Switchy McSwitchster

May 24, 2008 at 2:48 pm 4 comments

I was on my back and he was above me. I like to be on my back. It’s the way I masturbate most of the time, and it’s comfortable and suits me when I want to be a pillow queen.

I reached up to lower the blinds, but he stopped me. “You don’t want your neighbors to see what a dirty slut you are?” he asked. And I thrilled.

He was wearing his boxers and his hard cock poked out of the hole. He shoved it into my hungry little mouth. I was wearing the panties he likes — the black hipsters with the little white ruffles around the edges. My hand slid inside, and I was slick, so slick down there.

“Can I come?” I asked.

“No,” he replied. God, No can be the sexiest word in the universe sometimes.

“Did you come?”

I had to tell the truth. “A little.”

And he looked at me all disappointed. Disappointed authoritarian. Can I use the word daddy without feeling weird about it?

I wanted him to spank me, punish me for coming without permission, but suggesting it would have ruined the dynamic. And when he’s on top, it’s about what he wants, the same way it’s about what I want when I’m on top — which is most of the time.

I like being under him, I like it when he pushes me down. Not all the time, but right then, yes, that was what I liked. I liked the way he fucked my mouth while I did my best to swirl my tongue around his cock, while I took him all the way in, to the back of my throat where he could make me choke and gag if he wanted, but he was so careful. I know he likes the feel of my lips around the base of his cock, the warmth and wetness of my mouth around him, the slight danger of my teeth.

I’m careful of him with my teeth and he’s careful of me with the gagging, so that when he fucks my mouth and I let him, get excited when he’s fucking my mouth, such a dirty thing, such a thing I’m not supposed to like but I do, partly out of a sort of sacrificial, suffer-for-him impulse, partly because it does feel good to fill my mouth with his cock, satisfies my hunger for him, when he’s fucking my mouth with that intense fast rhythm and I start to gag, he pulls back just a bit.

“Do you want to come?” he asked.

“I want to do whatever turns you on,” I said. “It’s all about what you want.”

I wanted so much. I wanted him to fuck me, to tie me to the bed, to spank me. But I was under. And I gave it to him, the power, the control. I could see he didn’t quite know what to do with it — no, he knew what to do, he’s a straight men, has fucked plenty of straight women, trained to be passive. He knows what to do, but for me to tell him like that, maybe it’s the same sort of fear-producing thing that happens when I know I have all the power and now what do I do with it? It’s all on me! It has to be perfect!

But the truth is, it doesn’t have to be perfect. The less-than-perfectness, the danger of them hurting you in way they don’t intend, that’s part of the rrrr.

And he did spank my thighs, tender and open. He spanked them well, building up, and I moaned and writhed beneath him and only once had to call Mercy, and he rubbed in the pain and kept going. And I liked it. I desired it and was so happy he gave it to me.

He told me he wanted me to come while he fucked my mouth. Which I was happy to do. On my back, him kneeling at my head next to the open window, the shades wide open, with the sun coming down and a light on somewhere in the house, so that if they wanted to, if they maybe had the binoculars or the telescope, some curious neighbor could look in and participate, partake and share of the hotness happening there in my bed.

I slid my finger inside my panties and sucked on his cock as he fucked my mouth, and I came, I did, I came all over the new duvet cover, through my panties, and I’m sure I screamed or yelled right around his cock, I’m sure he knew when I was coming but just in case I rolled to the side to show him the mess. He chided me gently for the mess. Maybe he said, “look at you,” in that admiring way. He loves to watch me come.

“Please come on my face,” I begged, as he worked his cock right next to my hungry mouth and my face, but I was still hungry for him.

“I want it in my mouth,” I said.

“Then you’d better hurry,” he said, on the edge of orgasm.

So I pushed his hand aside with my mouth and I was working his cock with my mouth when he began to come. I felt it building in the back of my throat, and always there the initial revulsion and then the decision to swallow, swallow it down. And I did, milking it all with the muscles of my throat as I felt him swooning above me, his own noises and his own face and I’d reached up my hand under his shirt and placed it flat against his chest, the right nipple, the one I like to pinch, hard, sometimes, to hear the gasp that follows.

But I don’t think I pinched him then. I think I was trying to be gentle and present to his coming, down my throat, accepting what he had to give me.

Neat and clean, swallowing the boy juice.

And pulling him down beside me afterward, to lay his head on my chest.

Afterward was when I pulled off the rest of my clothes, and gave myself a whore’s bath, and changed my panties. Afterward, we walked up and down the strip looking for a place to eat, enjoying the moonlight and the feel of the trees on the walking path in the dark, giving off their tree essence.

I didn’t tell him at the time (he’ll read it here, now), but his come on an empty stomach gave me a bit of a funny tummy. The salad later settled it, though, and the ginger ale.

And it was worth it.

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. V  |  June 10, 2008 at 3:10 am

    I wish I had more opportunities to practice blowjobs.

    . . .

    What are the odds of that sentence ever being said again?

    It iis easiest when I’m on my back like that. Must give more blowjobs.

  • 2. omnivoresdilemma  |  June 12, 2008 at 9:10 pm

    Must give more blowjobs.

    What are the odds of that ever being said again? In general, I’m not crazy about giving head to men unless I know them very well.

  • 3. V  |  June 15, 2008 at 4:06 am

    Well, I’d just like to be good at it and I don’t know how that comes about without practice. I suppose I could go buy a fake one and practice that way but, you know…

  • 4. Rogue  |  July 5, 2008 at 1:40 pm

    Nice.

    I can imagine how you looked as you suckled him in.

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