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Ode To A Cali Courtesan

By: danbury200



This is a celebration of one particular Santa Barbara courtesan. This is a paean to Megan. A whore. A courtesan of the highest order...and a description of an encounter with her and her mouth. 

There are scores of whores here in Santa Barbara. I believe we possess, within our tony borders, some of the greatest whores in the world. 

Whores are divided into two kinds, one on each side of the city. (There's a price difference.) I live a little south of Santa Barbara. I'm in show biz, I have two teen-aged kids, and a happy, stay at home wife whom I love. But I've never found a better hetaera (ancient Greek word for temple whore) than Megan. 

Megan lives in what Santa Barbarians call 'the city' - it's a mixture of suburbs, crowded streets, big apartment buildings, close to the 101. It's not shiny and new, and its buildings are urban on the main streets, suburban on the side streets. Office buildings and condos mix with single-family homes. (It's the cheap side. Prices for whores are 100 dollars less, on average, than in the super rich area -but the service here on the cheap side is actually better. Typical!)

Megan (who was born in Germany and came here when she was a kid -- retaining just the faintest of Teutonic accents - and that's all I know about her) lives in a big vermillion- colored sprawling condo block that fronts the 101 Freeway. 

These towers teem with courtesans. In an honest world, they wouldn't have to hide their services -- they could have brass plaques! But we don't live in an honest world. Well, fine. We can pay for love in peace.

It is not Megan's pert big tits, blonde good looks, or milky white skin that pays her so well, nor is it her open mesh dress, silver slave collar, lack of underwear and heels that are her biggest asset. Nope. It's her amazing sweet manner, her eagerness to please, that lets you know, instantly -- that she is going to be a true courtesan angel -- with an angle. Her angle?

Puppyish eager enthusiasm. 

Now that may sound common to whores, yes? Eager enthusiasm. Smiling. Eager to please. Yet - it is not. I mean -- why should it be? Most people are not eager to please. I'm not. You're probably not. Most whores are, like most humans, just making it up as they go along. Also, they may be more scared than Megan - less smart. But Megan has figured out a whore persona that fits her own - it's her own little genius. A bubbly, panting need to make you happy. What a moneymaker.

Certain sterling traits can define a whore, and bring her business -- and they are great qualities to have in life, not just whoredom. 

Megan's angle, her selling package, is this eagerness -- it makes buying this courtesan's talented time, once in awhile, an act of therapy for me. I'm willing to state that as fact. Doctors, shrinks? Not for me. Vivacious whores? Yes.

Yes, I am European. So sue me.

Today, when I arrive at 3 PM, Megan seems ecstatic to see me. (Whore job one -- done)

As she offers me crudités and a glass of wine (her trademark), rather breathlessly, I have to admire this blatant steal of Marilyn Monroe's domestic seductive feminine avidity -- well, it is just genius -- and yes, part of her courtesan talent is that you really do believe she really feels that eagerness. Is she a great actress? Sure! The best whores are. But it's also (I theorize) because this eagerness to please her customer sexually is tapping into real elements of her real personality. She's a people pleaser.

The result is a wonderful whore experience. Her sweetness is a balm. In this desert ocean city, where few folks are nice about anything beneath their blonde, bland good manners, Megan is a professional good girl.

Megan's apartment is totally decorated in black -- but it's tasteful, and somehow, perhaps because she's German, techno-cool. Clean, shiny furniture, but not much of it. And no personal effects at all.

Megan somehow manages to hides her profession from her neighbors-- the hallways are big, long, angled -- like a giant hotel - a panopticon made for sin. There's no concierge, no one watching the front door. 

Of course, you do only pass four apartment doors on your way in, then up a discrete fire stairwell that apparently no one uses, to get to her second floor pad in the corner tower. 

I think the building has other whores too. Because I had been bemused to notice, as I came up the walk, another guy, a rocker type in a trench coat with long, silky black, clearly dyed hair, pacing in the open-air lobby with his phone to his ear. JOHN should be stamped on his back. I'm guessing he is seeing another whore in the building. It's a funny world - the world of secret sex. Maybe there are ten whores in the building. Maybe the whores like the building and have formed part of the building association.

Megan has a living room, office, and a bedroom, (and a sweet cat who is shy). It's barely furnished, though she says she's lived there for years. I'm not sure of the truth. Is it a fuck room set? Does she actually live somewhere else? I don't think so. I just think she's got her life divided into neat compartments. Whores tend to do that. 

Now begins a happy two minutes of chatting -- she wants to know about my day. She dashes to her e-mail, back to me, gives me a tongue kiss, then another deeper one, probing, then back to the fridge to make sure I've got a cold enough drink, she's all aflutter with excitement that I'm here. She's more naked than naked in that mesh sheer dress with her tits peeking out above the scoop collar. She has on a silver slave chain necklace, heavy. She's got an athletic body, a little fuller than slim, but not chunky -- just nicely muscled. I've always been into the Dark Lady syndrome; my loves are usually sullen, skinny, bohemian types. Megan is their exact opposite, their photographic negative -- blonde, blue -eyed, big breasted, with the excellent size and shape of a Bavarian bar girl's chest. I'm not a huge boob man, but Megan's are undeniably great. She's 5 8, curved, with a big set of astoundingly natural tits like nippled headlights. She loves to show them off. Rare in this fake tit world...

She also has a pretty, hairless pussy, but it isn't very visible. It's as tucked away as her personality is bubbly and extroverted - charming in the extreme. Because I'm pretty sure Megan doesn't enjoy 'normal' sex much with guys. I know she doesn't have a boyfriend. She laughed when I asked. And she's also eager to bring in another girl. "But" she laughs, "I will still want to be on the bottom." Megan would be the sub to the girl, too. The girl knows her talent. It makes her a fortune that she does.

Our chat is fun -- it's pleasantly piquant to have a conversation about the day's politics and events with a statuesque, nearly naked blonde in a mesh see through dress, her tits perkily poking through, the nipples coming through the knit diamonds. She has on nothing below, and her near pastry plump ingénue legs are bare to her clacking shoes. Delicious.

One surprising fact about whores is that they are often very smart. Megan is very smart. She's interesting. And interested. We trade jokes -- and she shows me her new computer. Quickly she composes a special effect in Adobe Premiere that I admire, and we both laugh. I think she might want to be an editor, but she never presses me about this, thank goodness.

Suddenly she breathily asks, "Can I suck your cock?"

This is great whore-ship. Superb salesmanship and avidity for the job. 

"Sure," I smile, "but let me hop in the shower."

That's only fair to a whore who is about to have your entire body under her sucking mouth.

She nods and runs to get me a fresh towel. I love being able to simply state what I want - and have it heard. Obeyed. It's part of the fantasy I have bought. (You can't do that with a spouse, if you want to keep a healthy marriage - I know this from my very long marriage - ha!) So to see such happy obeisance and service is part of the delight of Megan's act -- an act that pays big money precisely because it can be hard for someone to offer it. Megan knows how.

So, Next, I shower, and wash completely. I'm in good shape. Alas, I'm in my forties, but I work out with weights, surf, and I'm lean. I've even kept my still not graying head of hair. Of course I don't look anywhere near as good as your average twenty something, but I have done a good job of preservation and I've kept my form -- and I'm pleased that I don't gross myself out -- because I'm about to watch my body in mirrors.

My pleasure is starting even in the shower -- as I imagine what is to come. 

I have had Megan before. In fact, just a few weeks ago, I had quite deliciously come in her mouth. I'd emptied my cock into her suckling mouth as she ate it. Again, Megan had long ago decided to specialize and make money on this particular affinity, and it is part of the secret of her amazing success as a courtesan, and why she gets paid so well. I am a successful commercial artist myself, of a kind -- so I appreciate great commercial art. And Megan's blowjobs should be forever ordained as timeless in a series of Quattrocento frescoes.

So. Today, I am planning on coming in her mouth again -- and the certainty of it makes my dick unfurl slightly in its circumcised sleeve as I soap it. Soon it would be in her hot, needing mouth and the anticipation of that certainty -- again, not something you get in real life very often, that certainty of good sex with absolutely no strings attached - well, that certainty feels best of all. Anticipation -- part of the courtesan art.

When I get out of the shower, I wrap the towel around my waist, do a cursory towel off, and pad lazily back out into her living room.

I walk over to the sofa, and she says 'oh, you're still wet" (from the shower) and laughs "I don't want you on my beautiful paisley couch wet."

She quickly starts toweling me off from behind. It is true, I see, she does have a really elegant, black and white paisley velvet couch. It is almost incongruous in the anonymity of this living room, but I'm all for preserving its beauty! Especially if it comes with this erotic towel off. As she pats me, she begins to stroke me and make little mewling noises, stropping my bare legs and back with the towel and then kissing my neck. 

I just stand here, naked, while she towels me off, all the time whimpering excitedly. 

Of course she is acting. But so? It is GOOD acting. It was very erotic, very hot. 

Megan takes several long lovely minutes at her toweling, and she sighs in pleasure as she runs her toweled hands over my legs and butt.

She is sighing with pleasure at touching my body, and as she does I can feel the heat pooling in the head of my cock, a slight tightening of foreskin, peeling back, a little arousal. 

I am completely at ease now, or almost entirely so, and that increases the pleasure enormously. I so enjoyed being toweled off and touched erotically; I can simply enjoy Megan as a whore instrument, as the physical source of my pleasure to come. I am pulsing with lust and appetite, and best of all, I am totally relaxed. And I am right to be. Everything is going to be wonderful.

How often in your life can you say that?

I'll tell you something else you may laugh at, but it's absolutely true. Mouth fucking Megan has made me a happier, better person to others. It has helped me be a better lover to my wife. Believe me or not -- this is true! And just watching Megan work? Why, it is like standing in front of a Titian painting. (Well, if the Titian model was also sucking you off.) Pure visual pleasure.

As she towels me, she glows with happy sexiness. Murmuring sweet nothings as she works, and little hushed sighs of desire, she now steps forward a little to rub around my front. 

Megan's body is part of her whore-dom art, and as she dries me, she stands to the side and I can see her body in the living room mirror - and what do I see? A big-titted, nearly naked blonde, bending at her lithe, muscular waist, arms tensing with her happy work, her hands massaging as she works a towel over my body, kissing my spine occasionally, even licking my neck. I survey her languidly over my shoulder -- her natural big boobs jiggle. They are a happy genetic legacy of her German heritage, but I have to say I love the rest of her natural body too. It's got a nice white milky pallor to it -- I've come to love that. Her best features are her eyes and lips -- together they give her a sweet coquettish sexiness, a promise of pleasure. No one part of her body is spectacular, although the more I see of her fantastic tits, the sexier I think they are.

As she works my body, one foot coming up in her heel, I see that her legs, too, are that selfsame pellucid ceramic white -- her round little bottom tight, her stomach muscled -- lovely little muscles defining her waist. Now, Megan is not some stunning 22-year-old model whore -- she's a nice, slim, late 30's MILF. Truth is, she could be a nurse -- a hot one --and in a regular dress she'd be pretty enough to want to pick up in a bar, for sure. She's not a model perfect 20 something model whore, but those types don't seem to offer the same kind of eager service she does. If they do, well...bring them on! 

Megan has a range of talents, but she's chosen to concentrate her studies in one area. Yes, she is such an avid lover of man meat, such a fabulous cocksucker -- I am already so enjoying watching her eager desire make her mouth coo and form an 'o', her arms strain to please me as she massages. Every part of her body strains to please you, to relish your sexual skin...it's sexy. She even puts this desire into simply toweling you off. This is an art, too -- and her eagerness powers ALL of her range of talents.

Eagerness to give. Part of why it is sexy is that it is so politically incorrect right now for women to be eager sub slaves. And I approve, philosophically. Politically, and personally, I am ALL for strong women - why not? I understand, historically, the unfairness to women in this world. I am all for equal pay for equal work, no sexism at home OR in the workplace.

But speaking honestly as a man, unless you are lucky enough to hook up with the rare woman who enjoys daily sex -- and wants it regardless of any small fights or spats you've had that day, who needs it with the male appetite, well -- there is a gap between what men and women want sexually.

Sure, women want sex. But it is one of 20 things they want. Sometimes they are as big in their sex needs as men, but they are far more variable in their desires. We men? We are more boringly focused on it. For men, sex is number one or two.

Vive le difference!

This gap between the sexes? It has always been filled by mistresses and by whores. Frankly, as a man, the best situation is to have both a mistress and a whore. it is necessary to have both, because the mistress is sometimes as hard to woo as one's wife, yes?

So to have a whore is a consummation devoutly to be wished. And puppy sub whores are, for me, my taste. Fashion or politics should not dictate a lack of appreciation for puppy subs! We cannot let the style of the day persuade us to neglect whole genres of whore talents! It's a rare art, being a good puppy sub whore. That's part of why Megan can charge what she does. When one buys an erotic experience, you are buying your own dream. That's part of what makes it hot --whether you are a man or a woman.

You may disagree, but I am convinced many enlightened, progressive strong women would love to be able to choose and buy precisely the kind of sex they want --if they were assured it was safe, (in all ways) and discrete. Many women have big dick fantasies and many others have fantasies of being eaten out for hours by a fantastic pussy sucker. The point is -- everyone's fantasy should get served by great whores - who are well paid. Some johns - male or female- would want all other varieties of kink -- just like all people do. We are an Obama Coalition of Everybody In Kink yeah!. Women should have the right to whores, too. If we made women feel really safe, objectively, about it, and not shaming -- I think women would enjoy prostitutes.

Well, enough pen see, yes? Let us return to the flower of the day -- my puppy sub whore.

So she dries me off - making little mewling noises of arousal and satisfaction. By now I am simply relaxing into her ministrations. She doesn't, as she polishes away, ever come near my penis, but rather simply stays at my legs, buttocks, and back. 

Finally she is satisfied with the toweling and sits me down gently on her couch.

As I sit down, of course, I am totally naked. As I settle down on the couch, I lazily spread my legs apart, sprawling, while she stands in front of me.

She gets on her knees to crawl between my legs. She makes this a beautiful event, too.

Now I am a guy and I love my cock - it's a nice size and length, and as Megan kneels before me, I enjoy displaying it, as it lays on my lower belly, washed and pink and clean and very un-hard, but feeling wonderful.

Do you ever look down to see a lover eager to please you? It is a sexually magical moment, it's vestal temple whore experience. 

Megan can, like a great actress, milk this moment, too.

Swiftly, and eagerly, she suddenly crawls forward right up to my cock, putting her hands on my legs, sighing heavily, hungrily, then quickly moving her head forward until her mouth just grazes my cock. She stops for a moment, and gives a soft sigh. Her eyes at cock level. Inches away.

My cock is still un-grown, but it is already plumping a little.

I watch her slowly move her hands towards my cock, trailing her fingers up my knees softly brushing, stroking a little. 

Her mouth is now inches from my penis, which is still quiescent and coiled against my pelvis, leaning down to the right, visibly growing in anticipation of the close ministrations of her mouth...now getting so close... 

Her eyes focus on my thick unhardened penis with desire. My penis, still mostly in its cowl, now uncurls a little, and actually moves a half inch, edging along, hopping along my belly like a snake uncoiling in the sun, dragging its growing head along slightly from the pressure behind. It can feel her fast breath now. It reacts happily, another tiny millimeter of skin stretching out, un-wrinkling.

She moans, her hot breath washing my foreskin and belled head of my cock, it's thickening 'German helmet' growing bolder, trying to nuzzle against her.

Again, I know it's an act. And? It's a fantastic act. It's a Maria Callas kind of performance, comrades. A Whore Opera. If a woman ever truly desires to know how to keep a man forever, she need only learn to do what Megan does so well -- right here. (Of course, many women DO know how to do this, but they think it demeaning, or too much work, or that no man 'deserves' it, or that they would not do it well. These may all be great reasons -- but they are also why a whore like Megan is in business.)

It happens quickly, but I see it as if in movie frames. Her lips are now open.

Her mouth is not heavy lipped, but her narrower upper lip is sexy when it curls -- and her mouth is the color of her nipples -- a kind of dark strawberry color. Her mouth has a pleasing curve when she smiles, the promise of cock sucking. Oh, Megan is a la Giaconda fellatia, as we would say in Italy – and a Russian poet (and I know a few) would describe it as a 'moue roué'. Well, Nabokov would, anyway. I wish I could write a LOLITA about a fellatrix - I am trying my best here, my friends...forgive me my lack of eloquence...

I now see the blonde bangs shift forward, brushing my cock, as her head bends down towards the cock. Delightedly I watch her naked collar bones widening in obeisance as she does so, and as more strands of blonde hair fall across my dick, I feel her hot breath, then cooler, then hot again, then butterfly like, as her slippery pointed tongue tip paints the wrinkled foreskin with hot saliva, the first touch.


Ode To A Cali Courtesan Ch. 02



 (this is a sequel to Ode to A Cali Courtesan, and takes place, as did the prequel, in real time. Thank you. These recollections are attempts to freeze a particular time, forever. Danbury 200)




My spent cock still deep in Megan's mouth, I lie back on the hot bed, nearly unconscious from the dramatic, wild sucking off.

Utterly drained, dick stiff but rapidly dwindling, my eyes closed in some of the deepest pleasure I have ever experienced, as I indolently float on orgasm pleasure, I can still feel, wet, warm, and softly mouthing, Megan's working lips, continuing to nurse my softening, cum benumbed tool...

It's as if she were still hungry, and THS is the conceit I am amazed and amused to witness! I offer it to you here as a kind of paean to her amazing skill set!

