Giving head like a Goddess: A Tribute to the Blow-Job

A Tribute to the Blow-Job

Kneeling naked at your feet I look up into your eyes.

“Be a good girl for me and we’ll get you off.”

Our buddy is sitting on the sofa, reading. I look at him and he pauses his reading, smiles a promise.

You pull your t-shirt over your head and beckon to me.

Like a Blow-Job Goddess

Reaching up, I let my fingers explore the length of you through the tightness of your jeans, my fingernails dragging repeatedly over the tip of you, until I feel you pulsing. Your cock is gorgeously outlined through the denim, long and thick, straining to be free.

There are two reasons for teasing you this way; I want you to be completely desperate for my mouth. But it also increases the tease for me. I want to suck your dick. Sucking cock is so pleasing, the feel of it in my mouth, how smoothly lickable the skin around that hard, warm, shaft is. Those occasional pearls of precum and how they change how the saliva in my mouth feels. Then, to me at least, it’s submissiveness incarnate, but it’s juxtaposed by the feeling of power you get from giving that ultimate pleasure. From driving your partner so insane, bringing them right to the edge and back until not coming is no longer a possibility and they beg, or even better, they just take over and fuck your mouth.

Making myself wait for the pleasure of sucking cock gets me really horny.

Eyes locked with yours, I kneel up, graze the tip of you with my teeth, blow my warm breath through the material. You stroke the hair back from my face, your touch a caress.

I run over the length of you with my teeth, nuzzling, then I bite the end of you gently, holding pressure. You twitch.

“Uhh.”

I’m so damned eager to get you into my mouth, your first quiet groan sets my hands going, undoing your belt, the button of your jeans, your fly. You’re not wearing boxers. Kneeling up more, I slip my hand inside, wrap my fingers around you, your skin warm, silky smooth. I pull your jeans away from your hips and help your dick spring free. I drag the jeans down; I want to see you naked.

You watch me, not helping other than lifting one foot, then the other.

You sit next to him on the edge of the sofa, beckon to me again and I move over to you. He puts his book down, passes me a cushion.

I kneel between your knees. I’m already wet and desperate to get my mouth around you.

Cupping your balls with a hand, I hold the base of your dick in my fist. I blow air over the top of you, then take the head into my mouth like a lollipop and circle the tip of you with my tongue. I look up at you, sucking cool air into my mouth around your cock.

With your cock in my mouth, I smile at you, then, my lips gliding down, I take you deeply into my throat, take the full wide length of you in, and when my lips kiss your balls, I slide my tongue down and out, licking at your balls with you in my throat. This causes the second breath of a reaction I get from you, and I feel like a goddess.

I’m getting hornier by the second, my juices on my thighs already. I hold you deep until I need to breathe, my tongue licking at you all the while, then I relinquish you, my mouth around your tip again, licking at you. I check back with your eyes, glance at him. He’s watching my tongue licking at the end of you. His glance flicks to my eyes.

“Porn-star.”

And the note of approval in his voice fires me higher.

You take my nipples between your fingers, pinch and pull hard. I know what this means, you do this sometimes when I blow you. It’s a language we’ve developed without ever having talked about it and it’s so hot!

I slide my lips over the length of you. Still you pull hard and I obediently hold you deep in my throat, teasing you at the same time with my tongue. I can’t hold my breath anymore and I fight to keep you in. You change tack, roll my nipples between your fingers. I slide off your cock, catching my breath, sucking in air, then I suck your balls into my mouth, tease them with my tongue. You keep rolling my nipples between your fingers, it’s an exquisite tease after having had them pulled so hard. I continue teasing your balls, licking them.

Your fingers still, I lick my way up the side of your cock.

Denim and Leather

I’m getting desperate to be fucked now, our eyes lock again, and you let my nipples go, staring down at me. I still. You look at him.

“You have to feel this,” you say.

“Alright.”

He gets up, hands on his belt.

“Let me, please.”

He looks surprised by me talking, you’re grinning. Shuffling over on my knees, I take his belt in my hands and unbuckle it. Like you were, he’s already hard in his jeans, and he gets a proper teasing before I get his dick out. I need to hear him lose it a little first. And anyway, I love the feeling of teasing rock-solid cock through the denim, with the leather of the belt so close you can smell it, touch it with your fingernails, feel it’s texture. Mmh.

His first hitched breath comes. I glance at you, you grin at me, reach down and swat my ass, I take it as approval.

He’s standing over me looking down, that gorgeous feeling of submission sweeps through me, magnifying my horn level, drawing my attention again to my cunt. I squirm, wiggle my hips, both hands still on his belt, his denim-clad cock captured between my teeth.

Slipping your hand down between my legs, you discover just how wet I am.

Your fingers dip inside, then pull out and stroke the wetness over my hardened clit. This has two immediate effects on me. My own first moan falls from my mouth and my hands are spurred into action. I need to taste him, I NEED his cock in my mouth.

