Oral Fixations

The call came after midnight. I answered. There was a pause, then a deep voice spoke. “My partner Jay gave me your number. He said you might be up for some company” he said. “Jay said that? I don’t even know you. Why would I do that?” The man on the phone sent me a text message with his image. “Did you get my text?” “Yes,” I responded. “Do you like it?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, “come on over.”

Twenty minutes later I invited him into my apartment. He stood about six feet tall with a lean build. We stood there awkwardly for a moment. I wasn’t sure how this kind of anonymous encounter was supposed to go. I knew nothing about him, and whatever he knew of me came from a third party, Jay, a man I hadn’t seen in many months.

He broke the impasse with a firm downward press on my shoulders. So, I knelt. The man, and he still had’t provided me an actual name, pulled down his zipper, reached into his trousers and pulled it out, formally introducing me to the dick. Now I can’t lie. I enjoy being introduced to the dick like that. Just wave it in my face and demand service. All the shapes and sizes and colors, standing upright or curved, already rock hard or still requiring attention to thicken and rise, I adore the dick.

This dick was quite nice, more than enough to reach into my throat. His dick had an unusually large head on it. I thought it seemed like a kind of crash helmet, no doubt he could pummel a few cervixes with it. He was ready enough. It was fully hard and a streak of fluid was dripping from the tip. I took it in my mouth and did my best to swallow the length of it. He expressed his approval. I pulled my head back and looked up at his burning eyes. “I love doing this for men” I said. “Don’t talk,” he responded, “just suck it. Suck my dick.”

And so, I did. Now, I want you to know. I am experienced. I’ve been taught to service a man, and I’ve studied the dick. Studied dicks like a scholar. I know how to maximize a mans pleasure with my mouth and tongue. I open my jaw wide, flick the flat of my tongue against the back of the dick and glide my head back and forth against the roof of my mouth. I encourage a man to lay back, relax, maybe even fold his hands behind his head while I kneel between his legs and serve the dick. Kick back and enjoy the feelings. I love doing it for a man.

And I loved doing it for this man. He was perfectly still, perfectly relaxed. He might have been in a complete meditative state except that his dick only seemed to grow harder by the moment. He simply watched me pleasure his dick with an intense stare.

I actually feared he might cum too fast. I could tell that I was going to need to prolong this, so I took his dick out of my mouth, inched down and gently took his ball sack into my mouth. I cradled each of his balls with my lips and tongue. Savoring the taste of ball sweat I licked the creases between his balls and thighs. He obviously approved. Without a word he lifted his legs and pulled them back with his strong arms.

I am an eater. I go for the tossed salad. When a man lets me taste the pink ring I put in the work. Backside romance is my thing. I always try to give a man the full service. I am a rimjob queen.

Seizing the moment, I plunged my tongue into his anus, surrounded it with my lips and began to feverishly lick it. “I heard about this,” he said, “I heard how you like to suck asshole. Such a nasty slut!” I responded by taking a moment to thoroughly lick his gooch, that part of a man below the balls and above the asshole. No rimjob is complete without making sure the gooch is not neglected.

Moments later he had me lying on my back while he sat squarely on my face. The squat position allowed the tight ring of his asshole muscle to relax some, so I could dart my tongue into the actual hole, the shit hole. I believe in a thorough job.

And so did he.

“You have a nasty mouth” he said. Standing over me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and twisted it painfully. He spit in my face. “Bitch!” he snapped. He pulled his leather belt from his trousers and snapped it across my back, once, twice, three times. I winced. He wrapped the belt around my neck. “I got something special for you bitch” he said, demanding I open my mouth.

A powerful rush of hot urine shot from his dick and into my mouth. He thrust the head of his dick into my mouth and made me swallow. “Don’t waste a drop of my piss, bitch, or I’ll beat your ass. The stream of amber filth seemed to stop. I gulped it all into my throat and belly. It was salty, hot, and foul. It was dark too. Apparently he didn’t consume enough water. It only made the piss taste stronger. Eventually the last few spurts filled my throat. He was incredibly aroused now, and his dick was so hard it pulsated.

It proved enough. He immediately climbed atop me and stuck it to me, stuck it to me hard and unceremoniously. “Take this dick, slut!” He snarled. “Take this dick, you nasty fuckin’ bitch!” It took just a few deep thrusts, enough to satisfy him and I could feel the searing hot nut spurt inside me, then leak out of my pussy and roll down my thigh. And then it was done. “Fuckin’ bitch!” He cursed as his final shot.

With that he dressed and left as quickly as he had come. I never learned his name. I only know that Jay, whoever Jay was, had recommended he give me a call.