It is as if she has gotten nowhere near enough of sucking, of cum, even as her lips grip and regrip the dwindling tool, as her throat swallows and swallows...

I reach down and stroke her head and she coos, but almost plaintively, as if she had been expecting more cum. Considering the amount I just pumped into her, that's hard to fathom.

I am not complaining - not at all. Just amazed she has the stamina.

She holds my softening member as if still famished, her lips working with hungry dedication, staying on it, still softly moaning, her groans vibrating through my softening, still drooling tool as it slowly retracts into its snake cowl of foreskin, almost sore with delight.

I am stoned from orgasm and floating, and usually at this point Megan leaps up and is ready for me to go.

But not today...no, today will enter a kind of pantheon of heavenly cloudy dream histories, one of the handful of erotic dreams that is all a man will have left (or woman, either) to remember, as if by lightning flashes, till the end of their eros life...yes, this is a Hellenic remembrance, an ode -- I was not kidding you, I take my titles seriously!

Today a kind of history will be made, writ large by this gorgeous blonde amazon of cock...this handmaiden of Art itself...this perfect temple whore...the vestal queen!

And if you doubt me, then read on and you will see...

I simply float on cum sucked dopamine, and feel my cock, on its mat of fur, is resisting her reluctance to let it go...she tugs at it, worrying it like a puppy eating taffy, working her tongue all around the slackening foreskin, keeping her hands at her side, moaning softly and with nearly irritated appetite that more cum is not issuing from the piss slit, incredibly still hungry for cock and come.

Softly grunting, she keeps softly soothingly sucking at the deflating head, smashing it with her lower lip and tongue, her lips nibbling, fish-like, at the shrinking mushroom head, the sperm dripping from it onto the ridge of cock helmet, the tongue coated.

And she does not surcease after the usual minute or so.

I think I drift off for a few minutes, but when I come to again, I realize hazily as I look down my body, eyes half closed...that she's still nursing it softly. As I drift in and out, I feel the warmth of her matted blonde hair on my belly and my shrinking member, and can feel the not unpleasant, soft, milking, insistent vacuum of appetite, her cooing persistence, mixed with suckling drooling sounds, as I drift, daydreaming, coming down off my dopamine high.

Remarkable.

She croons as she now takes slow, long, flat-tongued licks of my belly and hips, but always returns to the shriveling cock, now tonguing the sac that is also spreading back down onto my thighs, losing its tight-bagged tension, pancaking out.

As if to celebrate this apres-denouement, the sun comes in the window through the flat space between the sunshade and the balcony wall it illuminates her blonde hair, and the cock itself and her mouth.

She shows no signs of stopping, and it feels too lovely to stop it myself. I do wonder what this renascent hunger is...but not enough to stop her...god no!

Instead I look down and enjoy this most unexpected coda to a cum.

It's totally mental, this erotic stirring in my mind -- for my cock is dead numb, sucked off and out.

The bed is bathed in the light from the late afternoon beach sun, a Courbet-like light of crimson and gold and blue. She remains busy at her task.

As I wake fully, I prop my head up and see, now, spot-lit, the cock falls to one side, glistening, sticky, a stray pubic hair now going into her mouth without protest. She seems to welcome the scratchy length of it, the coil. And she lick lips from one side of the tube to the other, she noses the accordion of lax foreskin, sniffing at it inquisitively, softly protesting its deflation, the cock head squishing lazily under her working mouth, the foreskin beginning to swallow the whitening helmet, but as it does she takes a new, re-needing grip of it with her wet, bruised mouth and sucks the head back out of its cowl with a moaning pop -- and she keeps pulling the head out with the sheer vacuum of her lips, making it pop in an out, a bubble rising on it as she drenches the cock with the cum spit that she still hasn't swallowed.

The sun glints off the sperm that glazes her cheek, off the glistening head of the dick itself, turning cream colored now, losing its purple hue, it's tube shape drawing in...being pop-sucked in and out of her mouth like a plopping se slug, a fat but sleepy serpent, and indolent and nearly formless, a big meat sack tube.

This is Cleopatra quality post-cum worship. No, more! I doubt very much even Cleopatra equaled what this amazing Teuton is lavishing upon me today -- you be the judge!

As she continues ministering to the slowly drooling, still stiff but slackening and softening, penis, I'm barely able to raise my head to look, I'm so drained and so high on the wild orgasm to which she's sucked me.

Finally I see that she has stopped and is raising her head from my cock.

Peering up at me dazedly.

A long string of cum drool remains stretched, seemingly frozen- between her now swollen mouth and the sheened foreskin of the cock that lies like a flattening cigar on my belly, a string that trembles but does not break as she now talks, her eyes still concentrated and narrowed with her own bliss. Her eyes closed against the sun but not leaving its spotlight.

"Hey, baby," she murmurs.

I smile dazedly up at her. Her face looms over me like a beatific cock nurse, glistening with drool, cum, smeared with juices from her hairline down to her chin down to her neck. She is smiling like La Giocanda...and the eroticism, the rank raw animal sensuality of the image is powerful.

She looks down at my cock, back up at me, her eyebrows raised slightly. She bites her bruised lower lip, the remnants of lipstick smeared along the edges.

She sighs, and flushes a little bit.

"Can we go again? Or do you want to rest for awhile first? Cuz I am hungry...so hungry..." She dips her head, and licks the cock from the base where it fits against the balls all the way to the tip, then mouths the head suddenly, lifting it off its belly bed and giving it a ravishing suck, before dropping it again, and mewling softly like a kitten against its wet length. Cum drips out of her mouth.

I am too dazzled by this disply of avidity to immediately reply. 

She smiles hopefully, her head bowing a little.

"I'm so thirsty today, Roger," she whispers, and giggles and looks down, flushing with comely embarrassment.

I'm amazed and not a little bemused. It isn't that I don't believe her, which I don't, of course, it's that I am astonished at her work ethic. Her performance. That she has such stamina and can paint such a portrait, just after such an amazing display of sex hunger! That there is more in her!

Of course, she is upselling. She would like another hour of money. But she's never done this before. That's why it is novel.

I crook one elbow and sit up slightly, to look at the digital clock in the porno screen corner of her big display.

It's 3:50 and my hour is almost up. You don't mess with a whore's standard hours -- it's a sacred clock. And yet here she is, still at it! This is not just unusual, this is unprecedented.

She's never done this before - asked me to stay. It's not an unusual whore ploy -- they call it 'multiple pops' in the ads, but it's new between me and Megan and she must realize it, because she grins slyly.

"Appetite, Roger, somehow you have whetted today, " she whispers, and grins, shyly bowing her head back into the wet curve of the undercock.

I chuckle. I want her to at least sell me a little bit. I pretend I don't understand what she wants.

"You could make me come in ten minutes? Again? Darling, not even you have that capability. The spirit is willing, but my cock...well...he just came."

She simply looks up at me wide-eyed.

"Honey, yes, it is of course good to have the financial affirmation -- I love that so, but...the truth is...today I am genuinely horny for cocksucking and I want to drink him more, " she says hoarsely. "Drinking your cum was so good, but...but, oh, honestly, I am still so thirsty."

I sigh and lie back, loving the upsell.

She nods vigorously, her tongue coming out to lick at the rope of chin drool and sperm that connects her lips to my quiscent uncoiled hose of cock.

"Honey, you taste so good today, you have obviously eaten well, but I have learned to go with the flow, you know, and I am so into sucking your cock today - it would be a shame to waste this feeling, Roger, oh GOD." She stares at me, almost anguished. "It would be a SHAME to waste this hunger of mine, it doesn't happen often, I'm not lying about this."

She trembles as she lowers her head and licks the limp cock with real relish, sniffs it deeply closing her eyes, and now looks back up at me with near mischief in her dazed looking eyes.

"I'm the guy, huh," I say, gently mocking her.

She looks up and smiles.

"I espeicially liked," she whispers, "the way you mouth fucked me at the end." She giggles. "Just using me as your bitch, darling." She licks the foreskin. "Can we please do more of that?"

I sit up slightly and light the joint she's laid out on the table. I hardly ever smoke it but today I want to. 

Especially if we're continuing, and it very much looks like we are. Megan really knows how to convince me.

I take in a deep breath, eye her wryly.

"So this is to be a joint effort, a plaisir de mutuale."

She giggles. "So yes. You know that of course sometimes I am not into a customer, but I think you know I love you and your beautiful cock, monsieur. And you would have to do your part."

I raise my eyebrows in fake outrage. "Me? Why should I have to do anything if I'm paying?"

"Because you want the best of me, you know?" She looks earnestly at me, cum still gleaming on her open mouth.

I have to laugh. Of course I've already decided to give another hour here. I've had a good month. What better use of my money could I do? Fund my IRA? Buy some stock? Please!

It's just unusual, the way she wants another hour. I don't think she's ever asked before.

And I don't want to appear to give in so easily. Megan loves a challenge. Indulge her!

"I'll need to check my I-Phone," I say.

She nudges at the cock with her nose, panting. 

"I will get it for you," she whispers, but she makes no move to leave the bed. She puts her pouting lips just at the belled, shrinking slit of the head, and sucks in the cum drool and smacks her lips, dropping her head slightly in delight, eyeing the cock with nascent hunger, sniffing at it, even while looking hopefully back up at me, a puppy with a toy she hopes her master will allow her to play with.

I smoke another draught of weed, staring down at her in surmise -- and I admire, even more! Her dedication to the almighty dollar coupled so strongly to her obvious natural desire to please - such a synthesis of talent and avarice is a wonderful thing. Synergy, I believe they call it in business. I call it artisanry at the highest level - and she's just upped her beautiful commercial art - again!

It is a banner day. I've never done a 'double' with a whore before - let alone Megan. She's expensive.

And yet...she does seem particularly into her work today...it's curious...I wonder why...and why not take advantage of it?

I look down through the curlicues of marijuana smoke at an erotic scene worthy of a Turkish seraglio etching by Durer.

She now takes the tips of both her forefingers and puts them on either side of the slackening head of the cock, pulling the hose upright, as if worshiping a totem, stretching it like taffy, supporting it on either side upright, so she can address the helmet head with reverence and tense, famished concentration.

I'm going to pretend I'm not convinced - I just love to see her sell her cocksucking skills and she seems to enjoy it.

The head is drawn up and smashed together, nodding sleepily to one side as she smells it, as if an infant unwilling aroused from deep slumber, the mushroom cap slanting, the piss cum slit leaking.

Her eyes stay on the cock as she pleads softly into the head.

"Let me watch you as you rest, Master, and slowly makes more cum in this beautiful cock, coming up from this marvelous sack of balls." 

She lowers the slack penis, letting it fall to one side, and her devilishly pleasurable fingers now trace lightly over my still pulsing scrotum, butterflies of tracings, sparking...flitting, teasing, flirting with the bag, fingers fluttering, hovering...

Megan is working herself up, her hysteria is like a self-stoking combustible fire, one of the best parts of her as a whore.

"OH, oh, please let me caress this pipe, the beautiful meat, while it rests and store up more cum...let me stay here with your cock, oh please - eat your meat again and again...oh god!"

Closing her eyes as if in ardent pain, she pushes at the middle pipe of cock, then up, a narrowing rope of drool rivuleted down the belled, in-drawing mushroom head, whose top she now uses her fingers to twist slightly from left to right and back again.

She looks so serious now. Her cheeks glazed with drying, sexily whitening drool and cum, her mouth working, her tongue coming out to whirl about the cock head, basting it, swirling it around as if decorating a pastry, smacking her lips, giving it one last tongue lashing, and then, dramatically, she just removes her hands, to let the cock fall onto my belly.

She stares at it, cries out, and now, with just her head, she now bends down and, using only her mouth, she sucks up the worm of wet cock just with her lips, and it disappears with a slithering, worm-like wriggle, into her mouth, her cheeks working and hollowing. 

She holds it in, sucking, but now suddenly drops it almost all the way out of her mouth, deliberately letting it almost fall out, but then at the least millisecond catching the side of it as it falls, the skin stretching out as she holds it just by the side foreskin, now holding it in her mouth like a mother cat holds a kitten by the neck, the rest of the cock hanging down, dripping onto my thigh.

The cock hangs there, sleepily, stretched, just by the collar of foreskin. After a few relishing moments, where drool slides down onto the limp, stretched taffy of cock, she then lets it fall back onto my belly, drenched with more drool. 

She does this repeatedly, each time adding to the glaze of saliva on the roll of bouncing, re-sleeved, pale cock. Each time she gives a little moan, watching it bounce when she releases it. A cat toying with a flesh mouse, the slit still leaking little tears of clear cum from the touseled open sleeve, circumcized top. 

She yearningly watches the cock as it rolls to one side, then the other, although it's so close to her she has to practically cross her eyes, but it's as if she can't get enough of watching it bounce.

I let my legs fall open, to give her better access. I'm enchanted by this cock play, even if only mentally. Physically my cock is numb.

"I want to watch your cock lie across your leg as it rests, Master," she breathes, her 'r' sounding harshly erotic. 

She keeps softly rubbing her cheek on the quiescent cock, then letting it fall again. "Just stay here with it. It lies here so pretty." 

She coos, and nudges it with her nose.

Her proud demonstration that she has truly learned the art of worshiping soft cock. I had taught her this, after all.

Jesus!

"Just to be with the cock," she moans. "Just... breathe in the cock smell." She takes a long inhalation.

I am so enjoying the sales job. Let her keep going!

"Oh, Master," she sighs, looking up at me. "Just...look at this penis," she murmurs. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?"

She holds it up in the sun like a shining sea serpent she has plucked from the ocean foam, a gilded, rope of gold gift she has brought to me, proffering it for a full minute, staring down at it in rampant delight. As she does, she continues to paint the now-somnolent meat roll with spit from her tongue, basting it, letting the saliva bubble and pop along with the traces of cum from the orgasm, all the way from the slit of the head down to the root where it nests into the sac with a wrinkled angle of sticky bag skin.

"A pretty picture," she groans.

Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder! Ha - but she seems entranced, and that is what matters, LOL...

She pants a little bit. Drops the cock back onto my belly.

Hovering over it.

"Look at it," she says, almost to herself. She frowns, one hand snaking to her pussy. She begins to grunt and move in a frig, her eyes worshiping the snake as she does. Isis...Osiris...

Moaning, slightly foaming at the mouth as she nudges the cock with her nose.

I watch, fascinated. Lying back and forgetting the ruse of the I-phone.

How can she give such a performance after her athletic suck, the wild frenzy? She has another game in her? God!

Only the truly talented enjoy demonstrating their art like this. Her sheer professionalism overwhelms me.

"I'm so hungry," she whispers to the slit at the wrinkled cockhead, the ring of foreskin turning back to red and lightening up into pink-blue as it rolls to one side again. She blows on the rod and I can feel it drying, tightening the skin as it does. She blows hard enough to move it slightly, which takes a real chuff. Then she breathes in right above the marbled foreskin.

"This heavy meat. So MAGNIFICENT! And- I will make him hard again eventually," she murmurs into it. "Turn this rod hard and red and make him SQUIRT for me. Roger, I WILL eat and drink from this cock again!"

I have to laugh, finally.

"Megan, darling, you've never upsold me before. Should I be flattered? I guess I will be."

She glances up at me, giggles unashamedly, and smiles above the glistening cock, the red dome of the split glans fading now, the bottom of the tube already parchment white again, strands of gluey spit connecting it to her chin and cheeks.

She shakes her head stubbornly. "He is what I need to drink from, Master, he is the master, too - "

She noses the cock, smiling, eyes shining, petting it with both hands, trapping it and rolling the slackening darker band marking the upper foreskin, lolling against it now wooingly.

"My strong and masterful sweetheart," she whispers. "My liebchen."

Now she looks back up at me from just over the cock, keeping her face very close to it.

"Also? Like I told you." Her face is child-like, wide-eyed, every inch the innocent. "I'm so horny today, Roger, I - I am SO in the mood - doesn't that count for anything honey...that I truly just today want your cum so much again?"

"So this really is an act of charity on my part to let you suck cock?"

She smiles wickedly. She licks her honeyed lips, and slurps at the head of the still drooling cock, the cum still roped along one side of it where she's left a little bit.




Ode To A Cali Courtesan Ch. 02



She lowers her cheek affectionately against the cock, and lets it stay there...

"Do you remember what you taught me, Roger?" she asks innocently, raising her eyes briefly to mine and then turning her cheek in to suck slurp up the cock and then drool it onto the belly again, then peering at it quizically, then up to me.

She really looks high from the cock itself, eyes over-bright and alert, iris's pinned.

I open my eyes a little wider, trying to focus on her, still in a dopamine cum haze. It's a worthy picture!

She is smiling at me, a sheen of cum on her lips that hang open now, the interior of her mouth a glossy coat of cum.

"Every bit," I murmur.

"No, you can't. You CAN'T," she pouts. "Because you haven't ever really seen what you taught me how to do. Roger. Don't you want a real suck...this cock NEEDS it...a real suck up from being soft. YOU taught me how to worship a soft cock, Roger. But you've never let me show you fully how I do it."

She shakes her head as if she can't make herself understood, almost an anguished need to say it again, to make me get it.

"I...NEED it...I need it...can't I show you how to hunger suck a cock, to milk him all the way, not just once, that is not really it, no..." 

