Pulling into the car port I notice the yellow light glowing through the curtains of my apartment.

I left the light on, that’s strange.

Climbing the stairs, arms weighted with the bags of the day, each step taller than the last, bags heavier with each step up– I wished I had gotten my keys ready before getting out of the car. Arriving at my door, I begin fumbling for keys– trying not to disrupt the balance of the bags.

The door creaks open.

My mind blank and startled,  I see your eyes, gentle but scared too.
Stammering and explanation –

“I remembered where your spare keys were hidden.”

Angry is my response –

“You’re not even supposed to be here.”

Your hand comes up covering my words.

“Don’t be like that, I brought you something.”

Taking the bags from my hands, my weight lifted, a freedom– to run, to kick him in balls, to scream, to yell, to argue– the weight lifted to do all those things, but instead I submit and let myself be under control and you sense that and shift into that other man you can be.

“Wait here and don’t move and keep your mouth shut for change, you little bitch.”

The night is a warm, clear, beautiful one–we have our summer in September, yet a chill rushes across my skin, the thrill of the unknown, the anticipation sends these shivers through my body releasing them through my skin.

You return reaching for my hand, bringing me in, closing the door behind me. Once in,  your hand whispers the side of my face, your fingers push aside my perpetual strand of hair. Eye to eye. In your other hand you hold the black leather fur lined blindfold we had used so many times together in the past. Handing it to me. I know what to do, and I don’t for once question that. Holding the mask to my eyes you place the elastic band over my head and into place.

Blind.

Guiding me by the hand into the living room, your lips so close to my ear–
“Take your top off, drop that skirt and get on your knees.”

Of course,  I like where this is going, I love being on my knees, it usually means I am about to get some cock in my mouth, the thought of that begins to make my cunt throb. I unbutton the skirt and let it drop blindly stepping out of it.
You command–

“Get on your knees, now!”

On my knees I wait, it’s soft, you laid down the fluffy blanket from the back of the couch across the floor. I begin the unbuttoning of my top. Feeling you standing above me, I can hear you breath, In my mind you are squeezing your cock over your pants, getting hard thinking about sliding past my lips. Your hand reaches down into my hair, yanking my neck back causing my mouth to gape open–

“There you go slut, mouth hanging open, such cock bitch. Now wait there and don’t fucking move.”

Your disappearance make me want to peek to see what you are doing– I feel a rush of anxiety flow through my body causing me to sweat, but I refrain from lifting the blindfold and let my mind release to the knowledge that I am eventually going to get to cum and that the anxiety is really a turn on.

I hear you in the background– walking, breathing, movement.

Now close to me again, I can feel the heat of your body and the feeling of limbs moving around me. The leg of your jeans brushes against my arm sending a bit of shiver to the hair on my skin. Again your hand grabs onto the mass of pulled back hair, causing my neck to crane and mouth to part involuntarily, yet so voluntary.

“Don’t move, stay just like that and keep that mouth open.”

More movement around me, I seem to be feeling more movement than just one man can make. My mind begins to swirl — Did he bring some other cock into my house? What the fuck? How many people are here? I want to rip the mask off my face, but I don’t.

My mind continues its barrage of internal questions… Where the fuck did he find this cock, did he instruct him, did he pay him, did he send him naked pictures of me, did he tell him how much I love to suck cock, is it just one man, how many cock are here, FUCK fuck fuck, what the fuck should I do…
Still I refrain from removing the blindfold, knowing that my fear and anger will be met with a reward I have only ever fantasized about.

Within moments I feel you body, or some body next to mine. Strong thighs close to my shoulder– making my body jerk. I hear the heavy breath of man, my own breathing becomes heavy, unregulated and emanating from my cunt. Then I feel cock, I feel the tip– rubbing the drop of precum firmly across my cheek. A foot moves between my thigh and knees spreading them open further and allowing for more room and leverage to feed me that cock I want.

My hand reaches for the hard on before me, but from behind you command.

“No fucking hands. Lock them behind your back you low brow rouge bitch, that cock is not for your hands, open that mouth.”

And that is when I know for sure this is not your cock on my cheek.

I love when you get authoritative, it’s in there, but you don’t let it surface too often, but when it does– It makes me love you even more, it makes me want to do anything you say, it makes me want to crawl and suck, and fuck any mans cock you want me to.

The smell of cock and precum is strongly apparent, his cock begins sliding into my eager open mouth, my tongue gliding along the back side of his shaft– forming around his throbbing girth– and I do what I do so well– I suck dick, eat cock, swallow every inch of this gift. He not only fucks my mouth, but rubs his cock all over my face, causing me to whimper and worship like the low brow slut I can be. My tongue reaching out of my mouth for cock when it’s not there, sucking and twirling my tongue around it when it is.

