The Tale of Oral Pleasure
I'm absolutely fond of giving blowjobs, and I really, really love them. There's nothing more satisfying than delivering total pleasure, observing a guy's delight, and the authority you have over regulating the suction power and depth. When they seize control, they start thrusting until they can no longer hold back, and their cum erupts uncontrollably into my mouth or onto my face.
The location plays a significant role. Giving a blowjob is always sensual, and I enjoy performing it in the bedroom or on someone's couch. The thrill is amplified when I'm on my knees amidst bushes, with the possibility of being seen by a distant hiker. And, like in a recent incident, I've blown a married man in his car or at a public restroom close to a highway.
One's demeanor is also a key factor. Although I'm the one providing pleasure, the receiver mostly focuses on their own satisfaction, which gives me a delightful sense of submissiveness, even after so many cocks I've serviced.
The visual aspects are also essential. From the first touch, it begins to feel erotic. Unpanic his belt. His genitals are in front of you, and a bulge is often showing. I open his trousers, buttons, or zipper, pulling them down slightly to disclose the following layer. His underwear, the manner his cock sits within them...hard and ready, the contours frequently noticeable enough to predict his size. And then, the moment I remove his pants. Occasionally, he's semi-erect...hanging large over his balls...visually enticing. But at other times, it appears to flap against my face or mouth. That picture is incredibly arousing, being on my knees.
The first touch, stroking his balls gently, or promptly grasping his rock-hard penis, or between his legs behind his balls, simply that contact. Then I grasp it in my hand...pull his foreskin back...gently up and down...then I hear his breathing change and sometimes moisture develops on his glans.
Making eye contact is crucial and often undervalued. But it significantly intensifies the roles. He's standing, looking down at you. You're looking up, longingly with a look that says, go for it, my mouth is for you, you're always allowed to cum. Then a little smile, and finally...
The taste, every penis has its unique flavor. Sometimes, right before it's rigid, you lick it, semi-stiff over his cockhead. You can sometimes detect the salty remnants of urine. Or a robust scent of arousal. Then, you recognize...you eye contact, then take it into your mouth, your warm mouth around his cock.
The foreplay, the ravenousness. All at once, overpowering. the blowjob, my head bobs up and down, but I also make love to his cock. I play with it, tongue the head of his cock, spit on it, then slurp it down again. My saliva merging with his precum, the flavor. Eye contact, always. Then suck his cock deeply. Sometimes they want to slap my cheek with it... then back into the warmth...my mouth is wet. I caress his balls and continue blowing...wet, sometimes slurping, noisily but always with eye contact.
The climax, the denouement. His respiration modifies. Typically, it slows down first since control is out of the question. The rhythm recedes, and for a moment, he gazes into your eyes, deep into your gaze and then his gaze tightens, since his brain perceives what he sees. Me, with eyes that proclaim let it out, shoot. Then a murmur, sometimes a groan or sigh. At that instant, you taste the initial drops of thick precum on your tongue. You sense his balls compressing, and the initial spasm of his cock causes his sperm to discharge from his balls, through his shaft into your mouth, on the roof of your mouth, and then I glean extra by sucking harder...extricating every last drop, and you sense your mouth getting filled up with his cum...your dessert...his pleasure and my mouth is full of it. Swallow as he keeps jerking and you emit, sometimes too profusely, and it spills on my chin or the edges of my mouth, sometimes he withdraws his penis from your mouth...then you notice it land on your face and drip. I relish the taste while swallowing the remaining remnants.
Finally, the conclusion, the charm evaporates. I always experience a feeling of being Cinderella, whose coach and gown have been seized. His cock transforms into a flaccid member hanging in front of you...still occasionally seeping, which I savor. An embrace, typically an awkward pat on the head or a swift farewell.
I yearn to be Cinderella indefinitely.