She sighs and with a swoop, takes the cock into her mouth, just the head, but now gathers in more of the un-hard mushroom head with two more little sucks, until she is holding him all the way to the mid-pipe, her tongue working softly to clean the whitening, still retracting from its hard cum, hose. She continues to let it fall away from her and then quickly dipping her head to try and catch it again in mid-air, or at least trying to. Most of the time it falls and bounces on my belly. Sometimes though she does catch it. When she does capture it, her lips batten on it happily, gathering, and as they do she moans with pleasure, making my cock vibrate, and as her lips hold the cock, she also tongues the cock, the foreskin wrinkling, the head popping up and out from sheer vacuum, the purple ring of foreskin band emerging in a bulge of skin on the bottom, hanging down out of her lower lip like an open sack top that spills a lake of drool, dripping off the glans.

Have you ever had a day where the luck and pleasure just kept running? Where someone amazed you with their passionate skill? We all have, but they are rare.

It did happen on this day and this is why I am writing this really long pensee...I honestly do not ever want to forget. Honestly, I doubt it will ever happen again like this.

She now stretches out her whole body, flattening it against my lower legs, hugging my spread thighs with her outstretched arms, her lips wet with cock juice curling upwards. She noses the soft pipe of cock, letting the hood of the foreskin roll up over the corona and back down as she nuzzles. 

She uses the water bottle to sustenance her in between sucks.

Soon, there are tiny little puddles of drool all around the lying cock. She works her mouth into the side bag, balls rolling against her cheek, just working softly. I rest my hand on her head as she slowly tongues my sack from the side. Soon I can feel the saliva reaching my asshole, wettening my crack, running onto her bed. So much for her coverlet!

She stops, sighs, and moves over to lean down onto the floor and pick up a new bottle of water.

This time she drinks long and hard from it, as if preparing for a sporting event. As she glugs the water, her breasts are covered with cum and drool, she is proudly naked -- just gorgeous. An Amazon of sex. I wish I had my phone so I could take a picture -- a goddes of love -- a Quattrocento La Giocanda of oral sex!

Art! I will fight you if you try to tell me what I am seeing today is not art -- because it is! We simply aren't a mature enough society to enshrine it as such. But for those of us who know, we do and we can! 

I celebrate this perfect cocksucker!

She now puts the bottle back down and lowers her mouth onto the cock, her arms embracing me again around my legs, finds a strand of cum at the base and her tongue unfurls around the pipe, cleaning it up. She drops the cock to concentrate on smacking and tasting her lips with the sperm on them.

"Meat sucking," she sighs, and gurgles, swallowing a little come. "From the head. I need to drink more."

"Good lord," I say, stretching.

I am delighted I still haven't agreed to stay -- it seems to stimulate her to ever higher attempts to show me passion.

She got her arms around my legs, trapping them together, her hands fastened behind my hips, my cock just switching from one side of my thighs to the other, shifting against her soft nipples -- they were hard before but not now. She moves down my thighs so her mouth can eagerly maneuver to catch the belled cock head again in her mouth, snuffing it, worshiping it, moving it just with her lips to and fro playfully, hungrily.

"He's dead now, sweetie." I say again. "But where there is cock, there is hope."

She giggles.

I lift one leg up, canting it, and she is forced to let go of one thigh. She clamps her body onto the other one, and her hand goes to cradle my balls, still vibrating from having been emptied. She dandles them softly.

She catches the falling head in her mouth, and now moans, vibrating my cock.

Her head raises after a moment, her lips smeared, her eyes narrowed with cock lust.

"Roger," she says crossly, "I KNOW that he's tired now. I WANT to wait and let him rest. Let him rest up and then I can come to him again. Because what you seem to fail to understand is that I have a starving desire to suck him dry."

She widens her eyes and watches me even as she tilts her head and licks under my balls. My entire crotch is her banquet, her mouth sucks and licks everywhere and with fiery hunger.

"Not sure," I murmur, stretching out. Playing coy with her. 

Her hand teases at my asshole nuzzling, playfully. I raise up my legs slightly, moving my ass an inch off the bed.

Believe me, she is NOT cheap. She should earn this double fee, yes?

She smiles mysteriously, sucking the cock into one side of her mouth.

"You should let me clean him more anyway, just give me a few minutes of cleaning time, oh, pleathhh. " she lisps, tonguing all around the head, still probing.

I just stare, fascinated.

"Mauh" She plaintively cups my cock with her hands, and suckle-slurps it in and out of her mouth rapidly, drool slickening it afresh.

"I just pumped a gallon of sperm into your mouth and you are still hungry," I say huskily, wonderingly.

She arches her back, tossing her hair, bowing at the waist, juicing at her crotch, grinding herself, eyes widen as she sways from side to side, coming up on her hands and knees over the penis, just staring down at the cock.

Playing cross with me back. A game.

"I TOLD YOU, Master, that I'm STARVING still, darling...starving for the juice from these big balls...I know there is more in there, I can feel the juice...these big balls are still heavy, honey..." her last words are theatrically anguished, as she stares down at my scrotum, a burlesque of need and hunger.

Head bobbing, she works herself into a hunger sperm frenzy yet again. Rolling to and fro as she crouches on all fours over my crotch, she now squeezes her mascara-ringed eyes shut, and gulps my balls back into her mouth, my hose falling onto her cheek from above, now she is pulling the still heavy sac into her sucking mouth as deep as she can now that it is retracting...then lets it fall out with a slithering sound onto my belly with a plop, the balls spilling out and down onto my damp thighs, which with a sigh she celebrates. She whips her hair back and then falls on the cock again, as if famished.

Again, she licks at the still heavy bag of balls, drool in all the wrinkles of the bag the nuts rolling easily in the wrinkled sack with the nudging of her tongue. She moves the balls around in the sac with her loving tongue, slowly, groaning as she does, pushing the blonde hair that falls damply onto the cock away, impatient at anything that impedes her access to my cock and balls.

"Oh these big balls, bull balls," her voice thickened by the scortal meet against her lips, "I want to milk them every day, darling, I want to wake up and pull down your underwear and smell cock and then go get a warm cloth and place it under these balls to warm them and make more sperm, and then I can milk you with on a special milking bed, oh, god, cock in the morning, twice at least, just milking milking cock. Let me be your COCK MILKER."

I groan. I can't help it. She's just too good.

Under her ministrations, the ball bag rolls langorously, each ball moving inside with its sheen of spit, the liquid running down the sac and forming a drool beard -- and she gives a little joyful murmur, and then presses her forehead into the nearly flaccid length of cock above, the hose stodgily absorbing the pressure, wriggling to one side, her nose sniffing harshly now, more demanding, and by turns she looks frustrated and omnivorous.

She murmurs into its flaccid length. 

Now looks up at me for the final sales pitch -- the extra hour. Lovely yellow straw hair is plastered against her forehead, her mouth peeks through a curtain of it, eyes framed in it.

She almost frowns.

"So, this is my plea, Roger. You don't pay me if you don't come, Roger, okay? But you have to know that I'm starving to suck you dry." she cries.

I laugh.

It's 4:03.

"Well," I say langorously, and truthfully. "I've got a girlfriend waiting for this cock, Megan, and if I stay it'll be useless to her for sure - so if I am giving it to you instead, and paying for the privilege, too, you had damned better make it worth my while."

With a soft cry, she beams -- and now, with wild idolatry in her eyes, she picks up the cock with her two forefingers, forking it into her mouth, laving it and licking the tube till drool gushes down onto the band of skin that connects it to the slackening scrotum, the big bag flowing skin down along my thighs, more drool coming from her mouth -- mixed with my cum.

Her fingers rake through my short pubic hair, making the cock stand up again, twistingly, rolling it in her hands like a stick, then pressing down onto the bag, lifting it up and scooping her fingers underneath it to make a kind of tent that is now covering her little fingers in a curtain of veiny skin.

She looped her hair behind her ears to get at the cock and balls. Her shiny face is just a big sticky mess of spit and cum.

I suddenly realize that she hasn't swallowed all my cum. She's kept a pool of it in her mouth! Clever amazing whore. She could give any woman lessons in how to seduce any man on Earth. What power she has!

Slick and glistening, the drool mixed with cum falls sparkling out of her mouth onto the curved, insensate, deadened from orgasm, middle pipe section of the curled up dick, then runs onto the belly muscles.

'You're going to have to suck all spit you're drooling there back up." I upbraid her.

She nods, her rough blonde hair scratching my thighs. Getting sodden with the cum saliva.

"Roger, oh, please," she groans. "I was hoping you would say that, thank you master. Meat sucking with the cum, oh, Master please, let me worship you and bring you back to hardness. No matter how long it takes. I WANT it to take a long time. I want to worship the soft cock as you have taught me."

She moves the cock all around the belly with her nose, nudging it like a bird playing with a worm. She puts a lank wet loop of her hair behind her ear.

"No more clients today?" I tease.

Her eyes glance up at me, miming alarm.

"No, but even if there were I would want to stay with your cock. He is my Master, true."

The still dead slack cock, benumbed, goes back in her mouth reluctantly, and her tongue washes softly gently all up and down it, crisscrossing...which is actually too much for right now -- my hose still benumbed by the incredible emptying and her hard sucking.

I lay back down, still exhausted by the come. Her sucking has no physical arousal power right now -- for God's sake, my cock has already been in her mouth for 25 minutes and he just came!

But I'm totally amused and amazed at Megan's entrepreneurial spirit.

For a solid minute I just hear and feel the glug glug of her mouth vacuming the still softening cock.

"There won't be more come for awhile," I say, lazily putting my hand down onto the top of her moving head, just feeling it go back and forth as she sucks.

"You've sucked me dry." I say pridefully. (I've come three times today now, but I'm not letting her know that. The truth is, I don't believe I can come again, but I will enjoy watching her try.)

She nods, and I feel my cock stretching in her mouth and now she lets it out, just nibbling slightly as she murmurs, pecking at it all along its length as she speaks softly, never looking away from it.

Her voice is a soft whisper.

"That is how I want it, sir. But I can feel more cum in your ball sac, Roger." She lifts up one ball, holding it in her open palm, sighing as she weighs it, "I can judge that there is so much cum left for me in your wonderful sac, and the seed of it that is gonna get sucked out, oh I am SO starving,"

Her mouth travels from cock to bag meat, licking obscenely, taking big strokes of scrotum, poking into it with her tongue so that it depresses the bag and forces the balls to roll to the side of the bag like a pair of apricots in a sack that is being pushed.

"I need this seed inside this wonderful pair of horse balls, I want it to come from there down through this hose and out this magnificent glorious dick head oh!"

I pull her hair in the back, making a wet ponytail out of it, manipulating her head as I do so to make her a kind of mouth meat sack for my dick.

She licks the cock pipe up and down, pausing to especially tongue at the hooding foreskin, the penis head wriggling and squishing under her pressing ministrations.

The cock keeps slipping off her tongue, dangling from one side to the other...like a worm resisting a hook...

"- and I know there is more to suck in, more to eat from you, more more more in these magnificent organs, this warm bag that tastes like you, and more from that beautiful ass of yours, and even more things that...things that I want to drink and eat from you, oh GOD..." she whispers between soft lipped kisses all over the cock and balls.

She rubs her head against my wet penis, up and down, like a cat rubbing against its master.

"Just let me stay down here while you rest. While HE rests." She stares at me earnestly, her legs flexing, bowing, getting herself excited as she kneels and weaves over the dick. 

Her tone is soft, pleading, coaxing.

No one's arguing. But that's the beautiful point of theatrical passion, yes? 

"I really just want to give you a chance to rest, to stay with your cock here while it just lies and rests, oh such a cute lovely thing, the rod right here, I want to smell it and wait to drink again. Want to WAIT ON IT." 

Her groan is low and pulsing, and she idly starts up licking the top of the flesh tube where it joins the base of the helmet. Her tongue traces the helmet ridge in a dome shape, up and over. Then again. Her nose straining against the pink meat, wrinkling. 

She is mentally inflaming me with renascent lust. It is about the patience she has to sing a complete opera, not just an aria.

She rolls the cock meat in her hands, her mouth annointing it periodically, but also she can praise it this way as she stares at it.

"Smell and taste!" she cries. "Oh, and I can smell and taste it till then. It's my secret wish to drink you dry. To hold on till you make more. I'm starving for this meat and the milk that comes from this meat oh yes," she whispers. "Roger, you taste so magnificent, you make me so thirsty to drink more from this meat pipe. Sweaty and good, this cock smell."

She presses her face, the left side, down onto the cock worshipfuly, moving it slowly back and forth, flattening the slack, white sausage of un-hard meat into a wide fat smashed, red-banded worm flattening on my belly, giving a little moan, then rises back up, lifting up the near formless tube of cock with just her tongue, levering it off the pubic hair like a earthworm tweezed in pliers, and licking it slowly over every square inch, the head rising from the puddle of drool and sperm, a worm in the rain.

She looks at the tilt-tipped cock's mushroom head hungrily then up to me then back to the slit, where a little white gluey string now quivers from cock slit to the edge of her bottom lip until her tongue comes out and caresses it and the string snaps, the cock head bouncing as the come rope goes snapping into her mouth like a rubber band, her lips smacking, eating it like pasta. 

The cock bounces on my belly when she sucks it in and then lets it go. It tilts to the left side and she noses it, pushing it to the right, delighting in how it bounces every time it plops out of her mouth.

"You'll have to tell me more, Megan," I gasp. 

Frankly, now it's just the turn on that I want, who could know this magnificence is possible? This fetishization?

She nods.

She talks into the cock, relishing it with her eyes.

"Oh, Master," she says with girlish breathiness to the cock. "I ask only that you let me worship you from the tip of your gorgeousness to your root, let me lick into your balls and then down into your crack, let my tongue go all the way into your asshole and tongue fuck the asshole, oh god while I smell your cock from above, oh god."

I stretch out, enjoying her ministrations.

"Juice," she whispers. "Juice. Cock. Juice."

"Indeed," I say. Still loving to watch the effort.

"Cock starving cock starving hungry! Suck" she murmurs, and gives a little cry.

Her hands circle the cock and lift him up, the glistening retracted head the focus of her blue eyes. The back of the head where the skin ridge extrudes as the sleeve of circumcision corona is peeling back more, the band of foreskin band-boxing the shining ridge of the helmet bottom -- and she murmurs.

"Om shanti, master," she murmurs. "Oh."

I sigh and lay back, my left leg opining out, my thigh scissoring open.

As if she's just seen a curtain pull back, she cries out at the cock again, her head excitedly weaving over it.

"THERE you are, master!" she sighs, and stares up at the fallen cock, the head off to the side, utterly spent and cooled with shining drool, focusing on the slack tube with owlish, wicked child eyes. "I know you need to rest. And also? Oh, Roger, listen to me!"

I look down at her.

She sighs and blushes. "Can I tell you a confession, Roger? I want to watch you piss, I want to see this magnificent cock pissing, I want to see it and hold it and see it -- this beautiful pissing cock!" 

I didn't know she could shock me.

"I want to watch the piss come out of this pissing cock. Oh GOD!"

She sucks the pipe back into her mouth, slithering it up, it jerkily dangling and reeling in like a warm hose, as if she were dying of thirst in the desert and had come across a pipe of fresh, cold spring water -- already drinking from it as it disappears into her lips with a hiss.

This is a totally new offer, and I'm amazed by it.

And bemused, though not convinced -- Megan's acting has finally crossed the line of credibility here -- because she's never shown the slightest proclivity for water sports, which has always seemed to be an impossible desire for any girl but at the same time, just the fact she is offering it is a huge turn on, which surprises me, because it's never been my thing.

But her sales ardency is convincing, if nothing else, and I do know that Megan loves to bow down to cock, and when someone is performing, they are into their own theatrical performance and it builds on itself. Showing me her desire is part of having her desire, yes...so sweet. 




Ode To A Cali Courtesan Ch. 02



As if to underline this drama, she now spits cum out onto a lush, luxurious looking bath towel that she's cannily concealed near the foot of the bed. Hardly the behavior of a girl who wants to drink piss, I note, almost laughing, but still -- one has to admire the sheer theater of this. She wants to do it on a supplying of services level if nothing else and I appreciate that almost as much as if it were real. More, actually, I love dedication to any skill.

Grandly, this consummate actress moves slowly down my body, her lovely, split ass viewable in the mirror on the far wall, a muscular apple ass whose two halfs are spread in ministration over my legs, still no pussy visible --and now she nears the end of the bed, and even as she keeps licking, she actually gets off the bed, kneeling at the bottom of it. 

I watch, from above, as she sucks my toes into her mouth.

I'm still far too spent for this to get me hard again, but it's quite a sensation, having a mouth on one's toes. Like a licking fish when you've put your feet in the water.

What's gotten in to this amazing whore? The spirit of pure mercantile need? 

Well, yes. I'm the lucky guy. Sometimes we are simply lucky! 

Almost no customer gets this from a whore - I can tell you that -- I don't care if you pay $5,000 an hour, you do not get this. Only from a passion artist could you ever get this. Women, men, take a lesson. This is the lover's highest art. Whether paid or no. 

As she gobbles on my feet, she stands up enough to get her left hand to crawl up my leg and encircle the head of my penis again, tensing and incensing on it, the plum head extruding with each rhythmic squeeze, exposing itself above her little white fingers. An ooze of cum from deep in the cock. When she sees it, she cries out and clambers back up my legs up for a moment, sucking it all out with a wild moan. Once again her head at my cock.

But it hurts my just orgasmed penis a little too much right now -- it's not feeling sexual yet for her to suck the tender meat, so I push her back down to my feet with my left heel. She goes willingly back down, once again falling to the floor and taking my feet in her mouth.

Once there, her mouth resumes licking, this time basting my feet all the way to my ankles, darting, dedicated. My feet are wet now. She takes pulls from the bottle of spring water on the floor between licks.