You now stand in front of me, I can smell you, your cock. I know it’s out, I know you are hard and I know you want me to take you in my mouth too.

In my ear you whisper,

“You like that cock don’t you?”

The words make my cunt drip and throb. I must be squirming, one cock in my mouth, and you whispering in my ear. Your hand locks around my hair, pushing my head around this mystery meat you ha

ve brought me. I am being made to fuck and I like it.

“Slut, I bet your pussy is soaked.”

Your fingers part my lips, flicking at my clit that is now hard and at the surface begging to be touched, then you dive deep inside me. I feel like I could just sit on your hand, be filled by it, swallow it with my cunt. I start to rock and grind. Abruptly your hand pulls out and strikes me across the face.

“Did I tell you to fuck my hand bitch? Slut dog, don’t move.”
The slap striking and burning, the cock still in my mouth, the sting on my cheeks make the moans slip out and make me fuck that cock with my mouth even more. My mouth earnest and true sliding and fucking his hard cock, wanting his cum.

I hear your breath– your excitement, your cock must  be a rock– it is in this moment I now I know you want me too, I know I have you.

“I want your cock, please.”
I beg and plead.

Instead your fingers find me again. Slow for a moment, until they hit that spot that makes me pour and drip around your hand– then you fuck me, you hand strong and thrusting me over the edge. The cock continues to fill my mouth, his hands now pulling my head in around him. Those moans of mine fill the room, I don’t care anymore about anything. Panting and groaning– if there wasn’t a cock in my mouth I would be professing my need to cum. You pull a strong wet orgasm out of me, making my knees week. I feel like I am being held up by my hair from the man who continues to slide his dick into me.

“Are you ready to taste some cum, you little cum slut?”

I can only nod and a let my mouth drop open more as this strangers cock fills my mouth, I can feel his shaft jerk and bob. I regain some strength and maintain my stance on my knees and wrap my mouth solidly around him, feeling his cock jerking again inside me– I know I am about to feel his cum fill my mouth. I stay surrounding his shaft, his hands still around my head pull me in- we are melded as he fills me with his cum, pumping and draining into me.

I swallow, lick and clean this random cock I have no attachment to, still blind to.

You stand pulling your fingers, that I had not realized were still inside me, out. Rising– you instruct–
“Don’t move, don’t talk, just sit there.”

I do as you say, I am in an amaurotic bliss. I hear you and he standing– no words are ever spoken. The door opens and the door shuts.

“Now it’s my turn my little slut.”

What I really wanted was you to lick me for a long long time.

That is what really what I want right now too.

This Vixen is in serious need of long licks. I wanted you to get down there and stay. But it is just a fact-  some men lick and stay and lick and lick and lick,  and some just don’t. Those usually don’t get a second round with me.

Good thing I brought the njoy  along, it always makes me wet wet wet and cummy. Hovering over me you plunge the wand into me, I can hear the sound of my pussy gushing around the toy and your hand. Looking at the scene splayed before you, like it’s one you haven’t seen in quite some time  feeding me you cock while fucking me with the toy. These brief moments are perfection, when all is flowing simultaneously, my mouth being filled, my cunt being filled, the sounds of pussy, the smell of sex.

Back and forth your cock slides into my mouth, you’re in no hurry, you slide in and out. I can feel my orgasm rising, I take over the steel wand and my pussy. I can feel my tiny clit is popping out, hard and needy. The words of cum spill out into the room–

“I’m gonna cum, oh I’m gonna cum.”

Your cock continues sliding down my throat, I leave my wet spot on the bed from cumming. As I my cunt still throbs froms orgasm my hands wraps around the base of your cock, feeding you into my mouth.

It’s your turn.

You remain slow fucking past my lips, I look up at you– your eyes still glued to my wet pussy and the toy still filling me. When you cum it is slow too, the hot juice fills my mouth and drips out the corner, you taste good.

Despite a rock to the windshield the road has been good to me.The weekend was spent boating and having crazy fun on the lake, a few attempts to wake board (I have never been one not to try– but alas my ass never got up), but I did have lots of fun being pulled at high speed on a tube. I am exhausted, battered, bruised, my arms feel like they were nearly pulled from their sockets, bug bitten, and sun weathered– but completely enjoyed myself and the company.

The night lead to a campfire and a skyline of stars one can only witness in the middle of nowhere.  Lighting storms around our parameter danced and illuminated the clouds around us, the milky-way in all it’s glory- shooting and falling burst of starlight, campfire talk, passing the bottle around, no cell phones, just the darkness and weight of the sky consumed us.

