Katrin offered as she reached down to unbuckle Peter's belt. She pulled him over towards the sliding door and sat in a chair in front of him. The young couples on the rooftop patio cheered as Katrin unzipped Peter's pants and pulled down his boxer briefs. She massaged his growing cock and tightening scrotum in her hands and looked up at him with excitement.

"Do you think they want to see me suck it?"

"I'm sure they do," Peter replied.

"Okay, I don't want to disappoint." Katrin slowly eased Peter's shaft past her pursed lips and felt him growing harder against the roof of her mouth. She ran the point of her tongue from the base of his shaft up to the sensitive area under his engorged head and turned to see the audience was still watching. With a firm grip on his cock she lowered down to suck on his balls and rolled them around in her mouth one by one.

"Yes!" a man called out encouragingly from the roof. Katrin swiveled her tongue around Peter's sack until it swelled up tightly in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his cock again, buried all eight inches of him deep into her throat, and lunged relentlessly while he groaned with approval.

Peter felt warm drips of spit leaking down to his balls as Katrin devoured him. Her hot breath washed over his manhood as she gasped for air and tugged on his sack.