I decide to test her. She has, after all, been the one who is offering the service. Can she really sell it?

"Tell me more about the pissing." I murmur.

She nods eagerly, her face gleaming as she looks up from my feet.

"Auh uh huh YEAH. I...I will...I will hold your gorgeous cock while it pisses." she says, her voice almost shaking, both hands now squeezing gently on my ankles, her eyes adoring my cock that dangles and rolls to and fro on my belly as she rocks my legs gently, twisting them back and forth, making my dick move back and forth so she can follow it fetishistically. Her eyes on it obsessively and she occasionally sucks on my toes, still watching the moving cock.

I push at her face with my free foot and she takes in the sole, licking.

"Don't come back up and suck on my cock, it's too tender."

"Yes sir. But...I NEED to see your pissing cock. Oh, please, master."

"Mmm hmm." I say. Desire itself is the ultimate artful conviction, the thing that will push you into agreeing, into relishing what you want. I like that she is volunteering more than the act itself -- Her solemn look, her dedication, all in her lowering eyes.

"Roger I won't suck but let me come back so I can look at him, PLEASE," she moans.

Without waiting for my assent, she now crawls her way back up my legs, hugging my thighs tightly, her face once again hovering right above the cock, staring down at it as she talks into it...

"It's my job, my duty, my deepest PLEASURE," she says earnestly, "to take everything from this magnificent cock, to clean it and service it in every way, Roger it's my passion to do it and when I think about holding it and watching it as it pisses it makes me so full of need and desire. He is my MASTER and I need to worship him in ALL ways, don't you think? I almost don't dare to tell you how much I want to do this! Oh, please. Oh, PLEASE..."

All I need to do is witness. That's the beauty of real art. 

"The scent of cock meat from you is so beautiful master!" she sighs. "You smell like only you can with your own hot wet meat, master, your cock meat smell, it is so perfect, so wonderful, so your own I could smell your cock... oh master I could smell your cock, even without lights even dark!"

She stares up at me, straining forward, miserably missing the sucking, she shows me.

She is forlorn without cock, this is what she is showing me, as forlorn as Madame Butterfly who is missing her navy captain, the famous aria, my muscular German whore is passionately singing her coluratura to cock!

"Can't I just softly do it, oh please master I will remember myself." She looks like she's about to cry. "Can't I taste him a little if I promise, oh I PROMISE to be soft."

"Softly," I say curtly. "Or you're going to be slapped."

With a thrilled cry, she sucks in the head, milking it in and out as if already milking it of piss. Her efforts almost too hard until I have to reach down and softly slap her cheek to remind her to be gentle.

My goodness...

"Mmm hmmm," she nods, and her grip lessens a little. Her lips stay soft, even as they tremble with lust.

I can even feel my drained cock begin to stir slightly. What powerful man could NOT this woman have? Why is she not the wife of a Senator? (Although both of our California Senators are women. One is an idiot. But I doubt either of them sucks cock well. Although who knows?)

She cups the cock again, pointing the head down, burlesquing the pissing angle...relishing it, rolling the head slightly back and forth.

"I want your need to piss to take awhile to come out...yes, I want to drink at it, to bite at the stream... " she murmurs, her cadence half slowed. "I...I need that to take awhile. I'll be on my knees beside you, kneeling next to the toilet, watching the piss arc out, dreaming of having the cock hardening again, watching the piss, watching the piss....maybe take my hand if you'll let me, hold the cock up, the head of it still drooling piss, oh, Master, then I can clean you, then I can clean the wet head. Lick the dripping piss off the end of your beautiful cock head as it hands down, I will suck all around your foreskin, oh...god..."

Where did she get this fantasy set of scripts? Well, her courtesan experience of course.

I murmur. "A consummation of the pleasure."

"Uh huh, uh huh."

She closes her eyes and re-sucks my cock head in and out now a little too violently. Her eyeliner has run onto the planes of her cheekbones.

"I want to drink it," she cries, "I want to lick it and suck it while it pisses, oh Master, please! I want to take nectar."

This I don't need to believe, I don't want her to do what she does not want to do, I accept it as theater, no more - but I love it for what passion it shows.

I pull up and rest my foot on her left shoulder and she bows her head, accepting the foot on her shoulder submissively and happily. Her right hand snakes up my leg and her thumb pushes gently at my wet asshole, not going in -- she knows I wouldn't like that -- but just tickling.

"What else, lovely?" I ask, deciding to push her. "What else could you offer me this afternoon? Should I be willing to pay for it?"

I admire her industriousness as much as her eroticism and want to hear more.

She doesn't reply, genius that she is. She is too busy with my asshole, beautiful creature!

Only her gorgeous, now drenched, designer coiff of messed up hair and the top of her forehead is visible above my half squashed cock, her mouth pressed against my asshole, her tongue working.

It works into my asshole itself, spearing into the ring of muscle, harder than it has ever done before. Frustrated sublimated cock sucking? Perhaps. But once again she is a little too hard and I'm considering kicking her away when she pulls away slightly on her own accord, with a slurping shudder.

Her bright eyes blink. She's concocting.

And now she answers me.

"You could punish me, sir. Oh please. I know I can suck too hard. You have to school me. I need it." Her mouth and eyes wryly wrinkle, and she cuts her eyes at me coquettishly.

Beginning to make my cock stir again...

"And how will I do that?" I ask her.

Her bright eyes come up just above my slack, rolled over cock. Perfect.

She is her own best Muse for this stuff.

She raises a little more. Her wet head grins coquettishly.

"You will have to leash me up, Master. Do you want to walk me on my leash? Take me to the bathroom?"

Just to underline the eros, she now lets drool fall out of her mouth onto my scrotum as she speaks, staring at me with wide, doll like eyes, as if she doesn't know what just happened. She just stares, the wet saliva rope swinging from her lovely firm jaw line. Dazed. Her eyes go down to the cock, and she makes a little whine.

A wanting, starving cock slut.

What an artist.

I laugh.

"Well. A good girl like you must have a leash."

"I do." She blushes and manages to look embarrassed -- not easy for her.

"Fine. Go get it."

She hesitates, and then licks my ass again, and then nods.

"You know me too well, Roger," she says, clearly happy at the idea. She clambers off the bed. Humming happily, she goes to the chest of drawers by the door with the single, cheap clock on it, opens the top drawer and brings out a heavy silver chain, almost the gauge of the chain used to pull cars out of ditches. 

She holds it up as it clatters.

Modeling it.

She has decided to reveal her full bag of courtesan tricks today.

Novelty makes money, too.

I love seeing the dull metal chain sparkle against her ivory colored, statuesque body, the heavy tits reddened through the mesh of the short little body stocking she has never taken off.

I wonder if she could produce a full suit of armor from that drawer. Probably!

I've never seen her open it before.

I like this upselling, I do!

"Do you like this one? Or - "

She holds up a pink dog leash.

"This one?"

'No, the heavy chain."

"Yes, sir. And for collars, Master?"

She raises a chrome metallic dog choker - something for a big blood hound or shephered. It clinks seductively.

I chuckle.

"Yes. The heavy dog choker, honey. What impeccable taste you have."

She smiles happily.

She puts it around her neck, fastening it behind as her heavy breasts quiver. They are streaked with drool and cum and that simply makes them sexier.

She now pulls out a small silver chain choke collar from the drawer, too.

She fastens it on herself, too. 

Whores love overstatement in dress and fashion.

And a triple necklace now, along with the original heavy slave collar she wore when I arrived! How au courant. The latest thing in Brentwood, I have noticed, land of the domesticated housewife whore mixing with the real whores at the Peet's Coffee and Tea on San Vicente -- what a clash of like worlds is there, ha! Did you know there are more brothels in the Brentwood and Westwood corridors than any place else in Los Angeles -- every other gorgeous girl at the Whole Foods pushing her cart, every other lovely at the Starbucks with her lipstick and laptop? They are professional cock suckers -- vive la West Side!

She comes forward two feet, then stops, stares at me, then down at the cock.

My lithe slave girl. 

She cries out to my cock. That's the only way I can think to describe it.

"Cock," she sobs, staring at my open legs, at the penis that lies flatly on my belly.

"Cock."

She reaches out with the leash. She is still looking at the cock, but she is holding out the leash to me.

I raise my hand and she comes forward with the leash, but I shake my head.

"Hang on, Megan. Stay right there."

"OH, master PLEASE. Please." Her eyes are bright.

I stretch out languorously.

"Take your shoes off." I order. "What I'm going to do to you next requires you not be wearing heels."

God knows what I even mean by that. The order is all. I just want to see her take the Jimmy Choos off.

Shaking with joyful happiness that she can comply, she drop kick flings her shoes off, and they clatter away into the corners, unminded, flinging them while still looking at my cock. Groaning. Licking her lips.

"Now take off that dress. I want you completely naked now. I'm going to debase you, beautiful."

"PLEASE!" 

I love watching her struggle to get the tight, wet mesh dress off. There are so many collars, so many chains. As she writhes to do it, her blonde hair gets caught in various things and i adore watching her disassemble her outfits to get the dress off. She whimpers as she does and gives me short glances to make sure I'm watching.

As if I wouldn't!

Finally she is free of the dress and she stands up right, holding it in her hands, panting a little. She leans forward, letting her hair fall forward, wet, and then flipping it back, as if in a pool, so that it is now all behind her. She looks like a S&M fashion model, something from a seventies fashion spread. Amazing.

She is totally naked except for the collars, leashes, and various chains wrapped and swinging along her big curved tits, her muscular legs and hourglass waist.

Those tits are just magnificent, I decide. My next girlfriend will not be a skinny, sullen little Modigliani stick. She will have some meat on her bones, like Megan. 

I light a cigarette from the pack by the bed. I have never done that but I want to, and why not?

"Now get on your hands and knees. Right there. You're going to crawl over here to me. Slowly."

She now nods and gives out a series of little cries...and now she drops to the floor.

She loves it. She makes arabesques of genuflections there on the floor, dipping her head, pushing her body against the carpet.

She begins to crawl her way back to the bed. But she stops every few inches to slavishly bend again.

HOW she comes towards me -- it's such art.

Never has she done anything remotely as glorious as this.

Because she now makes a total production of coming to me. 

The chain drags along the carpet with a bumping sound, but now she pauses and lowers herself all the way to the floor as if doing the downward portion of a push up. 

She is genuflecting again. Her mouth open, drooling.

Her breasts are brushing the wooden floor and she keeps stopping to smash her body onto the floor in obeisance.

I watch, fascinated.

"Beg me as you come," I murmur.

Her head nods, even as her body stays on the floor.

"PLEASE! Please punish me, Master. please!"

"I'm still not sure if you deserve it, this punishment," I murmur, delighted to see her weaving head, her magnificent tits swaying abjectly, the slave chain clinking against the floor, her head swooping down in obeisance.

I stretch and swing my legs down and put my feet on the floor, still sitting on the bed.

"Crawl here. Slowly." I order.

She stops herself from moving quickly, and shakes her head. Moving deliberately, often stopping entirely, she begins crawling on her hands and knees, her chains clanking, as she eagerly and submissively crawls towards where I am waiting, legs open, feet played.

As she comes forward she pauses several times to dip her head, to weave in a floor-scraping figure eight with her entire body, demonstrating her prostration for me, her total servitude in that weaving, bobbing mash against the floor, her nipples dragging on the carpet.

She crawls forward after each bobbing weave.

Her open mouth drools onto the carpet as she comes.

I can feel my cock stirring. What magnificence!

Soon she is between my feet, between my spread legs as I sit on the side of the bed.

She bends down, and licks the tops of my feet.

I grab the leash chain now, toying with it.

"Up," I murmur. 'Enough of that. Get up to my cock."

She nods frantically. "COCK!" she cries out.

She rises from between my legs, her head coming up even with my drenched, dripping, quiescent cock. I hold it in my hand loosely, in the palm, presenting it to her, exhibiting it, displaying it.

She cries out when she sees this. She tries to come forward instantly to suck it.

I push her forehead back as she strains to get to the cock.

I keep dandling the cock, sleeving it with my open hand, showing her first one side of it then the other. 

She comes up on her haunches, then back down, over and over, her thighs tightening in a display of arousal, her head following the cock as it lies in my open palm. She licks her lips and groans. My hand presses her back, on her forehead. The mouth working, drooling, below...mascara has reached her jaw line.

As I display the cock she tries and strains to get at it. 

But I don't let her.

I pick up the pink leash now too, wrap it around my hand along with the heavier slave chain, and pull her neck forward slightly towards my cock.

I love this look, too. 

I palm the cock, holding the head up to her, exhibiting it.

She swoons as she looks at it.

After a moment, I let my cock drop to my thigh.

Her eyes follow it, and she drops her head, too, almost sobbing with frustration that I am keeping her from it.

"Don't torture me, give me dick," she sobs. "Don't torture me, give me the dick. Let me EAT it!" she cries. "Master let me EAT IT PLEASE..."

I slap her.

"I told you you were to be debased."

She nods, sobs and nods again. "Oh, please," she whispers. "Yes, you are the master, oh please debase me, Roger, please..."

She sobs and tries to suck my fingers.

"Debase me, Master, as you see fit..."

She is on her knees on the floor, almost prostrate, her blonde hair a disheveled, sexy mess -- the expensive hair cut blown out and mopped, her blue eyes nearly crossed as she looks at my dripping, fallen to the left side cock. She now puts her hands on my feet, warming them, keeping her eyes at my cock level, the chain swinging and clinking softly.

I once again pick up my cock, and this time I fist my cock, presenting her the shiny, soft head.

Her own mouth forms an open 'O' of desire as her eyes follow every movement, every jack of skin.

"Beg for this man cock."

"YES! Give it -- give me your wet meat, oh master oh master, I want to watch it, I need it to come forward I need it in my mouth I NEED TO TASTE YOU, honey."

The whole time her head and body has been straining forward. 

"Talk to him, he's your boss, too."

"Hello, Master,' she whisper. "Thy will be done. I want dick juice and please let me hold you while you piss, master. Oh beautiful cock, you please, you send me to my knees, oh Master, I am prostrate before you. OH GOD," she looks up at me, "Please can I have him, oh, Master, please!"

And now I loosen the leash just slightly, and she rushes forward and her mouth engulfs my cock and begins to suck, only the head peeking out above the top of my fist.

Of course she does it too hard. Is this design? She yearns for what is happening, I can tell that.

Once again sucking far too hard.

I frown and slap her, and yank the chain back.

"You've forgotten again. Your lessons, you silly, stupid girl."

She nods sorrowfully, pulls back, the soft cock falling from her mouth. She eyes it ravenously.

"Yes, Master," she nods, "I am sorry I am sorry this time I will do it right, oh please give me another chance, it's just that when I taste it something happens, I can't control but PLEASE PLEASE give me ONE MORE CHANCE..oof"

I rest my left foot on her shoulder, pushing her till she folds back on her knees, resting on the carpet.





Ode To A Cali Courtesan Ch. 02



She grovels under my foot, bending down.

Sobbing.

"I am sorry I am sorry give me another chance, too hungry, so need to suck please please please...."

"Do you want to worship this cock? Then be gentle. Obey your orders, Megan, do not try to go too far, too fast."

"Please please please let me make up for it, sir..."

I put both feet on her, one on each shoulder.

"Let's try it again, darling," I say. "But lick my ass first."

I take my feet off her shoulders and spread my legs, resting my feet on the edge of the bed, ass displayed for her.

She rushes forward, her lips and tongue annealing to my ass, licking frantically.

I let her do it for a few seconds, then put my legs back together, forcing her head down below my legs until she is almost crouched on the floor next to the bed.

I spread my legs, dropping my feet to the floor so she is between them.

Now I'm on my back on the bed, quite comfortable, but my legs are still hanging over the side.

I put a pillow under my head so I can watch her when she comes up.

I can feel her licking my feet.

I tug the leash. 

"You were not told to do that, honey. So. Now come up, and just smell my cock. Don't touch it yet."

She comes forward with a cry, putting her hands on my knees, eager, but I yank the chain warningly.

"No touching!" I order.

"Yes sir," she moans. "Softly. Yes sir."

Leaning into my calves and knees, her breasts brush at my thighs as she bends forward to get at my cock, but her mouth doesn't touch -- she obeys my order.

She simply begins to sniff all around the coiled worm of wet dick. I feel her panting hot breath on the hose.

When her hair falls forward she instantly loops it behind her ears, knowing that she wants to display for me her obeisance without a curtain concealing it.

My cock is shrunken down now to almost detumescence, but it is covered with cum she has drooled back out on it.

She nods and weaves as she coos near the cock, her nose taking long sniffs of it, her mouth opening but not touching it. Groaning, doing another figure eight with her head, sniffing over and over.

Her left hand plays with her nipples.

"I want to drink him," she murmurs, right next to the slit piss head. Eyeing it.

"I'll decide that."

"I know, but Master, PLEASE LET ME TASTE HIM! PLEASE!"

"This time you'll do it right or I'll whip your tits with my belt."

"Yes sir!"

"Go slowly...do you hear? Go ahead. And keep your hands behind your back as you come forward."

She does so, crossing her arms behind her.

She bends forward slowly... and he reverently now finally begins to tongue it. I keep the leash tight and this time she doesn't suck too hard -- at least not yet.

She carefully restrains herself. The leash helps. The wet, limp hose flops messily from side to side. Appearing utterly uninterested in this hero worship.

I love watching this buxom blonde kneeling on the floor next to the bed, spread out prostrate before me, her long neck bending as she frantically succors herself in servile abjection that clearly turns her on, head coming forward without the support of her hands, which she holds in either wrist behind her. Bowing before the swinging, swaying cock that flops down to receive its due, its worship.