As the night grew, people drifted away, falling off to their tents being lulled to sleep by beer and the sounds of the water licking the shore. Soon seven turned to two. We sat stoking the fire, watching the flame surround the the embers on the few logs left in the pit, acknowledging the magnificence of the universe that blanketed us with stars.

Every so often we would stand, warming the back sides of our bodies in the fire, pulling our pants below our asses to feel the heat directly on the skin. After one of these moments I sat back into the chair, but you did not. Your body standing close to me, too close. In my mind I thought, why the fuck is he standing so close to me, then it hits me– oh I bet he thinks he is going to slide his cock into my mouth. Of course why shouldn’t he think that- it is not an out of the ordinary event for me suck cock.

However I had best intentions not to, you are a friend of two of my best friends, who hate it when I fuck around with you.

Halfheartedly I attempt to explain why we should not fuck around, but already– despite my knowledge that I shouldn’t, that we should just refrain– all of sudden I want cock. That feeling of want consumes all thought of what I should and should not do. Rising to meet you, turning my back to your body so my ass cheeks could feel if your cock was hard or not. Yes it was, and in that moment everything else clicked off and I became consumed with the thought of knowing this cock again.

At your request I sit back down. Your cock right at face level, my hands quickly find your thickness. Thicker than I remembered. I began to scan in my mind the last time I had your cock in my mouth, I could not remember if you were cut or uncut– then I thought– well, there is only one way to find out.

Pulling your cock and balls out of the top of your swim trunks, I am again taken back with just how thick you are– drifting into how you would feel spreading me open. Those are the the thoughts that completely put me in a “one-track mind” state of being. The need to have you in my mouth, the want to make you cum becomes all consuming.

My hands wrap around your shaft as my lips begin to kiss the tip, licking and circling with my tongue. Despite the fact we had been swimming in the lake all day, your cock does not taste like it, it’s good– it made me even more hungry and needy for it– a feeling I both love and hate.

As one hand cups your balls, the other strokes the girth of your now solid cock, my lips sinking around the your head. I am hungry, but not eager. I could make you cum, but I am not ready and though I was not bobbing on your cock, I still take it down a notch, slowing my lick, dropping you down my throat and keeping you there, lingering my way back up.

Drifting down the back side with my lips to meet your balls and then I fill my mouth– my hand works your trunk.  I know you will cum soon, I can feel it, I can taste it. Firming the grip I have on your testicles, I work my lips, my tongue and I can feel your cum rise. Almost unsure your hand lands on the back of my head, an attempt to guide a girl that is already there– then your cum fill my mouth. I savor it, keeping your cock in me, draining every last drop.

You walk me to my tent and we part ways, until the next time.

My cock dry spell has finally been broken! Cue in angels singing and sun shards filtering down through my cum filled locks of hair.

My dry spell, I realized (or maybe not such a big realization), was stemming from sadness and fear– but mostly fear. The older I get the harder it is to get over love, loss and death. It takes longer now to recover from heartache, taking more out of me and making me fear doing it again. It has been a hard summer– but this week I felt the fog burning, figuratively and literally– and all that blue sky and sunshine made me frisky and even happy.

As I talk with the men in my life about getting blow jobs I have learned that for the most part they are not getting them enough– if at all– and that they are not getting them performed as though their partner really worships their cock. 

So what’s the problem?

Many women claim to just not like it. My thought is that they are just doing it right. It could also partially be the depiction of the act in porn, much of which shows women bobbing up and down, gagging, choking mechanically on a hard cock. That is not how to worship a cock and if your partner already does not like to suck cock, she surly is not going to enjoy you ramming it down her throat.

As for women who do not like it, they should do it anyway because their men like it and want it, they should find a way to enjoy it. One does not have to ram the whole shaft down their throat to give a good blow job, you can take just the tip in and work with your hands and tongue down the shaft and to the balls. Get that sweet cock coated in saliva then give a nice sliding hand job. Circle your tongue around his needy head, kiss it, suck it, fill your palms with his balls while you mouth loves on the tip. This alone will make him one happy man, if you are enjoying it, they will enjoy it even more. Do not make it an act of mechanics– it doesn’t have to be a face fuck, it can be playful, sweet and tender. Take your time, find the thrill in in making cock rock hard with your mouth. Love that cock and will love you back.

When I think back to the cocks I have most loved to worship, it is those that are a mix of letting me have my way, working you from soft to hard with my lips, with encouragement from you. Your hand on the back of my head– in tangles of hair, telling me how good it feels, your heavy breath, your sighs and your moans– these fuel me to want more, to stay on my knees for long periods of time, to fill my mouth with your balls, to start slow and sweet with the option of becoming a cock gagging porn start if I want.