The Ultimate Blow Job

The Ultimate Blow Job The Ultimate Blow Job

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Giving my girlfriend an opportunity to take matters into her own hands for our mutual pleasure.

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Giving my girlfriend an opportunity to take matters into her own hands for our mutual pleasure.

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Submitted: September 06, 2016

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The Ultimate Blow Job

It was not planned, certainly not expected. Playful conversation during foreplay innocently turned to oral pleasures. (Well, maybe not TOO innocently, because I like to steer towards my favorite subject, but she surprised me.)

“I know what you like,” she said, moving down the bed to sit between my legs. “But you never let me do what I want.”

“And what is that?” I asked, hopefully.

“To suck your cock at my own pace, to do it the way I want,” she said, taking my soft penis in her hand.

“Then, go ahead, show me,” I challenged. Although a purely selfish idea, it was not the smartest thing I’d ever said.

She sat cross legged between my legs, lifting my legs up over her knees, opening me to her touch. One hand slipped under my balls, cradling the sac like eggs that might break, fingers clutching gently. My erection grew immediately in her other hand. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the shaft so lightly that they barely touched the skin.

Then she traced her index finger up and down the underside of the shaft slowly, and teased the edge of the crown, rubbing the finger softly around in a circle. It pulsed under her touch. Then she wrapped her index finger and a thumb around the base and squeezed. The veins bulged on my shaft like tiny streets on a road map. The tip ballooned, the skin taught and sensitive.

Then she leaned over, blowing her breath on the tip, her mouth circling around the tip but not touching the skin. She lowered her mouth down over the end, taking it deeper into her mouth, her warm breath making me throb with need and anticipation. She was in her own world, not caring what I wanted; she was in total control and intent on pleasing herself as much as me.

When she could take no more without touching me, her mouth closed, trapping my against her tongue and the wetness of her warm mouth. She held me there, unmoving, both of us feeling my cock throbbing against her tongue. Her eyes were closed and the hand under my balls lightly scratched them, lightly, teasing the skin.

She moaned with my cock deep in her mouth and I decided I could come just like that, and within a few seconds. Her grip on the base never ceased as her mouth began a treacherous journey up and down the shaft, so slowly that I tried to lift myself, to push into her mouth. Her response was to grind her teeth into the shaft, causing me unexpected pain. She uttered a negative warning, “Un-uh,” and I relented and the teeth went away.

Her mouth worked me so slowly that I felt I would die before I could come; the frustration was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of feeling her mouth making love to my cock, licking the tip, which was becoming more and more sensitive by the minute. She playfully dragged her teeth across the tip, and I gasped with fear and excitement at the same time. She was determined to have it her way. Her hand carefully clutched my ball sac again, squeezing just enough to monitor them. Her mouth finally, mercifully moved faster and faster up and down, never letting the tip slip from her mouth.

I moaned my appreciation, giving my body to her, hers to control and enjoy; I knew I would come within seconds. Or I thought I would. Knowingly, she slowed again, her mouth painfully slow, easing me back from the euphoria that I needed so badly.  She released the grip on the base and put both hands on my chest, raking her fingernails lightly up and down my torso as her mouth sank to the base of my cock.

I could feel her saliva seeping from her mouth onto my balls as the tip of my cock seemed to touch the back of her throat. Then she bobbed her head up and down, a little faster, taking me back towards the crest I thought I so deserved. Just when I felt that coming was inevitable, she moved her mouth to the top of my shaft, her lips holding the tip just inside her mouth, as still as death.

My heart pounded in my chest, my balls ached and my cock throbbed like never before. I was becoming so frustrated that I feared I could not come, even if she let me. But I was wrong. She slid her lips down over the shaft and fucked my cock with her mouth until I could no longer stand it. I fisted her hair, intending to jam my cock into her throat but she slapped my hands away.

Her mouth worked me right up to the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. She never stopped as wave after wave of cum splashed into her mouth and ran down my cock. Her mouth was better than her pussy, slamming down to the base, spitting out my cum and then sucking firmly up the shaft to the tip. I moaned and sighed as my orgasm began to fade, but she didn’t stop.

Her hands suddenly came into play. She wrapped both of them around my shaft, one at the base, using her thumb and index finger, the other fisted above the other. She used them in unison with her wet, sucking mouth. The fist on top touched her lips, following her mouth up and down the shaft.

Then her hands began to twist, each in the opposite direction, twisting as they rose and fell, followed by her delicious mouth. My hands fisted the sheets as she took me back to the edge again, relentless in her pursuit of another orgasm. I lay there, wondering, but not caring why was she still going? Did she want more cum? Did she want to wear me out so I could not fuck her?

For whatever reason, she worked on my cock like her life depended on my orgasm. The sounds of her mouth, moaning, slurping the wetness on my shaft, were driving me closer. When I finally came again, the ecstasy of orgasm was higher than ever, but I couldn’t tell if I even gave her any cum. She removed her hands and let her mouth take over, gently sucking and licking until I went limp on the bed.

She pushed my legs off hers. I looked down at her and she smiled, licking her lips. “That was fun; you should let me do that more often; I’m horny as hell now.”

 


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