I watch in the mirror for a minute. Wishing I could film this to remember, but noting that I will write it all down. 

As she gently tastes and smells cock, I turn my head. I light another cigarette from the bedside stand, and she seems excited by this inattention, this mastering of her so completely that she is a mere head to be used for sucking. I take a few deep drags, and look out the window, as if bored.

She groans in ecstasy.

I chuckle.

She groans again.

I cancel that meeting too.

Due to the temple whore at my feet.

As I tap the cigarette in the bedside table tray, I notice, for the first time since I've been in the room, that there is an easy chair, an Ekornes leather chair with by the sliding door. It's long and architectural and it looks very interesting.

And I have still have 45 minutes.

Suddenly I decide that that will be my destination. I want to watch her suck cock and worship dick while I lay on the recliner. It's visible in the mirror. What else could it be for?

I pull her leash tight, so her head must come back off the cock. Saliva spills out of her mouth as she looks up at me with dull fervor.

"I didn't do it too hard, master, and you promised!" she wails.

"Hush."

I get up off the bed, and fisting the leash, pull her along.

She eagerly scrambles on all fours to walk next to me.

As we head for the recliner, I revel in the sight of this gorgeous, heavy-titted, drool streaked whore's pale milk skinned body, leashed and at my side, her hair slanting onto the carpet as she moves, doggie style.

It was a good thing to get her totally naked and chained up. It suits her.

I've never even been to this side of her bedroom before. The recliner looks clean and cool.

I simply lay down on it on my back, and the brown leather is a little harshly cool on my naked skin, but soon it warms.

She attempts to clamber onto the lounge, too, trying to hug my legs and get over me so she can suck more cock.

I snap the leash, jerking at the choke collar, and she pauses, her leash wrapped up in my hand. 

"Sit on your knees at the end of the chaise, bitch," I order her, lightly snapping the leash, and tapping where I want her to sit with my toe.

She sits instantly down, folding back on her naked haunches. But she gives a little frustrated moan.

She waits at the end of the recliner, as I adjust myself in the chair, getting comfortable.

I clear my throat. Decide where I want her to be.

"You've been too bad a girl to get cock again right now. And you don't deserve to suck on my feet. So. A little foot rub, darling, is in order. Go ahead."

Instantly she obeys.

I watch her muscular body as it kneels at the bottom of the chair between the chair and the ottoman, as its lily-white limbs fold over me in utter obeisance.

She picks up my right foot to begin the massage.

Her eyes keep going to cock, and I softly tap her cheek with my left foot.

"Keep your eyes down," I order.

She does. For a minute. 

Her hands slowly separate each toe. I close my eyes. I feel a warm wetness. She is now sucking on my big toes, treating them like they are cocks. She licks between the webbing of my toes, beginning to groan a little.

She's disobeying my order again.

But who cares? I love it!

I stare at her image in the far mirror. So in love with this perfect whore!

I clear my throat.

"Now. Lick my ankles and then slowly lick up my legs. It's time to see if you are ready for cock. Go slowly!"

Laughing happily, she goes to this task with a will.

For five minutes she licks and sucks my toes and feet, and slowly, as the leash ticks against the lounge, as the chain knocks erotically against my calves, she works her way up my legs, taking sips from her water bottle along the trip.

Her head cannily peers up at the cock when she gets to my knees, and she keeps taking little glimpses of it as she licks my thighs.

My cock is beginning to stir at this lovely obeisance. 

"Worship the cock," I order her flatly.

Without words, but beginning to pant now, she reverently hugs my body at the waist and her mouth again goes to cock.

I rest my left hand on the top of her head as it sucks. with my right I relight the joint and watch her in the mirror as I smoke more hits.

As she now lets it flop out of her mouth and then nuzzles it, giving little whispers to it I can't hear, talking to it, gratefully, smearing it along her cheeks, chin and forehead, as it rolls languorously, sloppily, as it tries to retract - but she won't let it. 

Again she hoovers up all the spit and cum. But she is doing it softly.

I watch the image in the mirror next to the sliding glass patio door, a mirror I've never realized was here before. Clever whore, to have three walls mirrored! This one is only visible if you are on the chaise. 

Why have I not done this double suck before?

Well, there IS the money, I think dryly. But god is this worth it!

In this mirror, I see her long white body over mine in slavish dedication, lying between my legs. I love being sprawled out here my legs on either side of the leather lounge, seeing her bowing body, the way her apple ass blooms between my legs as she lies over me, the back of her head with its wildly bedraggled, expensively cut blonde mane.

The rope of drool that she keeps resucking in and out on the cock now feels ready to be eaten by her.

"This time swallow it," I murmur. "I'm tired of having sticky cum on my belly. Clean it all off once and for all and then let me see it and then swallow it."

She looks wildly reluctant to let go of the pinkish pipe part of the tool, even as it deflates from the lack of pressure she's been forced to release it from -- but she does so. She makes sucking sounds as she gathers the drool in her mouth and swallows it, along with come. Preparing to swab the cock itself for spit and cum.

As she prepares the cock for cleaning, she sometimes can't stop herself from pausing to nibble at the shriveling foreskin. Her head gushily pushes against my belly, hair scratch dragging, smashing her forehead into the dying hardness, smearing it's spewed liquids all over her face, her mouth glug glugging with the still mouthed cum.

Now her mouth sucks hard against my belly, pulling in all the wet, hoovering every inch of my balls. My thighs. My belly and belly button. It's like watching someone vacuum their car at a car wash, and feels the same.

Soon I am almost dry, so diligent and sucking is her work.

I still am not strengthening into a boner -- that 20 minute suck that led to the first come was so intense! But the cock is slightly thickening, and I know she is noting that, it excites her, she keeps taking her mouth off of the dick periodically to put a measuring thumb and forefinger around the rod, although she does this sneakily... I am storing up these images for later, for when there is feeling and arousal again. 

"Do you want the towel next, Master?" she finally asks me. "I can get it totally dry. Then wet it up again. PLEASE."

"No."

She seems disappointed and her head sags until it is cannily resting against the worm of slightly thickening, but still soft cock again. Her tongue reaches out and flicks it. Flicks it again. And as if magnetized, her whole mouth comes up and vacuums up the side of the middle pipe, bowing it in her mouth, now tonguing vigorously, her breath beginning to come faster.

I laugh.

I lie back, scissoring open my legs, scotching my ass down slightly on the chair. I raise my legs.

"You need more debasement, darling." 

Her face pops up. 

"I DO! You know me don't you, Roger. You understand me. I love you so." 

She is weeping a little, the mascara marking her jaw line! God, she is good. A nice touch! To weep on her own fantasist command!

"So Stay on your knees but come forward and lick my asshole."

Now with a cry she moves happily forward.

Her head back between my ass cheeks, her hot breath snuffling into my crack, the tongue liquid and basting.

"Clean it good," I say curtly. "Or suffer the consequences."

Which would hardly be arduous.

She squeals, that's what she wanted to hear.

For two long minutes her tongue pushes into my asshole itself, wildly licking, until I jerk the chain gently and order her to be softer.

As the minute lapses into another, her mouth still groaning, I feel utter peace and joy.

In the mirror I see the milky-legged blonde whore, a choke collar, and a slave collar, around her long neck, two separate leashes, her legs split open on either side of the leather chaise lounge, my legs sprawled in the air, her head between them, below my dangling cock. Her mouth at my ass, working, as her cello like hips move slowly back and forth, her naked feet curled under.

There is nothing on earth like a beautiful naked woman in chains!

I curl the leash into my hand, yanking softly on it. Each time I do she sighs happily.

After a minute, I plop my legs back down, and my hand goes to my cock, picking it up off my belly and proffering it to her.

"Get back on cock and get the cock prepared for the first real suck," I say. "And do it right or you'll be whipped."

"YES SIR!"

Instantly she does. 

What a wonder to have someone obey your commands. We would all pay so much for this, yes? Her genius is that she can supply it. MY genius is that I can pay for it. HA! And also, that I understand it, too.

She is now half lying on the bottom of the chaise, her hands on my thighs, bending to her task with grunting appetite.

Her warm mouth engulfing me, her mouth refreshed by more spring water from the bottle, and now she makes more drool, starting the whole process again, the tongue wet lathering and gluey, thickened from the spit bath that is so clearly still mostly inside her mouth, this cock hungry whore just keeps theatrically fetishizing the cock that has given her its all. But clearly not all!

She now starts just spitting heavily onto the bag, too, not content to drool, now she is hocking spit to thicken the glaze on it like an artist at a fresco, reannointing it all in the shiny chrysalis that she so clearly loves, rewettening the lolling scrotum, the pipe of soft cock, too. The passion she brings to it! It overcomes anything else - she is beauty itself...

And now I see why she spit cum out onto the washcloth, it was not to get rid of it!

I now see this incredible sight -- a perfect erotic dream! That cloth, that she spat my cum into earlier, and tossed by the bed? Now she sucks it back into her mouth! Chewing! Chewing on it like an infant with a rag. Re-eating my cum.

What twisted magnificence -- did even Cleopatra ever do this, could the lips of Salome have annunciated such sex pure eros? I don't think so!

All so she can once again redrool cum onto my cock and eat it again! What a glorious freak she is! Every man on earth would treasure her. Women simply don't understand their power -- they have NO idea what they could do if they possessed Megan's talent.

Doing this over and over, the sperm thickening with her drool, then finally she releases the rag from her mouth, and brings her glazed, sperm and spit hanging mouth back over to the cock, just opening it wide and engulfing the cock, all the cum saliva gushing back down onto the head and the slug-like weiner of vacumed up cock head and loose skin.

A thick carapace of cum and drool now encases the whole set of cock and balls. Astonishing!

Twisting her own nipples with her right hand, she works the limp cock into her mouth with a loose-lipped high sucking that makes it squirm up, seeking the back of her mouth and then emerging again, even more drenched with wet.

As the foreskin accordion wrinkles back into itself a little more each time it emerges from her worshipping mouth, she simply lets a spill of cum saliva back down upon it, until it looks like an oversized brown and white earthworm in a puddle after a heavy rain.

Even now she languishes attention on it, as it wrinkles back into a serpent-headed, slack eel, the sperm coating it, washed clean, then recoating it again, each time sticky and saliva stained, but then vacuumed clean.

A ritual obsession.

"Oh, master PLEASE," she cries to it. I'm unsure what she's pleading for, but actually I do now. It is obeisance herself she is crying out, too. Sweet loveliness, it is her own performance she is crying out to - the glistening cock is simply her Muse...

It's a crowning jewel in her cocksucking career...I can't imagine anyone or anything ever ever equalling this in my life. 

I am an expert pussy worshipper and oral fetishizer -- I can do it for hours -- but this? No! I am an amateur Salieri to her suck off Mozart -- I am in total awe of her, and I want to take lessons that I can apply to pussy sucking. But I don't kid myself. She'll never be equalled for sucking!

Up it sucks, disappearing into her wildly greedy mouth and then falls out again, plopping, sodden, to my belly. Then up again.

I just can't get enough of watching her snow-white, viola-shaped ass and hips in the mirror, her hair damp and sticking to my moisture-drenched belly, 

Whoredom may be degrading for the street level girls. For a lot of prostitutes, sure it is - those mired in heavy drug use, with abusive pimps, with disease. 

But for some -- a surprising number? 

They like it. This art. It is a skill that gives them power.

I am watching a performance of consummate power.

As I watch her magnificent peach down sprinkled curve of athletic German ass, rocking back and forth above her tucked feet, as I hear the chain scraping along the floor, feel her tongue cleaning, reswabbing, respitting, every inch of cock, washing all around the puddle of cum spit that surrounds it on my belly, I sigh.

I don't claim prostitution is good for prostitutes.

I am neither a therapist or moralist.

Please understand the difference.

But a significant number of whores actually do like giving artful -- incredibly artful! - sex for money.

I've never seen Megan happier than she is right now. She's deranged with cock worship, she's damaged, she's crazy, of course, and so am I, but this is where she shines -- this is the art she is best at...she is following her bliss and I am happy to celebrate that with lots of money.

This is why I no longer Skype or do video. There is nothing better than skin on skin, and no video could capture the feeling of her drenching mouth on this cherished, unconcious hose of cock.

Even though I worked hard to educate her to worship cock, she was right -- I'd never paid to see the full new act.

And I decide right now to pay her double her (already high) rate.

It's not even a hard decision!

Because this is new and every bit as amazing as she promised.

Oh, she has worked and laved a cock back down to its complete detumenescence before with me -- althought rarely. It was a huge treat, too.

But this? 

The repeated cum baths? The sucking up, then drooling out again and again? The wild need to worship? The talk of pissing (just talk so far, and I won't be surprised if that is all it is -- won't even be disappointed!)

Never before today.

But today she is really, really outdoing herself. Not just in ardency but in terms of fetished cherishing - I really doubt that in human history this has been done that often -- this is almost even beyond my imagining, let alone reality. And yet here it is. Someone on Earth has pushed the boundaries of dick worship to this -- pioneering a new, amazing coluratura of suck...I celebrate Megan! 

She is still nosing the somnolent dick - but now stirring -- dick.And she is still groaning and grinding her crotch against my calf, sucking and drooling on the cock.

The slug of hog fat cock appears to be totally uninterested, but it is growing, thickening, widening under this epic fetishization -- and its new thickness only seems to excite her more.

The thickening itself seems to excite her! As I said -- what a performance.

Now, even as it crawls into an inflation, millimeter swollen by millimeter... even as I am mentally sparking up -- like a mother tending to a sick infant, this only seems to excite her. THIS I taught her! The soft cock obeisance!

She murmurs endearments to it, drooling on it and nourishing it with spit and petting it as it lies in a widening coil-- but she continues the worship just as strongly.

It's still just a shell of what it could be, just a flaccid pipe, but she treats it like it contains a precious fluid that can turn her 18 again. As if a moisturizer that can remove the fine wrinkles in her 30 something throat.




Ode To A Cali Courtesan Ch. 02



She coaxes and coos to it like a sick baby that she can cure with pure love and kisses.

She clearly adores, and mouths, the gray white foreskin that her tongue keeps tassling over the head as she worries it and dandles it, the sometimes clear, sometimes translucent, sometimes pure foamy white, always bubble-popping living moving coat of saliva braiding all along the wrinkled length, plopping down into its pool of drool, foamy and cherished, her tongue its loving custodian, basting it with obsessive cherishing.

Two dozen times she spits the saliva and come mixture back out onto the now pale tool, the head now rosily beginning to swell, the helmet defining itself at the split glans, getting shinier with tension, and then she vacuums the length of cock back into her mouth and bring all the juices into her mouth again.

Then repeats it, each time with a mounting excitement, a cry of happiness when she lets it plop back out and sees it again out of her mouth, in the light, glistening, the meat smell filling her nostrils as she presses her nose against its oyster colored tube skin, pushing the parchment like cock flesh into an accordion-like flexing.

The head grows a little more, the rose wrinkle at the split glans plumping a little -- noted by her sharp eyes, and her tongue darting out to lave it and encourage it.

A new definition of obsessive compulsive. Art for art's sake.

And intensely moving for me. It is service itself -- and this is the eroticism of it! And she gets it. Under my harsh hand, punishing her over months of sessions that she came to crave like cocaine, this is the penultimate result of her puppy sub lessons. And it earns her a fortune.

What's amazing is how mentally turned on I am by this lengthening of the time she is spending worshipping it.

I am amazed, and I already am happy to pay perhaps even triple for this, which is, I am sure, what she will ask.

She has an exquisite sense of what the market will bear.

Much faster than my normal schedule with her.

How come most whores don't do even an approximation of this, since it would pay them so amazingly more money? 

Well, learning is hard. Passion can be hard to demonstrate! Scary! And of course, we are all lazy. And most johns cannot teach the way I do. They lack the confidence to let the woman be herself.

The woman must be herself! That is the secret. You must SEE the woman for who she is.

I saw Megan as an eager student of pleasing a client and I just took it from there.

It took 10 or 15 training sessions, cock-slapping, shaping her under my harsh hand. But I knew she had the right stuff - I understood how to make her nature flower.

I know some would say -- well, it was degrading, what you did, this is subservience. Really?

Megan is a millionaire who controls her destiny. There is no doubt.

And as I said, a woman who can master what she is doing for me today?

They can control any man. Control the world!

I promise you this is true.

Why, then, do more courtesans, let alone one's lovers, not do this?

Well, it is scary to show such passion, scary to show such ability to obsess, to perform the exhibition of need -- even when it is money one is after.

But the rewards are fantastic. Megan has made ME a better lover to my wife and mistress and girlfriends. She is performing, in a real sense, a public service here. She should not be banned or outlawed, she should be celebrated.

As she stays on it, still licking, my passion for her grows. 

"Master," she groans, the cock head slipping out of her mouth. "Master, what can I do to prove my cock love MORE?"

"You're doing it, my darling puppy. You're earning an obscene amount of money right now," I laugh.

She sobs as I pet her head and yank her leash chain up and give her several harsh slaps, each one bringing her joy.

"You're so talented, honey," I murmur tenderly. "You are a true artist, and I promise you, in some sense I will immortalize you, I will. Now. Just keep worshipping cock."

She sobs, nodding, giving me a wild look of deep pleasure and thanks, and then her blue eyes return to the puddled wet cock and her head sinks onto it with near hysterical pleasure.

