“I want to feel your mouth around my dick.”
I pulled back slightly from his delicious kiss and looked at him, eyebrow quirked. We’d been dating for a few weeks and this isn’t the first time he’s said something like this. In fact, it was the second time. The first time, I sweetly but firmly informed him of the conditions under which I would perform oral sex on him, and he hesitated. That was two dates ago.
“Yes,” he said, with his head bowed. “I know what I’m getting myself into, and I’m game.”
No Man Is Vanilla Around Me
I’d come across too many entitled assholes in my dating life who think that blow jobs should be the new goodnight kiss – the kind they don’t have to return (WTF, right??). In fact, that attitude played a HUGE part in how I progressed from “spicy vanilla” to dominant. The funny thing is, I enjoy sucking a cock…the right cock, under the right circumstances. And when this promising specimen of manhood uttered those words in full knowledge of what they meant, I felt a telltale flush spread throughout my body. This was going to be FUN!
I took his hand and led him to my bedroom, and stood there watching while he removed his clothes. Is there anything quite like a woman watching and enjoying you strip? No, no there isn’t. I told him to kneel and removed my panties from under my dress. He buried his face against my crotch and inhaled while he did it…mm, I love how much he’s been anticipating this moment.
We move to the bed. “Be a good boy and lie down, make yourself comfortable, you may be there for a while.”
A Very Mountable Face
His huge smile tells me everything as I whip my dress off over my head. I straddle his waist and kiss him, his barely-contained hunger turning me on even more. I pull my lips away and shuffle my knees up and over his arms, pussy hovering over his mouth. His hot breath is making me crazy, and I put both of us out of our misery and ride his face until I’ve had 1…2…yes, 3 orgasms. Hah, I knew that mouth could give me what I wanted!
Now for the fun part – I turn around and 69 him. I fucking love a good 69, and he doesn’t disappoint! He wraps his arms around my thighs and hips and pulls me close. I can tell that as much as he wanted to “feel my mouth around his dick”, he was so into what he was doing that he’d almost forgotten. Ohhh, that moan against my pussy when he feels the first warm, wet swirl of my tongue wrapping around his shaft. I work that cock with my lips, teeth, tongue, and my best imitation of a “vacuum seal”, gripping him with the insides of my cheeks too. It’s not long before he warns me and fills my mouth with his hot, gooey cum.
Now for The Kinky Kiss
As soon as his breathing calms down, I flip around to face him and wink. He opens his mouth, and so do I – letting his semen dribble straight from my mouth to his. My eyes are open and watching his response. He swallows and…giggles. “Definitely not the best thing I’ve tasted tonight, but I will happily accept your cum kisses for an evening like that!”
Yes, being snowballed is sooo much better than being blue-balled!
And then I think to myself…he has no idea what else is in store for him next, but he’ll love every damn minute of it.
I will do with this anytime you want!
Duly noted!
I think that what could add to this fantasy would be to start with a bottom to top leg worship before engaging in the 69!
You know I can’t say ‘no’ to having my legs adored by you!
I wouldn’t say no!
In that picture, I think you may have overestimated my ability to produce and underestimated the viscosity of my production.
Oh My Ms Claire what a hot fucking post! Also a very intense way to get him to eat his own cum! I can’t imagine ANY man not submitting and loving your kinky influence!
Ms Claire,
As Ms Erika said, this is a hot fucking post! It struck a cord with me. As Erika knows, I am a proud homosexual. But, it took me a long time to accept that. In relation to this post, one of my last hurdles to accepting my love of all things men was an experience like the one one you wrote about above. It was with the last woman I tried dating. But, It was ME that insisted on being snow balled. This was toward the end of that “trial” and we both saw the writing on the wall. I wasn’t cutting it in bed and the only way I could perform was if she talked about gay things. That morphed into my request to be snow balled (I LOVE cum).
My issue is that once I cum, must kinky sexual desires quickly subside and the idea of taking a load in the mouth seems less than tantalizing. I made her promise to go through with it. I’ll admit, that post orgasm recoil was pretty significant and I definitely wanted to pass on it. But, like a true friend who kept her word, she didn’t let me back out. She kissed me and let my full load pass into my mouth as we kissed.
I have to admit, it was the hottest kiss I ever had. My post sex recoil quickly turned into me wanting round two.
Her response :Sorry but I think we both know you are never having sex with me again, or any other woman for that matter. It was an amazing and affirming moment!
Then she made me say it…”I’m gay.”
Such a great memory. Thanks for reminding me!