It wasn’t my best performance. Perhaps I was too eager. Look at it though. Can I be blamed for wanting to devour it?
There were two (TWO. Count ‘em. TWO!) warnings to watch my teeth. (Oh the shame!)
The discussion of tooth removal is going to be revisited I think.
I’m not at all opposed to the idea actually. Eating is highly overrated. ;)
Perhaps the sight of a enthusiastic slut, in glasses and fuzzy pj’s, kneeling between his legs, greedily gobbling up his cock made a couple of tooth-scrapes seem insignificant?
Must have. Cuz, look, there was a prize at the end. :-)
But prize or no prize, my mad cock-sucking skillz are slipping. They say that practice makes perfect.
That’s one option.
They also say ‘spare the rod, spoil the slut’.
That’s another option.
How much you wanna bet Master takes both options?
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…you’ve been down there with your face buried in his crotch for what seems like an eternity, doing your thing, sucking harder than a Dyson. Your jaw has cramped up so bad that you know it’s going to be sore for days and the circulation to your lower extremities has long-since given up trying to reach your toes. You’ve pulled out all your whorish tricks; sucked with just the precisely enjoyed pressure, twirled your tongue in the correct spots, tickled his balls- not too hard nor too soft. You know he’s got to be close to the finish line.. HAS to be… and in your head is that silent cheering section. “Come on baby, give it to me, I’m not gonna last here much longer! Come on darlin’, let me have it, jesus christ man, let it go already, I’m dyin’ here!”
And then he says, his voice all husky with lust and selfish pleasure, “I could have come a dozen times already, cunt. It feels too good to let it end.”
GAH!! What the HELL!
Bastard!
So, do you suppose he’s doing it on purpose; taking me to the end of my marathon-blowjob-skillz only to force that big finish out of me, leaving me gasping and half-crying with come dripping down my chin?
Yeah, I think so too.
Bastard.
Although, you know today as I’m working the cramp out of my jaw and my throat is sore from the repeated thumping of his cock against my tonsils, the whole experience is downright hot.
~cunt
ps. Giving a blowjob with a stuffed up nose is ridiculously, snufflingly difficult. For a moment, when he reached down to gently stroke my hair and rather tenderly asked “are you having trouble breathing, cunt?” I thought I’d tapped into some compassionate vein of his and he’d let me up. But no. He merely tsk’ed sympathetically, and pushed my head back down his cock. *snicker*
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