Friday, June 29, 2012

A blow career SeXStoRY

The perfect blowjob isn't in a dark closet, with you grabbing my hair and f***ed my head down your cock. It isn't short, it isn't sloppy and wet, and certainly there is no f***ed gagging. {Not to say these aren't good blowjobs, but they're far from perfect.} The perfect blowjob starts with a dimly lit room with rich, pungent incense burning by the window. Thick, black satin covers your eyes after a pair of hands has lifted your soiled shirt above your head. These same pair of hands wrap themselves around the waist of your pants and the fingers first undo the buckle of the belt, then release button and finally unzip the zipper. The fingers tug the pants below the hips, past the knees and at the ankles, at which you carefully step out of. What remains left is your underwear, which at this point will not be removed. A gentle push on the back guides you to a firm, lightly sheeted bed in which you lie your stomach on. A pair of knees pins you from the hip, but no weight bears down on the body. You hear the rubbing of hands as it lubricates with a mixture of sweet almond, jojoba, and coconut oil. Four fingers bury themselves into your neck, first on the left side, then sliding to the back before burrowing on over to the right. The burrows are deep as the fingers search for tense spots on your upper spine. Then the other fingers join in, two pressing in, three folding out in alternating syncs as it rids of the day long stares at the television screen. The hands move to the shoulders, kneading and pressing on muscles overworked by the excessive weight-lifting. They travel around the upper and middle back, searching for tight knots to be relieved by a deep press and roll of the fingers. Once the hands reach the lower back, the fingers come together to roll away chronic back pain. It stops just shy of the buttocks, still covered by your underwear. Your body is set free from being pinned, only to be turned over onto your back. Starting once again from the neck, the fingers knead, press, and roll down past the shoulders, over the chest and through the torso. Stopping at the underwear, the fingers pull on the top, forcing you to lift up your hips before letting the rest of the underwear slip to your ankles. Your cock, partially erect, stands. More oil lubricates the hands before one of them grips the shaft with great pressure. It releases the pressure just slightly before it slides up and over the head and back down to the shaft again. Up and down the hand pumps the cock until it works a steady rhythm of slish, slosh, slish, slish, slosh. The other hand presses and kneads around the balls before a salivating, wet tongue replaces it. The tongue lashes and circles around the balls, sometimes guiding it into a soft, suckling mouth to nourish on. Additional saliva coats the balls thoroughly before the tongue rides up the shaft and up to the head. The tongue runs circles underneath it, first in a clockwise motion, then counter-clockwise. Lips cover an inch more than the head and a sucking-slurping noise is heard as the head is tugged by a f***e of wind. At the same time, the rest of the shaft is being pumped by one hand, while the balls are massaged by the other. Pressure builds up inside of you. Nothing. Air. The hands have pulled away, the lips are gone, the dancing tongue removed. A hungering moan pleas for more. The hands, once gentle, f***e you once again to turn, but this time, your knees are dug into the sheets and your ass is up in the air. Not once have you been in this position. The hands return, but this time they rub and cup your ass.The squeeze the muscle and fat before prying the cheeks open to inspect what's inside. A finger runs along the thin crevice of your ass, and it sticks the tip in just to see how tight the hole really is. Then the hand travels down to the shaft and begins to pump it once again. The other hand keeps your ass wide open, with the middle finger massaging the entrance to your asshole. Tongue reappears again, this time salivating itself on your balls,letting it occassionally enter the mouth. Then it moves past the balls but stopping before the asshole, wiggling the tip around the small, dense wall from your sensitive spot. The hand pumps faster, grips harder and pulls you downward into a spiral of sensations. Just when you feel ready to burst, the ease grips and the tongue lashes harder at your sensitive spot, preventing you from cumming. A rumbling groan escapes your mouth signaling the return of faster, harder pumps. Finally you cum, spilling yourself all onto the sheets. You collapse onto the bed, not exhausted but lapsed into submission. You take a couple of minutes to catch your breath, and you realize that you're still quite horny. You lift off your mask to look at me and blink twice. If we had met on the street, you would not think twice of asking me out, buying a drink, or wanting sex. I'm not what you consider attractive- too fat, too dark, too short, the list goes on. But you've experienced something your other partners have come up short on- an extended orgasm. You gulp, wondering if you have to return the favor. You don't. Seeing you on your knees, blindfolded and withering in pleasure is enough for me. And you cumming like you did is a 'job well done' in my book. You are free to go.

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