Cocksucker
I suck cock often. . .lick bodies, both male and female, every chance I get. And I do enjoy it. . .why else would I do it? But I miss the special way he pulls my hair as I mouth the head of his gorgeous cock.
Here’s the picture in my head. . .
I light a cigar, and hand it to him. . .and a fine whiskey in a glass, on the rocks. . .if there’s something he’s interested in on TV, so much the better. Light the candles and incense. Get him all settled in. The most relaxing and soothing situation I can manufacture. And then I pull his pants down to his ankles, trapping his feet by kneeling on the bunch of fabric between his shoes.
It’s best when he starts completely soft. To nuzzle that silky softness, breathe in the scent of him and just tease for a moment. It never fails to start a small swelling that always catches my attention. To take that tender, still soft morsel in my mouth. If he were just a bit smaller I could encompass his cock and his balls in my mouth at this point. But I delight in reminding myself every time of just how big he is. . .and that sets my mind to reeling on the thought of how much pleasure it gives me to have that gorgeous cock filling me. Just these thoughts alone are enough to make me touch myself and indulge the fantasy even more. . .to picture him filling my puss as he fills my mouth is heaven.
I love feeling the change as he grows against my tongue and throat. He lengthens, and widens. . .becomes his wonderful fully engorged self as I nurture him. . .stroking my tongue from the base of his balls all the way to the tip to circle it, suckle it, devour his cock all the way to the base until the little bit of manicured hair brushes my nose and chin.
There’s something about having him helpless. His hands are full. His legs are trapped. His attention is drawn to the Raiders game on the TV right in front of him. But it’s also the luxury of it. That draws me. The idea of being just one part of a truly wonderful experience. To give that to him. That is wonderous.
And all the while, I lap and suck and finger my clit and hopefully by now he’s found a way to sit the drink down and has his hands in my hair. . .at first he’s gentle, smoothing my hair from my face, but before long he’s got a good handful that hurts just the right amount as he thrusts his hips almost uncontrollably. . .he’s moaning, and I feel the extra swell. . .the throb. . .that lets me know he’s going to cum and fill my mouth with the taste of him. . .that first little drop, the tease, then that great groan and the flood. . .oh, my!
I want him to come home!