I fairly rip open his jeans to free him. His cock stands proud before me and I feel so greedy for it, I glance up at him. He’s smiling for a change, grinning at me.

“Go on then.”

It’s more than enough encouragement for me. I take the base of his cock between my fingers and angle it so I can reach it better, then I position myself so my lips are at his tip and I suck-kiss him into my mouth, licking around the end of him, like I did with you earlier.

Watching his face, I balance him inside my mouth, so the only part of his head I’m touching, is his frenulum on my tongue. I lap at it gently, the base of his cock held firmly in one hand, his balls cupped in the other, with two fingers teasing that part of him between his ass and his balls. His lips part, he’s no longer smiling, his eyes close. I lick and lap until he twitches and groans out a breath, the twitching causing his dick to touch the roof of my mouth. He opens his eyes, stares into mine, his intensity thrilling me and he rewards me with another twitching groan of a breath.

You choose this moment to reach around, pinch and pull my nipples hard. I’m well-conditioned, my lips close around his head and I suck the length of him into my mouth slowly, his head sliding deeper and deeper. When my lips touch his balls, I do that thing with my tongue again. He groans out a third breath, pushes his hips forward and you let my nipples go. I keep him in anyway, licking and teasing until I have to breathe.

Two-Cock Action

You’re beside him now. I still have his balls in my hand, I reach out my other and squeeze your shaft. I look up, you’re both staring down at me. It’s so fucking sexy to be getting you both off at the same time. How you’re both looking down at me though, mmh, that’s seriously hot. I’m on fire now, my clit pulses, I shift to spread my legs wide apart, feeling my juices leaking out of me.

I take you into my mouth again, keeping a grip on your cock, squeezing pressure at the base. My other hand slides from his balls to grip his cock too.

I play with you both, I keep switching which dick I have in mouth, bring you both close and pull you both back again. I steal glances, so I can get my submissive self riding high, by seeing one or both of you staring at what I’m doing to you. I want to get you both off at the same time. I want to feel the jizz from you both hitting my body, yours in my face, his over my tits.

“Stop.”

I obey you, let the dicks go. He actually lets a frustrated grunt out.

I look up at you both again, you’re both staring down at me still, mmh.

“Stand up.”

He reaches a hand down to me, helps me stand.

“Step back and spread them.”

I do so, I spread my legs wide. And you both inspect me from where you’re standing. And I feel myself getting impossibly wetter, hotter. My clit has the idea that it can tip me over without any further physical contact, my cunt is aching to be filled, it feels so empty.

“Pity to waste that.”

He nods.

“Don’t move.”

Spitroast

You get the footstool, move it to the middle of the room and put a towel on it. He, meanwhile, circles behind me, strokes his finger up my inner thigh, oh so slowly. It glides, because I’m that wet. He traces his finger along the crease where my bum meets my legs, and I shiver. His finger goes back down again, he traces it through the wetness over my sex and inside me. I breathe out a sigh of my own, it turns into a plea. You look up at us.

His finger leaves and I feel emptier than before.

You pat the stool and I get up on it on all fours, legs spread wide.

You both stare at me again.

“You choose.” You tell him and he does.

I feel his cock slip-sliding over my pussy, my clit. You present your dick to me and I suck you in, deeply in. I’m in slut mode; you know it.

“Uhh, good, good girl.”

Bam!

I’m on the edge, but fighting. I want to release, but my body just won’t let go.

His dick is inside me now, he’s going slow, taking his sweet time.

You’re not though, you start fucking into me and I slip into doll-mode, eyes and mouth wide open, spit running down my chin.

Still I don’t come.

He grips my hips, pushing the whole length of himself inside me, so I feel him hurting me deep inside, his balls kiss my clit, then he slides out completely, so with each stroke he has to re-enter me.

“You feel so good,” he says.

I’m so desperate to come, but still I don’t.

You’re pounding at my fuck-hole of a mouth, your breath coming in the pre-orgasmic hitches I so love to hear. You pull out and paint my face with a couple of ribbons, before pushing you dick back into my mouth and letting me finish you off. I suck you in, circling my tongue until you finish.

He’s still doing his slow fuckery. You kneel beside the stool and grope at my tits, pulling and rolling my nipples. Your other hand finds my clit.

“So good,” he whispers.

I sigh another moan, my body still not releasing.

You slap one of my tits, squeeze it, pinch the nipple and shake it. Your other hand is still busy with my clit.

This fight my body’s doing is pure torture. All of my muscles are taut, and my breathing is a series of frustrated grunts.

Your hand finds my other nipple, you’re rough, squeezing and hurting. His hands are tight on my hips.

Then finally, I tip. I come hard, moaning it out. He pushes himself deep inside, and my cunt clenches around him. He matches his speed to my orgasm, finally stopping his tease of himself and he comes hard too. He holds still, my contractions finish him off and I feel his dick spasming inside.