I can feel her legs flexing, cold chains rustling sexily, pushing her pussy lips together as she bends back over the cock, murmuring to it, praising it, and still appearing hungry to smell it, still performing. Still pushing the now completely deadened sodden meat penis onto its back so she can sniff along the whole wrinkled, wet, pink length as it slackens and the head tries, with cranky protests through my nerves, to stay retracted into its turtleneck cowl of glistening foreskin. Angrily, crankily protesting being roused, but this only provoking her more...

In fact, Megan now just keeps nursing on the cock, keeping my cum soaked pipe in her mouth as a pacifier, and relaxes, and sighs all around it, loosening her mouth grip, then tightening it again. Her focus still sharp.

I can't feel cum rod sexual stirring, not yet -- but my cock is half hard now, feeling meaty and bouncy. And I am mentally turned on beyond belief.

And wondering how long she can cherish it like this. I am cheering every second.

I look down at her, though I am still nearly asleep with dopamine, having cum so hard, having shot a huge set of cum into her mouth, which now looks glistening and swollen. Her eyes by contrast are bright, flicking up to mine then back down to the focus of her attention - my slasodden tool. I must admit I am still utterly drained, it's only been 15 minutes since I shot a huge load into her mouth, and my cock is still nearly half asleep. She has taken every drop of my seed and swallowed it and is begging for more -- but a man dick needs 20 minutes to revive - unless you are 19 -- and I am not!

(Also, frankly, although I will not tell her this, nor have I told you yet -- I already came twice today before I got here. It's a little embarrassing, we need not go into it right now...)

But - I have that hollowed out feeling of super cum.

My eyes half closed, I nearly fall asleep even as I am turning back on, half asleep now, feeling her mouth suckling my cock.

Now the glottal cum voice groan comes.

"I am ready to swallow the last of your load, master," she finally whispers. "I've pulled it all back out of the washcloth, into my mouth and back onto your cock, sir. If you are ready for me to do so, I am ready to consume the last of your old cum. Oh, MASTER! To get ready for the new cum!" She trembles.

She is finally ready to swallow the huge flood of cum I jetted long minutes ago into her greedy mouth.

I grunt my assent.

She places my left hand on her throat so I can feel her continually swallowing my seed, working at getting all the cum all the way down her throat without drinking anything. She lets me feel her swallowing, which increases my own sated pleasure.

After another full minute of relished swallowing, she raises her head up off the sodden cock, her eyes still closed, her cheeks and chin and throat a glistering mess.

"Master, may I move to the side?"

I nod without speaking.

She crawls to the right side of the chair, her head returning instantly to cock, but now kneeling by my chest. 

She opens her mouth to show she's swallowed everything.

"Good girl."

She brings up the hand towel she'd earlier spat my cum into, and now chews on it again obsessively.

"All gone, Master. Stored for later."

I can't believe how erotic this is.

I lazily put my hand down onto the blades of her dimpled lower spine, right above her ass.

"Please Master," she whispers. "Please. Will you put your finger in my ass? Please. I'll do anything for you, I'll worship cock more if you would grant me this wish. Oh, god, I want you to finger fuck my ass. It's very clean."

She is still facing towards me, but bent over now, by my side, and her ass is within easy reach of my drooping hand. Now, even as she still mouths my cock, she reaches back with both hands and, as I can see in the reflection of the long sliding closet mirrors by the patio door, the light perfect, as she pulls open her muscled ass cheeks spread, a viola-shape parted, the anus itself a pink shade of strawberry, a pretty round little red and white ring.

My hand drops to her dimpled ass, then fingers linger on her ass crack for a moment, cupping it. 

Now I suddenly brutally finger her crack, then push my finger in and she groans happily, clenching around my finger.

"Oh, god," she groans and backs up against my finger. She immediately begins to fuck herself against my palm.

She lied, of course, there is still a little spit and cum on the cock and in her mouth, too, she simply likes it too much to totally rid herself of it. There is clearly still a coating of gluey come in her mouth, for she works it sometimes to show me, as I turn my head forward, as she lies at a slant across my belly, awkwardly sucking as she still offers her ass to me to finger fuck. Her position must be hard to maintain, but she is rigid and muscled with effort and desire to stay where she is.

It pays off for her, at least as a performance piece. Soon she is bucking and groaning under the ministrations of my finger.

I finger fuck her and within two minutes she is vibrating, and coming against my hand. Her cries are stifled -- almost not there. They disappear as soon as they appear, but she continues, for 45 seconds, to just buck silently.

It might even be real. Her mouth does yank off my cock as she cries out in orgasm, and she is too preoccupied with coming to suck my dick for about ten seconds. 

Impressive!

But now she puts my cock in her mouth and keeps it there, a kind of taffy pulled talisman, a baby sucker, mouthing it as she groans in orgasm.

I barely have moved.

Her groans subside and she bows her head, the cock slipping out of her hot mouth.

"Oh, god, thank you," she whispers.

I remove my finger and she immediately scrambles for it, sucking it harshly, pulling on it, licking everything, even the palm.

She lays along the side of the chaise lounge, holding my arm with both hands as if it is a big cock, licking my palm and finger, sucking the index that recently so bluntly violated her lovely asshole. Her tongue also licking up my forearm and biting the bicep that balloons above, a bicep I have worked hard on to get bigger in the last year.

She fetishizes the bicep muscle now as she did my cock. Licking at it.

Fake? Her orgasm? Who knows? I have only seen her cum once before. As I said, our contract is explicit -- pleasure for me and my cock only. So. I didn't ask for her to cum, so I will always wonder. because she does seem to have taken pleasure in that penetration.

Probably her strategy.

But orgasming has never been part of her repertoire with me.

So this role-play is proving worth it.

She licks the finger that went into her ass so assiduously that when I raised it to my nose a minute later, it is totally clean.

"Good girl," I murmur.

She palms my balls, rolling them softly, cherishing them.

"The cum came out of here...It started its journey here...it squirted in four burths," she lisps, lolling her tongue on the foreskin that her tongue pushes up, making a little tent of the wrinkled skin, eyeing the cockhead as it lies below the pinched up flap. She fills the little tent with saliva.

"Yes. It squirted in four bursts." I murmur, lying back down.

"I felt each one." She sighs and lets the foreskin relax, and her spit drools out of the relaxed wrinkles. She licks this up. "I taste each one." She sighs again. "I wanted to drink it so badly. I was dreaming of drinking it. And then I did."

I clear my throat.

She holds the cock up with a thumb and forefinger, examining its underside, just a few inches from a shaft of sunlight coming in the lengthening afternoon shade.

It has re-softened fully while I took care of Megan's apparent desire.

"Does this cock need to piss, Master?," she asks softly.

I don't reply.

I'm not sure I want to play this game. It's not my fetish and it never has been, but the pure act of obeisance it implies IS a turn on. Does that make sense?

She drops it back to my belly, now noses at my cock, which rolls, almost irritably away, falling sloppily to my left hip.

"I want to watch. I want to help if it does. Please, Master, god damn it."

I have to laugh, but I still don't reply. I'm not sure I will enjoy this - as I said, it's just never been part of my eros. But again -- something about her desire to show me her desire? That is exciting. But I truly don't want to do anything that would hurt her or damage her pride...I do adore Megan...

But clearly she's asking. Clearly this IS in her repertoire. And maybe I'd like it!

As if to convince me, she now once again gobbles up its full, but deflated length.

Good god.

She keeps most of it in her mouth as she pulls it longer, stretching the slightly chubby rod out, its length veiny and parchment colored. Drained.

She just keeps tonguing it as she stretches it gently, but softly enough that it doesn't hurt. I put my hand down on her head and jawline, feeling her swallowing, still.

There is a sheen of perspiration and cum and spit that has flowed from her chin down her neck all the way to her taut, nipple brushing my thighs tits. This is hard work! Don't think I don't know or appreciate it -- or that it will not go into my final fee! I am a generous and appreciative john!

Megan's body has a lush curve to it that is opposite my normal desire, but viola shaped voluptuousness is a lovely thing now, passion for cocksucking perfumes a girl just so.

Her tongue teases the piss slit of my cock head, seeking more come.

I cant one leg up, pulling my cock slightly away, and she tries to follow with her mouth, mouth unwillingly gives up my cock with a soft pop, then returns the head to its sucking lips, slurping it in and out, working it in her mouth by grasping the head and hoovering the cockhead just so the ridge of it is sealed to the inner side of her lips, and then nursing and working it with hollowing cheeks, just an inch in and out, like a piston, her tongue laving it in the dark pocket of her trolling mouth. 

"Meat perfume," she murmurs. "That's the smell of your cock, Master. Man meat."

Periodically, Megan, her ivory skin now sheened with perspiration, will also let the parchment colored squat fat, unplumped, origami-folded foreskinned organ fall out, then groan, then lip it back into her mouth, levering it sideways with her tongue as the plum head glistens and rivulets with her drool hunger. 

The head has lost its purple sheen again. Frankly I am willing it to stay soft -- I love this game so much.

She seems delighted that she gets to suck it up again!

I put the small architectural pillow that was on the chaise under my head so I can peer down at her. I am fascinated that she can bring such passion to this completely inert, flaccid instrument. And wondering how she can still be at it. Loving it! 

The offer to help me piss still lies in my mind, unformed...

But she knows better than to press.

Finally she lays it tenderly, slowly, down onto my belly with a final coo, and then bows down to it formally, rubbing the duck-necked white pipe of smashed, squirming cock with her forehead, basting herself, her skin rolling the wrinkled cock head and scrotum loosening, forming a kind of glove that caresses her chin, which dandles the balls as she snuffles the recoiling length of cock around on my belly, the head lolling, the tube of skin turning even more pale, as if shrinking away from touch, only the head still a slight purplish on the band now, a pubic hair on the loosening burnoose of foreskin that she delicately licks off and tries to swallow, her throat and tongue working while she sniffs at the drenched cock. 

"Master, oh my Master," she whispers to the inert cock, as she presses her face again against the smashed down cock, rolling it from side to side, smearing her cheeks with its squirting drool.

I try to note every detail, for when I commemorate this day in prose.. I do not expect this miracle afternoon to ever repeat itself...Megan is wonderful, but even she could not do this better -- I can't believe she ever could exceed today! Even now it seems more of a dream than reality ...I believe I am writing this down just to preserve it, to know that it is real...to be able to remember...

And I don't want to confess to her the truth. I had already had sex twice today when I came to see her!

My wife had been in an unaccustomed mood of eros in the morning - usually she likes it at night. But marriage is always full of surpises and this morning, still abed, she had indicated her desire in the customary way and we had had pleasant, fun sex in bed -- no devices, no ropes -- none of the things she normally requires these days. Just a spoon fuck and a nice mutual come.

We had then cuddled, watched a little TV, and had some breakfast in bed. And perhaps because of the super moon outside -- who knows? the horniness of a woman is always a mystery to me! - she had gone down on me again. This rarely happens, but she had seemed to want it - -and who was I to say no? This had turned into a mutual session of oral sex. Lovely! Unusual! And when one has been married as long as I have -- something to be celebrated deeply!

I had almost considered canceling my appointment with Megan after this morning -- but I don't like doing that. I know that whores -- like anyone else -- need dependable customers.

And now I am so glad I did not!

But my cock - having already come three times today? He is a hard-ridden horse indeed, ha!

The beauty of that, though, is that it actually is contributing to the moment -- he is HARD to raise...but that is what Megan's lesson should be!

Even as her head comes back off the cock, her eyes become alert and she cries out -- and I see what she sees - that a tiny post cum trickle of fresh sperm emerges from the slit head and she rushes forward again, her mouth flexing as she makes contact with the spitty head and sucks it in with a cry, keeping her lips open to inhale its smell as she does so, daubing at the cock head long after the last bit has been licked off, sucking it repeatedly, pulling on it like a nursing infant to see if she can get more liquid out of it, finally letting it go for the tenth time with flaccid plop and her mouth saliva gushing down along the ridge of the helmet, her drool riding along the groove and dripping onto the belly, where the cock now lies like a glistening coil.

"More juice," she murmurs reverently.

On my back, I close my eyes and she starts pecking at my stomach muscles, looking for any traces of juice she left behind. 

"I'm going to clean you of my new filthy drool now, Master," she says to the cock. Her voice rises in a kind of anguish. "Clean you so this magnificent cock will be ready to piss. HE deserves to be clean of my spitty drool, just clean and warm and pink and dry." She pauses. "So he can get thick again, get THICK, yessss."

She spends a long time tonguing the fur above my cock, sucking all the hairs, cleaning and licking. She is still murmuring, her bright blue eyes on the dick.

She now supports the rolling russet and cream worm of cock now with the under bridge of her nose, just staying down there snuffled, the cock lolling on her forehead and the huge balls, not nearly drained, she seems to notice -- one cum could never drain the bull like sac -- rolling beneath her blandishments and urgent grunts, adding to the sheen of spit and come that already coats her face, the cockhead lewdly rolling to and fro along the tip of her nose.

Cupping the cock and balls in both hands, she observes them as if they were her most precious offspring, a wet baby held up for blandishment and ove, and now she stretches the pipe of cock away from the sac, extending the whole sex organ in one long examination, as long as its deflated length will allow -- it looks like a goose, plucked, tweezed at the base and then up at the purple white head, faded from the rose of arousal.




Ode To A Cali Courtesan



I look down to see her fuller, fatter lips fastening along the gathered cock skin below the head. I feel her lips slippery sucking as they snail along stickily down the length of the cock skin, just sipping it for a second, slurping softly, savoring as her lips vacuum probe out and around the still mostly quiescent, big worm of dick. She sucks in my circumcised foreskin, and I feel it wrinkling and un-wrinkling in her mouth.

She has learned -- under my hand - how to relish the soft cock in its first stages of growth. This is a recent development of her whore wisdom, and I am modestly proud to have played a part in her cock suck education -- I feel honored to have participated in teaching a courtesan something new that increases her art (and her revenue stream.)

Yes, even Megan had still needed a lesson when I first met her -- a lesson in whore art. She had been too eager to get my cock up. This had made her a bit harsh and impatient with my cock when it was first growing under the ministrations of her lips. I had to school scold her to slow down. "You would not wolf a great meal," I told her. "Just because you live in the land of McDonald's does not mean you cannot learn to love great French and Italian cuisines."

And Megan is such a good learner. She had eagerly listened. In fact, she has learned my harsh lessons so well, that this initial suck up, this first set of lick ups with my un-hard cock, has become a series of beautiful moments that she has come to relish and excel at -- the first kiss of the cock, the beginning of the making out with one's dick.

She moans softly as her lips pull at the soft cock, lipping the loose skin of the under tube, tasting cock and bag skin. She stops to taste what she's licked up, removing her mouth from my cock to smack her lips, to breathe in what she's already licked up from my dick -- its scent, its texture. She's discovered it has its own taste that combines with her own.

In great art, each moment has its own moment -- full of artistry, deliberate and original to just THAT moment. Like each bar of a concerto.

Now, slowly, she opens her mouth and lowers it to vacuum in the cock that lies beneath her lips. Using only her mouth, keeping her hands away, she sucks the head of my cock up into the mouth she has made into a simple, rubbery ring of sucking lips, pulling it just a couple of inches into her mouth, the tongue tenderly and softly licking the still squishy head, hoovering me in, then out and back in -- sucking the still soft but just beginning to grow mushroom head into her mouth, then almost letting it fall out, then back in -- and finally letting it flop back out entirely, grunting and keeping her eyes ardently on the dick as my cock drops wetly, and with a soft audible plop, back down onto my muscled belly. By the way - this moment is why I do crunches at the gym, to give my cock a showcase, a proper bed, the right frame! 

The cock lies there, but it's now proudly aroused, plumper, fatter, the head visibly rising, interested now, responded to the wet mouth with its own slowly growing fatness.

She just lets it lie there for a moment, eyeing it, and now gives a loud groan.

Such whore art.

Megan's left hand now comes forward. I have taught her that now she can begin to use her hands -- but sparingly -- most of the dick handling should still be done only with her lips. Any whore can use their hands, but the true temple courtesan can do almost anything with her lips alone.

Her small, soft white hand caresses just the hood of my penis, now, tentatively at first, stroking it lightly and coming off of it often, letting it have its own time, to grow on its own schedule -- not hers! 

She attentively watches it, quick to learn the cock's own rhythm.

Soon she battens a little tighter, socketing it with two fingers, then making a ring with her thumb and first finger to lift it slightly, to clasp it around the neck. My quickening cock now hangs, crooked, already expanding and getting less dangly, more firm. Moving upwards. 

The whole lengthening of it is now celebrated and traced by the tip of her tongue, just a long, narrow spit line of a single lick, even as she still holds it at its base between thumb and forefinger, relishing the cock even in its detumenescense, but reveling in how it is stretching now.

It takes courtesan artistry to get into this part -- which she has in spades. This part? After my cock has begun to grow? This part I did not have to teach her. The swelling cock has always begun to excite her, without any lessons on my part. This portion of the bordello art she brought to the table before I had met her, I can claim no tutelage!

She groans as she admires the wet, still mostly soft dick, working her tongue all around the band of still wrinkled but tightening foreskin. The head has been steadily fattening up but now, as she sucks, it suddenly pops up, stretching out of the foreskin, and the saliva now drools off of its wrinkled surface. Seeking its sucker.

She lets it fall again, giving out a soft coo of pleasure as it plops back down, cherishing it with play. But after it lands in its bed of fur her mouth goes right back down to it, making a big sucking slurping sound as her lips pick up the head again, which is now, to her delight, suddenly firm enough for the mushroom head to extrude completely around the foreskin. 

Her excitement could now carry her away, I watch carefully to make sure she keeps the lesson of slowness I have so harshly had to teach her.

