Aug 072013
 

Daddy2Daddy likes my mouth.

He likes to wrap his hands around my throat and feel his cock in there.

I can remember when I first started snuggling against it. His cock would always get stiff and grow. I would lick it and kiss it. I thought that it hurt him.  But he promised that those were good sounds that he was making. He said I could play with it as much as I wanted. So I did.

When I really starting liking it, Daddy starting feeding it to me. More and more, he fed me his cock. Now my mouth opens when I see it.

I don’t get to play with it anymore. He grunts and pumps it into my face. I swallow everything that Daddy’s cock spits out. He says I’m a natural.

 

Sultry Saturday

Jun 212013
 

parkinglotSince the last incident, she’d been behaving. But two weeks had passed and even the whispers and bets as to when the next one would happen weren’t really whispers anymore. He stood and called her into the office and shut the door. Each time he did, the possibilities excited her. It excited them too. The entire office watched their lamb to slaughter with froth on their lips. She could almost see it dripping down and joining with the stains left from their coffee cups.

They were more than voyeurs. Some of the more excitable ones felt as if they were taking part in it all. She’d never know how much all of this played into giving release to one man’s sad marriage, another’s inability to adapt to social situations, and the few other that used it just as fodder to drain their dicks. Many.  Many times over.

Generally she was called in to do secretarial work and if he felt like it, a blowjob. Although the last one had been more of a face-fucking, and more than she had been prepared for.

“Bend over the desk and remove your clothes so that I can get to your pussy. Spread your legs. Now. Now.”

She didn’t get her skirt thrown up over the back of her ass before he was in her. Hard. Her thighs slammed into the front of his desk and she yowled. He was constantly pounding her. His body bent her over. But he grabbed her hair. He pulled it and used it to ride her.  The harder he pounded; the harder he pulled; the more her legs spread. She climbed that desk. She banged her cunt back to meet him. She squirted on his cock and some papers that he was supposed to sign.  He yanked her down to swallow every drop and left her on the floor as he zipped up.

She put herself back together and picked up the office.  He spoke when she opened the door to leave.

“Meet me at my car after work”

She smiled. “Yes Sir.”

May 152013
 

cum shotEveryday he made bolder moves.

When she’d suck him off, if she didn’t get it all, she’d wear it all day. She learned that scarves hid the stains.But not the strained expressions from coworkers who knew she’d been tasting her Boss’s balls.

He’d follow her to the bathroom stall and rape her mouth. Cubicles housing strained listeners with growing boners and coloring cheeks. Fax machines and copiers quieted. Phones were secretly sent to voicemail – almost silencing the entire office.

When he let her up from his cock to get air, she’d gag and gasp.

Some of them gave quick, low glances over the room. Torn between wanting to listen and go jerk off.  You could hear a pin drop. Then over and over, a deep voice, and finally, her. Just a little too loud…

“More.”

Dec 142012
 

cocksuckingCocksucking - I don’t like being on my knees.

I don’t like it when a man lays down. That makes me feel like I’m all alone.

What I like is for me to be on my back and for him to have his cock in my face. It’s a good position if he likes to face fuck, but it’s it’s even a better place to be when you’re cock hungry. When you’re drooling, mouth begging upwards for a taste of dick. My tongue just wants a taste. God, I just want to feel the slipperiness. I want to beg for it. That’s not cocksucking. That’s being cock hungry.

 

Jun 122012
 

If you’ve read My Clit’s Trip, you’ll understand a little bit about what I’ve been through when it comes to all of these stimulating gels and creams.  Doc Johnson put out the newest gel that I plan on experimenting with. It’s called “My Secret Valentine Tingle Gele” and it’s supposed to be an aid in the oral department.  It claims to tingle and numb, but does so only slightly.  I went with the strawberry and was pleasantly surprised at how dead-on it tasted and smelled. Its consistency is that of a loose, maybe watered down or warmed up Jell-o. It comes in a plastic, two ounce jar. Its cap twists off to reveal a plastic  peel-away layer before its initial use, but after that, it’s just you and the jar.

Here’s an ingredient list, but I’ll go ahead and warn you about the glycerin. One more thing – on my voyage of gels, creams, lotions, and lubricants that are supposed to stimulate my lady bits, none of them seem to have really great, above board ingredients.

Water, Glycerin, Xanthan Gum,  Flavor, Chondrus Crispus (Carrageenan), Sodium Saccharin, Menthoxypropanediol, Sodium Hydroxide, Diazolidinyl Urea, Sodium Benzoate, Potassium Sorbate, Red 40 (CI 16035)

Despite that the gel didn’t really numb or tingle, we did enjoy its taste. The Husband benefited via a good, old fashioned, down and dirty, sticky blowjob. I’m talking about Deepthroat City, gagging and slapping the titties. Because the Tingle Gele is a bit sticky, if you’re not going to get nasty with it, don’t bother. Since the taste is quite nice, why not make the most of it? We did!  Although there were no numbing effects, the taste was enough to incite a little fun. Unfortunately, the sticky gel gets everywhere. I was trying to get it out of my hair at 3:00am while it was drying. I felt like I was 17 again.

Jan 032012
 

TipThere’s a beautiful moment your tongue has come around the stiff, soaked, velvety head. When that first drip of salty fluid touches your tongue, you want to stay. You don’t want to go back down again.

want to stay here and suck.

You know that he expects certain things. This is for him. Down you go. You taste for the fluid to mix. With no sign, you s.u.c.k.

Give it to me.

Up again to the head.

If I could just stay here. Lick here… and here …and here.

Jan 142010
 

Do you enjoy cum in your mouth?

Ok, honest story… my Grandmother found a really perverted letter that a guy friend and I were writing back and forth to each other when we were in high school. I was still a virgin, (in the ninth grade I think) and so was he. We had kinda decided that we were going to take each other’s virginity. We hung out all the time, alone. We were both very excited and way too nervous to do it with anyone else.

We had talked it out and he would do everything I wanted him to do and I’d do everything he wanted me to do… win/win… right? Until this fucking letter… which, detailed the blowjob portion of our little rendezvous and exactly how he wanted me to suck his cock. This is also the point at which I learned in life… never write anything down. Anyway, I’m not sure how many times he wrote about filling up my mouth, 25…maybe?

*le sigh* Did I ever get to suck him off? … No. My Grandmother made sure that didn’t happen. She also told me (this was her version of “The Talk”) that was something that “pretty girls don’t have to do.

My Grandmother was determined to marry me off to someone from her church whose Mother also sat at her table at the Country Club. Her sweet little grand-daughter couldn’t be caught sucking cock and swallowing cum; it would ruin both of our reputations!

I gave my first real blowjob to my first real boyfriend while we were in his truck, parked in my driveway. I was thinking less about that letter and more about where this was going to go if I came up off his cock. He was shaking and the moans and “ooohhh baby” were running together and making less and less sense. He tightened up and all of the sudden I had a mouthful, which didn’t taste so great.

I knew that at that moment, I wasn’t just another pretty girl. I swallowed hard and continued to gently suck and he got LOUD. I knew I’d either done something really wrong or really right.

I later learned from B and T (the bouncers that I fucked for some time) that sucking cock is different for everyone. You have the same basic idea, but everybody prefers a little something different. Learn the cock you’re working for.

A good blowjob isn’t about how hard you suck or how long it lasts, it’s about how good it feels. When someone comes in my mouth (if that’s what they want) then I’m happy. If they come on my tits, then I’m happy too. If I’m sucking your cock and I’ve given you access to my mouth, then your happiness is what I’m most concerned with… so by God, have fun… because that’s all I care about, trust me.

:)