She manages to keep still, though, and not lunge for the dick.

Her tongue lolls along the pink white wet sausage -- for my cock is now solid enough to take on the outlines of a tube instead of a worm. Slowly, using her lips and tongue, she urges my beginning boner into more length. As it grows, she gives little growls of pleasure, and soon her elegant ministrations of spit and mouth have produced another solid inch of cock growth.

"Oh, yes," she whispers into the dick skin.

We both are watching my growing cock. The rod is now it is solid enough to resemble the iron poker it soon will be. 

My pleasure is a fire now.

I watch her, entranced at her art. Should she choose to marry, she could have her pick of many men with this whore art. I do not suggest that be the only criterion she should use in picking a man -- he should love her dearly. I am only saying that should a woman learn this art, she could rule the world. (I believe Cleopatra knew this secret.)

Not using her hands now (because the erection is almost solid) she lowers, inch by groaning inch, her whole open mouth down onto the thickening, white sausage, puckering her mouth to start a succoring gathering mouth suck along its slowly inflating length. Her neck bows as she moves, and she is still not using her hands. I'm proud of her for remembering. 

I feel her wet gathering lips, bumping and slickly vacuuming along the entire length of manhood, from my balls up to the now ring slick foreskin and the purpling, flaring cock head itself -- big and mushroom capped, and growing more and more -- and now she pauses up at the top of the cock head, tonguing the piss slit, squinting in the glistening light, and her tongue extrudes like a painter's brush to lick worship the little split line of the glans that separates the two parts of the damp cock head. The glans stands up straight, excited, spreading joyfully. My cock dances a little under her pushing lips, bobbing and tippling against her lips, the still stretching foreskin pride fully asserting itself to her glorious whimpers of adoration. 

Megan's now in another world, she's lost in cock worship, she's in a drugged state where all is my cock. 

She will sometimes pause in her earnest sucking to perform a variation, much as in a minuet. She will flirtatiously, excitedly worry the dick, nosing it like a puppy with a bone, pushing it with her lips back down on my belly, letting it spring up, then pushing it back down, smashing her lips against it, slippery and drooling. 

Then she will return to the sucking.

As she does, her hair brushes my navel. Her sucking becomes a steady set of grunts.

She pauses now and lifts her head back so she can observe the penis progress.

Gauging what needs ministration, she now moves goes right to the last unhardened part of my cock - a less wide pipe of veined skin halfway down the shaft. 

Even before she gets her mouth on this section, it is beginning to plump up, the last straightening for the entire rod. As she sucks it, it is broadening and broadening as she works on this section with her pursed mouth drool, vacuuming along the widening skin tube, pulling it up off my belly with just the suction alone, letting it bob.

My cock stiffens even more, popping the ridge on the head into bas-relief. 

Finally satisfied with this section of the flesh tube hardness, she removes her mouth from my wet cock entirely. The base isn't yet completely hard, so after a moment the wet cock falls back down onto my belly.

She watches, almost clinically, measuring her progress. She knows that to understand the ways of a cock takes continual observation. One can always learn more, and she is always eager to learn.

She observes the uncoiling penis keenly for a moment, keeping her head a foot above my belly, then reaching down with her head to give it little loving pecks, cooing at the bobbing cock, laughing a little with delight as she plays with it as if it is a little toddler she is dandling.

Megan looks delighted as it keeps crawling along my belly, urging it on with little puffs of breath, now cooing again as it crawls its way along my skin towards my navel, nearing full length, the final bow and curve straightening in a long, rose-luminescent curve.

To Megan's giddy, happy little grunts and groans, like a mother proud of her son's first steps, my dripping wet cock drags itself along by its head, led by her hot breath, traveling along the belly muscles as it fully extends, rising like a missile in a mobile launch vehicle, heading to vertical. Now it stands proudly, an angled rod swaying up and down, bobbing, erect, glistening and demanding. 

"Cock," she whispers reverently. "Hard cock."

I've been looking down at this, but with my rod so hard, like an electrical pole, I now lay back down with horny drowsiness, content to be nothing but a suck toy for this wonderfully mouthed Jezebel.

And now indeed I feel a sticking suction as she closes her mouth around the head, sucking the whole head into her mouth now as if sucking on a pistol barrel.

She's using more force, but to my pride it is measured, not hysterical, she is remembering her lessons!

With intense passion, but no harshness, she now takes her first set of pump sucks at the cock, the first real cock suck rhythm of the entire fellatio session. Her mouth is rubbery and tight against my hard dick, socketing and tensing her lips just beneath the band of foreskin, getting it into the grip it likes, her mouth eagerly seeking to support and give succor to the still- hardening meat.

Megan begins to gurgle now as she pistons it up and down. Full sucking now. There's no more coquettish play. She's in earnest and hot as hell to get to the tasting of hard cock skin.

Her grunts come rhythmically now.

I can't help it - I once again tilt my head back down to watch this genius girl make love to my cock. She treats it as her Master, and for this hour it is -- it is a hard-headed angry white-headed tyrant that demands, not requests, her attention, it is her master and she is simply its servant, and she demonstrates that she is growing hot in the service she provides, as if she is thirsty to serve and thirsty to suck, as if she is a drug addict and her drug is the pre-cum that will shortly leak from the marble hard helmet head she is adoring. Megan is showing me, in full whore knowledge, that this is the best cock ever.

Warm, full, sucking, plum lips form a living sucking cushion of vacuum, her red mouth gathering into its clamping ring the foreskin and pulling it up nearly over the hard head, then unsheathing it and sucking it back down, letting the foreskin roll back down to give me maximum delight.

Her mouth is a pump, with my cock arrowing up and down in it, the hard, rubbery cock head appearing at the apex of the suck, then disappearing as her lips come all the way down to my pubis, her mouth grinding against my scrotum, swallowing as she takes in the full length with a guzzling gurgle.

In and out, pulling her own head back down in rhythm, obediently following the preferred trajectory line of the steel hard rod she is consuming. 

Her head moves in concert with the gleaming cock. Using only her sucking mouth, panting at each down stroke and upstroke, her mouth so hot that, even though I am naked, my bare legs sprawled, I begin to sweat a little. 

I wipe my brow, and she instantly looks up at me, mouth still full of cock, to see if I need something, but when she sees me just gazing soft-eyed down at her, she gives me a grateful smile with her eyes, and then instantly she returns to cock suck.

I just let her suck. Let her do her thing. It's like she's fucking the cock with her mouth, as if there is a clitoris on her tongue that is receiving deep pleasure in the suck. She grunts and smacks her lips, her keening sighs grow more ardent.

With pulse points along the cock, I feel the dick skin still, incredibly, expanding, blood gorging to her groaning encouragement. She's rarely sucked so well. This is why I return to her.

"You talented bitch," I gasp.

Moaning in happy gratefulness for the compliment, for a full minute she just pump sucks, puling like an infant, nursing on hard cock like a hungry baby takes a big crimson nipple, her cheeks hollowing and filling in closed eye nirvana - eyelashes fluttering in grace and exhibited pleasure. Greedily suckling as if it a pure water hose and she was dying of thirst and seeking succor. 

She does not move fast. But her entire body seems to vibrate with the pleasure of her sucking. The head moves deeper into her mouth, halfway down the shaft, gripping it with nervous avarice, as if she is afraid it might escape her tasting mouth, then loosening enough so she can suck back up to the head, her tongue plating against it ravenously. Then she sucks it back down. She goes in a rhythm, to ensure that my pleasure is growing.

I don't move -- I don't need to, her mouth and head joyously doing all the work. As she sucks, I can feel the karmic energy flaming from deep within my spine, a spark flowing all the way to the tip of my consumed cock. The chakra fire.

Those who are the best at an art always kindle chakra fire.

Sometimes she pauses halfway down the shaft, and loosens her mouth to just breathe cock scent in and out, smelling and tasting, inhaling the scent of cock with an audible, hot breathed appetite and lust. Fetishizing my cock meat. 

Halfway down my shaft, now marble hard, the base still building, she tongues all around it to explore and to measure the circumference, noting with a happy grunt that it is still widening in her mouth, pushing her lips further apart, a living thing, growing inside of her. I can tell this from her cooing.

Her left hand goes down to her pussy, and fingers herself. Her moans turn lascivious.

My own pleasure is now growing dangerous - because it can lead to my climax -- I'm fully solid, I'm already peaking, and I gasp -- this is happening too fast, my pleasure is rising -- I have to slow this down...she's just too good.

I push her head away. She groans and resists, but finally I firmly pull my cock away with my hand, and she is forced to let it go with a loud slurp, a stretching rope of drool still connecting her mouth and the cock head as her slack lips move away.

I keep her head away with my left hand, her eyes slanted towards my cock, her mouth drooling, but a foot away. A long skip rope of drool still hangs between her plum lips and the cockhead.

She makes a hungry growl.

Piteously moaning, Megan remains frozen here in thwarted appetite, straining against my hand, but has no choice but to stay with her breathing, panting nose painful inches from the cock, which is now solid enough to lever up and down off my belly, bouncing in lust, upright, angling off my belly, the head pointing right at her eyes, moving up and down slightly, like a hard-meat divining rod seeking water. Seducing her, entrancing her.

"Uggggh," she moans, her eyes fixed on my cock with a kind of feral intensity. I have to work to keep her straining head back from my wet dick.

I put my fingers through her hair against the back of her head, using it as a kind of bridle to keep her cock sucking lips where I want them -- which is closer now than it was a second ago -- but just far enough away to not let her mouth make contact with the dripping rod of penis. 

I want to tease her, and she shows me it is working. She makes sucking motions with her lips, trying to strain closer to the cock.

I let her get just four inches from it, and it drives her wild.

She sniffs at it, sighing, and eyes it greedily, her wet mouth slack for a moment, appearing almost stunned with desire and need for the glistening rod so close to her, yet so far away.

What a performance! I am proud of her. 

My cock bobs upright, then slaps down for a second onto my belly, then up again, now away from its nest of close trimmed fur. 

She follows it, her head dipping with it.

I continue to toy with her. I let go of her hair, but as she instantly plunges towards my cock, head bobbing in concert with the dick she craves, I bring my hand up and cover my penis, putting my hand between my wet meat and her sucking mouth.

She reacts with cross surprise, bobbing and pecking her head, licking the back of my hand but trying to get around it to the trapped cock below.

She groans, frustrated, her broad forehead wrinkling, and she comes forward, trying to get at the cock, trying to snake her probing tongue between my cock and my palm, pushing her lips out and her tongue between my palm and the cock.

But I keep my hand between the lolling cock and her ardent mouth. It's a little game now. She understands the rules and loves them. She follows the movements of my covered cock with her darting mouth, moving her head, groaning and licking and almost snarling.

"Let your hand go oh god Jesus, let me at it, oh, god please," she mutters, "oh god please please..."" she murmurs, then licks the back of my hand, trying to move around it to get to the cock.

"You're certainly a little hungry cock sucker today." I murmur lazily.

She cries an assent, a half moan, half yelp.

"Oh, god, yes. It is it is...oh..."

"Such a hungry girl. You little sucking bitch. You cock-sucking whore."

"Yes! Yes!"

She keeps watching my now erect cock, but my hand stays shielding it from her suck. between the cock and her now reddened plump wet lips.

"Oh, please." She cries in frustration, never taking her eyes off the covered cock. I coyly release just the head for a moment, then recover it.

"Oh please!" she says, more softly, not taking her eyes off the cock, not looking up at me, staying down there with it, her head right at cock level, up off the pillow in her ardency – looking at it as a puppy might eye a favorite chew toy that the puppy yearns for you to give it, or to throw it. Her eyes stay on it, and I smile.

"I'm going to cock slap your face a little, sweetheart. You are NOT to suck the cock. Do you hear me?"

"Yes sir," she groans.

I uncover the glistening head of my cock. A little pre cum drool glints at the glans.

"But PLEASE let me just clean that up," she pleads hoarsely.

"Not yet. I'm going to slap your face with my cock now. Don't try to suck it. Don't try to suck up the pre-cum."




Ode To A Cali Courtesan



She groans in frustrated pleasure and presents her face, tilting her mouth up to lewdly try to catch the cock as it comes down on her cheeks and nose, playfully lashing at it.

Slap.

"Yes."

Slap.

"Oh, GOD!"

Slap and now I teasingly hold it out for her, but when she comes forward I pull back again.

She frowns and looks almost tearful.

"Oh, Roger please...I want it so much."

She tries to grab it with her mouth every time it lashes down on her, but I pull it back away.

I stroke her cheek with the shielding hand, briefly uncovering the cock, which bobs as she turns to lick my hand, to suck on my thumb.

Her mouth works at my thumb, cheeks hollowing.

I let her do this for a moment, then take it out of her mouth.

She closes her eyes in despair, and moans.

I grin. What an artist she is.

I lay back, and take my hands away from the demanding hard cock, letting it bob upright, a rod that looms over her lovely, drool streaked face, moving to and fro.

"Go ahead,' I murmur.

With a wild cry, she instantly lunges for the penis, her mouth inhaling the cock flesh, crisscross licking the whole way down as she relishes the hard snake of meat reentering her groaning mouth. The pre cum disappears into her gullet, and she makes smacking noises as she licks it up.

Now her groans increase as she deeply sucks, but soon the groans change in tenor, tone, filling up and muffled now with the wrinkling cock skin that she is tonguing and relishing and groaning over, growls coming from deep in her hard working throat. Her nose sniffs at the cock as her mouth sucks, giving her twin pleasures.

I sink back on the couch, splaying out, losing myself in the suck.

With an eager groan, her mouth licks in cross hatches up and down the rod of my lolling penis.

"There will be some more pre-cum," I say easily. "I can feel the cock making it."

"Mmmmm hmmmmm mauh..."

Now... suckling. lips tugging the head of my cock into her mouth. Making little noises as she sucked.

She is slow, serious and deliberate now, and she doesn't groan as loudly as she did when I'd first met and had her. Back then, as I said, I'd had to instruct her to be quieter. To keep her hunger and enthusiasm -- I loved that about her -- but she had needed to learn that 'less is more'. To translate her eagerness into silence. It's a Maslow acting trick, and she understood it quickly. She's a quick learner! I know how to talk to actors. And she's a good actor!

She is suckling now. I can feel more slick liquid being produced in her mouth, which she laves around my shaft with a gobbling sound, which just adds to her sucking pleasure in the mushroom head of my cock. It mixes with the pre-cum to form a slick, socketing liquid of cock juice and Megan mouth juice that is slowly beginning to cover the entire cock, the big ball sac, and even flowing down onto my thighs. She'll have to lick all this up before we end.

I am now growing strongly into the come rod that indicates I am close to orgasm, when the dick head gets bigger and bigger, and reddens to plum color.

I am feeling more like a pipe inside her sealing mouth, coming up a little off the sofa to lever my rod deeper into her mouth, which makes her groan again. 

I want to enjoy this for a while longer, so it's time to slow down again.

I know this will be a test for my cock-sucking student.

"Oh, stop a minute," I say.

She pants, pouts, but finally obeys.

Good girl.

She reluctantly stops ardently sucking for a moment, but cannily looks up at me, and keeps her lips against my cock shaft. She murmurs into the wet flesh, was literally talking into my penis.

"Cock,"" she mumbles, a thin spit of drool coming off her chin. She licks the cock and then murmurs again. "Hard beautiful cock. Thank you for this."

"You're welcome," I say with a smile.

"That was so hot." she adds. "The first sucking."

Implying there will be more.

I'm so proud of her.

Her words alone are becoming operatic art.

My cock head tingles and I could feel it rushing to excitement, a tight band around the head now, the ring of nerves of the corona glowing. The head itself is now purple, engorged. 

Stopping the cock sucking has only partially cooled my ardor.

I decide to jack it with my own hand, pinching the head to slow things down. But I want to make this a pleasure, too.

We both watch my penis as I jack it back and forth. Concentrating on it.

"Now that's a cock," she whispers.

It is going from hard to marble hard. Still growing, unbelievably, adding another inch above my fisted hand.

I pinch the head to soften the cock a little bit.

It's not working - my excitement is too great.

Part of the problem in slowing down is Megan's aroused body itself. As she watches me jack the cock, she writhes a little against my left calf. Getting into the sub serve. Her eyes adoringly on me.

I grin. Try a little humor to keep my come pleasure from arriving to soon.

"You little cock sucking bitch. You can't get enough."

"Not of your cock, not of your beautiful cock, oh Roger please please please let me go back to it - I want MORE."

I jack the cock, her eyes following it.

It is hopeless to think I can stop the arousal any further. Right now she's in cock sucking fever. Like a starving pet waiting for its Master to feed it or to throw a toy, her eyes stay desperately on the penis.

She drools a little, blinking, her eyes narrowed in lust.

I'm so proud of her. If she can do this, what can't she do in life?

I take my hand away from my cock. Her eyes brighten and she lunges forward, but I hold her chin roughly in my hand.

"Now listen carefully. Just lick the foreskin," I say. "Don't suck it. Just feast on the foreskin, and do it slowly."

"Mmm hmmm."

She begins instantly.

She does disobey a little bit, so hungry is she. Her tongue squirming up my shaft and back down again. She takes deep open-mouthed breaths as she licks, inhaling the wet dick skin scent that she loves so much.

Her tongue works earnestly, taking every square inch of cock in its laving. But her lips continually return to my cock head, the tongue pleading as it licks the piss slit.

"Stay off the head for a moment," I sigh.

She obeys, but eyes the corona as she goes lower.

"If you can wait a minute, you will clean up more pre cum." I tell her, irritated.

"Yes, I already ate it," she mumbles. "Please give me more."

Many good courtesans give good head. I wouldn't say the physical sucking Megan did is all that better than most other whores, but her greedy, deeply exhibited hunger for the cock, and the way she takes every moment and slows it down -- giving rhetorical and physical flourishes to each minuet moment of each piece of each act -- that is not a performance you see often. Cock worship, however, is a rare art, even among whores. But Megan has figured out that it pays very very well. Smart girl. 

The moment-to-moment fetishizing hunger she has for cock, the little ballet a deux she does with your penis, minute by minute? This is her genius. It makes the sex act into a kind of drug dream for the customer -- fantasy -- the transportation to another world -- perhaps the heights of courtesan talents. The Japanese have thousands of wood cuts of talented fellatrix -- volumes have been written in how to do it. They are right.

Megan, like that accomplished fellatrix Marilyn Monroe, her breathy role model, has a skill for sucking man meat, it is clear, and she is feasting, wanting to drink me dry. (How do you think Marilyn got some of her jobs?)

Part of Megan's excellent whoredom is being a good student of the john's desire. So, as I said, I had, over the last few months, taught her to be quieter and not so jerky and hard handling of my cock. 

When she first was with me, she ate it too hard, so great was her theatrically created whorish desire, and while I loved the effort -- truthfully, it got painful for me. I told her this, and she snapped to, always the hallmark of a puppy sub, and was really eager to not be so loud or rough as she serviced my thickening organ, making satisfied sounds of sucking now. She had obediently learned her lessons, noted the client's wishes, and had, as always, brought her improved game to the field.

She trembles slightly, her expression dizzy with adoration -- 

I now pull away from her, putting a covering palm over my uncoiling penis.

She has licked it so thoroughly that it is sopping wet, and her saliva is matting the fine fur of my pubis.

"So, Megan, now you must clean up the mess you have made here, you filthy little cock slut" I say, giving her a soft slap, and tapping the wet mat of fur.

"Look at this mess," I say, pretending disapproval.

She lowers her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she murmurs, "but I can't help myself."

"I can tell," I smile. "So, now, all your spit, make it disappear," I say.

"Yes sir." She quickly goes back down, making loud noises as all the spit she's produced goes back into her mouth. She sucks it all back in, even vacuuming my belly and the sides of my thighs, and worming her tongue along the sac where it disappears into my legs. She even sucks a drop of pre cum off my knee, relishing that, too. She takes long licks of my thighs, just for good measure. There is no spit there, but she wants to taste me.

When her cleaning has satisfied me, I nod. She stops and looks up, staring earnestly at me, not speaking, her eyes bright, waiting, her mouth full of precum and spit. Simply waiting like a good girl, for my next command. Her lovely face, with its load of pre cum and drool, just waiting for my approval, is a lovely thing to see.

"Now drool it back onto my dick."

She bends down and begins working the huge mouthful of spit and pre-cum back down onto the angry tube of meat. 

The cock bobs up against her lips and she engulfs it in quick little deep throats that she clearly hopes are too fast for me to object to.

When she has produced every ounce of spit and pre-cum back onto the now shining cock, she stops to admire the length of cock as she drools even more.

"Oh, God, it's so beautiful like this," she says, her faint German accent making the 's' sibilant.

"It's just a big wet pink, beauteous cock," she murmurs, and I smile. I taught her that word.

"And you love to worship my wet pink beauteous cock."

"I do. I DO"

She nods, not taking her eyes off of it. "I live to do it, live to suck your beautiful cock. Ever since you told me you were coming, I couldn't wait for these moments with your cock."

I can tell she's about to cave in and start eating cock again.

"Don't suck yet. Just drool."

"Oh god," she said quickly. "Yes, but Roger, you have to let me stay with it this time, please. I'm so...I'm so...hungry."

"Hungry for cock."

She pauses in her drooling and nods quickly.

"YES."

"Hungry to suck." Her slight Teutonic accent makes the 's' sibilant.

I want to hear it again.

"What, Megan?"

Again she pulls her head up.

"YES. Hungry to suck!"

"Hang on, then. I need a minute to store up energy. I want to come off my peak, to let you suck a little more."

As she groans, I put my hand back over the vibrating, hard penis. It is now completely relubricated with her recycled spit.

I palm the hard cock, rolling it, letting the head peek through my fingers.

As the ridged head peeks through my fingers teasingly, she tilts her head at it, and makes little animal noises.

"Suck it through my fingers," I command.

Her reply is a quick lunge forward, treating my words as an order to be eagerly taken advantage of. She tries to lick around my fingers, sucking at the cock, her squirming tongue trying to get between the palm skin and the dick skin, the wrinkled scrotum skin that tweezes between my fingers. She loses her discretion and now pushes too hard.

I could punish her for licking too hard but I'm too aroused, too admiring of her appetite, so I simply laugh, amused. Her tongue keeps frantically pushing to get between the flesh of my hand and my hard cock.

In Megan's personal life (which will always remain hidden from me, that is part of the beauty of the whore) I have a feeling she's a stand on her own type girl, very self sufficient, very strong). But as a whore she's strong enough to act a vivid part -- the part of the puppy sub. In that role, her desire to please is something someone should write an Italian sonnet about. I guess that's what I'm doing here. It's one of the best things about her. So she'd accommodated her sucking style to my orders. 

I pull her chin away with my right hand and cup it in my palm. Her pretty face is a mess, wet saliva all over the planes of her cheeks, her eyes smudged and wild, her mouth a sucking wreck of lipstick and pre-cum.

She looks beautiful.

"Who are you, darling?" I ask her.

"Your slave," she groans.

"My dick slave?"

"God, yes, your dick slave."

"You've already earned a big tip."

"Thank you."

I clear my throat.

"Now he wants you to say hello to him."

"Yes, please."

She looks at my cock, her eyes lowering a little, her voice fervid.

"Hello, Master," she breathes to the cock.

"Tell him what you want from him."

"Dick skin and juice!" she cries instantly. "Dick skin and juice and pre cum and the taste of you in every way. All your dick juices, please please please, let me lick them up for hours, please!!"

"What would you do if we woke up in the same bed?" I ask teasingly.

"I would wake before you do, god it would be wonderful, so I could take you in my mouth, Master. I want to be able to worship you, to eat your "pre-cum, to wake you in the morning, to suck you all day. Oh, please..."

This would cost me a considerable amount of money, but someday I may do just this. Buy her for the night and day.

She leans forward again, straining.

My cock head is now just inches from her mouth.

"All right," I say hoarsely. "Go ahead."

This time she doesn't plunge her mouth over the head, but instead as she reverently approaches, slowly, she grateful slowly relishes the near sacred permission of being back with the cock, running her tongue along the corded vein at the bottom of the organ between long, six or seven up and down suck moments.

"Mmmm..tastes...so....good..."

I fall back on the sofa, once again losing myself in her worship.

For several long minutes I simply sit back on her couch in a deeply pleasurably druggy somnolent concupiscence, my cock eagerly taking all her energy in as she sups on it, cherishing it, giving little sucks and nips to the head. I lazily lolled, my naked legs sprawled wide, eyes closing in half-dazed, happy languor, while she steadily, and lip mockingly sucked me in and out of her mouth. 

Within two minutes of this wildly eager obeisance to my meat, my cock is reaching towards orgasm, (although I would not allow that to happen yet – it was far too fast!)

Megan's not done yet either. Relishing the near-metallic hardness of the cock skin, Megan moves her face down against the cock, rolling the drenched long rod of warm cock to and fro like a rolling pin, pushing it against her face, levering her entire face against it. I can see, peeking out above her forehead, my cock's helmet-head rotating, and as it does, drooling some of her saliva mixed with fresh, clear pre-cum down onto my belly. As if reading my mind, she lifts her head off the cock to lick off the pre-cum, making sure to polish it out of my navel, too, as her cheeks shine and her face glows.

Now swallowing hard, she moves slowly, as if drugged, with a soft groan in her throat, lolling the cock, moving sideways, 80 degrees to turn, so she can now to and fro the cock from her forehead down to her chin. When it reaches her mouth she sucks on the underside, puckering up the wrinkling base of the tube in her mouth for a few seconds, then coming off with a slurp, to begins tonguing the moving, unwrinkled shiny band of foreskin that is her favorite part. 

Murmuring happily, she looks at the whole, nodding cock as if it is a present she has just unwrapped. She delicately paints the shining stretched red marked meat with her drooling tongue, coating the shaft right below the helmeted ridge of the head with copious amounts of drool, then working the drool down the shaft and up to the bright swollen head and back until the entire cock is bathed in her spit, little bubbles of it that pop as she moves to and fro. The cock now lay-stands, bobbing in a slick sheen of her eager drool, spit dripping into my navel, which she polishes clean periodically, too.

She now just stays a few inches above the cock for a long minute, cooing at it. 

"It's so beautiful," she whispers hungrily.

"Tell me more," I say.

"The head is so strong. The whole length of it has such power and gorgeousness. It's a cock to worship. I so want to worship your cock. Tell me this won't be the last time with your cock, please, Roger, please."

"It depends," I smile, "on how good of a job you do it sucking the cum out of it."

She nods frantically.

"Yes sir. Out of these big balls, yes, please, more," she cries, almost anguished. With another cry she returns to the cock. 

She now hotly sockets the cock with her panting mouth, breathing and licking all along its length, using the moist breath from the warm interior of her mouth.

Let me pause for a pet peeve right here. You will notice how there is no pleading from Megan about "I want your cum, are you gonna come for me?" None of that third rate street whore stuff, where the whore keeps whining that she needs you to come. Why? It's obvious, isn't it? Whores who are constantly urging you to come have one thing in mind -- they are watching the clock and want to be done with you and out the door. Fine, but they will never make the big bucks! Great courtesans know that eagerness and pleasure in service produces the greatest monies. No great courtesan keeps shouting at you to come. Now, as a good john you have 2 responsibilities in return, too. You must tell her what you love, teach her patiently, and when she gives it to you, you must reward her generously! Otherwise you get what you deserve.

Now even the shaft right below the head, the last part of my cock to harden up, is now pulsing, and finishes its curing into rod straightness - having grown hog fat under her ministrations, so eagerly given. My balls are tightening up, too. I have big balls in a considerable, almost baggy meat sack, but now they are gathering in tight, ready to support my load.) I feel like a bull being milked.

Now I am as hard as I ever get -- hard as marble, my dick like an upright wand, a pulsing erection that she is quite literally gobbling.

Her desire to drain me dry arches her body now, as she nuzzles happily beneath the engorged head, alternating with purse-lipped licks up and down the pink white shaft, holding it with her fingers as if it were a gorgeous Sevres vase, and tonguing along the smooth length, the whole length now stretched out, the glistening foreskin and head. Sometimes she will moan loudly, and sit back to stare at the cock she is jacking off with her left hand. Then she will smile at me joyously, but then quickly and eagerly her head will go back down to the cock.

I rise up an inch or two on the couch in sheer joy, observe her, then settle back with a happy sigh, and she takes this rhythm in stride, eyes darting to see if I needed something else, looking up at me to make sure, then back to her work, her joy, her pleasure.

I spread my legs further apart to let her get at me fully.

Her lips have taken over from my fist as a jacking tool now -- she is jack backing my penis like an addict pulling back on a hypodermic that they've just used to get high.

This is a deepening of her worship of my drooling tool -- for pre cum is leaking now freely. I can feel it -- and she is tasting it fervidly... demonstrating an insatiable desire to drink me dry with her frantic continuous swallowing of the clear pre-cum, without exposing the cock head to the light of day. She just drinks it instantly as it comes out.




Ode To A Cali Courtesan



I think about how I'll come back and pay her double for two hours and two sucks. After she finishes one I will have her stay down between my legs while I watch TV and she gives me a massage, naked. She will work the backs of my legs and I will order her not to touch my penis. She will be permitted, however, to lick my ass and to lick up any pre-cum that my hardening cock leaks onto my belly. What a nice (and deservedly expensive) fantasy! I think.

I will come twice with her that day, I fantasize (and I'm going to pay double of course to do this, too.) It will be worth it to watch her drink a half cup of my cum. I will take a piss between suck sessions. I might invite her whore pal in to watch and to suck me, too. While I piss, Diana will hold my pissing cock and the other whore will be kissing me.

As I fantasize about this (damned expensive, but hot) fantasy, I came back to the reality of her eager cock sucking. 

I would be a fool to simply fantasize during this perfect set of moments! It would be a shame to waste reality. So I happily refocus on the guzzling, big-titted hungry mouthed sexy whore who has my cock in her mouth, and is milking in and out of her mouth with near orgasmic grunts.

Astonishingly, Megan now actually seems to get more aroused as I do – (what an art to her artifice!), her tongue testing my hardness, loving that the cock is, incredibly! – hardening even more, the head almost bursting out of its foreskin band, the big blue vein that runs along the bottom of my cock pulsing and defining itself in a long rope that grows more taut the more frantic her pistoling mouth works it.

I look down, half drugged, watching how my cock is pistoning in and out of her moving mouth, the wet, oyster like skin of the under shaft shiny as water now as it wrinkles and un-wrinkles her louche lips, which keep re-gripping, keep suctioning hard, her lips earnestly seeking to seal and reseal the vacuum even as the cock pistons in and out. She'll hold it loose-lipped, too, sometimes -- I have shown her how to do this -- the variation increases my pleasure.

I'm not moving at all, she is doing all the work, all the sucking. Her mouth is so hot that now I am sweating.

I began now to lightly, calmly stroke her moving head and to push her blonde hair behind one ear with one hand, as she makes sucking, groaning sounds of quiet satisfaction as she feeds on my cock. Even now I want to memorize this all, and I do. Her neon blue open mesh dress, the silver collar necklace brushing forward against - the nipples poking through the mesh that bumps sometimes against my knees -- but mostly she keeps her posture erect, like a good sub. Also the feel of her moist, hot, sucking mouth -- it is in the sucking that this mouth excelled - and the fact that I can, and do, pause sometimes, and push her mouth off my cock for a minute or so and dangle my finger or thumb next to her mouth -- and she licks and sucks the finger eagerly, too, although she begins to keen for cock almost immediately.

"That's right honey, I know you're hungry," I murmur, fueling this whorish fantasy insanely -- and she nods, adding a near frantic 'mmm hmmmm.' 

As she nods, she keeps my cock in her mouth, so my cock slips in and out of her slanting 'O' shaped lips, the lips accommodating the changing angle of the cock shaft, rolling against her tongue and mouth wetly. The vibration of her ardent groans I feel all through the shaft of my stiff cock. Her lips are like a rubbery washer that stays sealed no matter what position the cock shaft is in in her mouth.

I knew I am leaking a steady stream of precum now, I could feel her tasting it and swallowing and cum guzzling.

After a few minutes more I sigh and push her head off my cock. She argues with her mouth, but finally gasps as I pulled her head away, using her hair as a leash.

I sigh. "Let's go into the bedroom," I said, and she nods instantly. "Yes," she says urgently.

I'm tottery and weak-legged with pleasure, and she helps me up, then obediently lets me take control, pushing against the small of her back. She drops to her hands and knees and I hold her by the hair now, using it as a leash to walk her to the bedroom.

Megan never invites me touch her -- -- all her focus is on sucking my cock. I've bought this fantasy for cash -- and she plays it out with no lapses, no going off book, no leaving the stage, not coming out of character.

In the bedroom, she runs to a huge remote the size of a picture frame, telling me "I want to suck you, honey, just let me turn on the music first.' She does so, and it wasn't loud, so I relaxed. After all, a whore needs her soundtrack. 

She quickly comes over, and falls to her knees, the Balanchine ballerina of blowjobs.

"Oh yeah," she says, sounding near tears.

Now I can watch her in the full-length mirror on the closet opposite the bed. 

I am standing, she is kneeling, only two feet from the mirror, which allows me to see us both in full profile. 

For a few seconds, she just stares at the dripping cock that looms over her, blinking her eyes and licking her lips.

As in the living room, the decor here was all very motel room, but that suits me fine. The anonymity (she probably puts out her personal life, like pictures and knick knacks, when her johns are gone) is arousing, somehow, like a hospital.

As I gaze down the length of my body, I see that my cock is at its maximum rock hard length -- bobbing up higher than a 90 degree angle -- iron hard, nicely substantial, but right now it is receiving so much pleasure that it feels like some kind of metal appliance or cane. Crazy.

Again, I have bought a fantasy of being pleased, not pleasing. The cock is here for her to sup upon, which is all it is here for. That is hot to think about, too. Pure selfishness in the moment.

I can see by her flushed face and nipples that Megan is now hot enough, now throat lubricated enough, to take me fully in. 

"It's time you got down to it, sweetheart," I say.

She nods, quickly. "The real suck. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, please."

Her hands close around my ass as I cradle my hands behind her head, the blonde hair thick and almost rough, and braid some of it through my fingers.

I now bring her head forward, but she doesn't get ahead of me -- she knows that right now she's an instrument for mouth fucking.

I take a relaxed breath, and, as her eyes never leave the cock, I push her lips open, and hold onto her tongue with my thumb and forefinger and pull it forward, so it is a pink, open bed.

Her flat, obediently still tongue is a pink bed upon which I can lay my cock.

Slowly, I plant my cock head on her open mouthed tongue and just slide it back and forth letting the foreskin roll over the slightly bumpy tongue surface deliciously.

She takes in breaths and back out to savor the smell and taste of the cock skin.

She stays, open mouthed and groaning, her breath washing the cock that is laving her tongue back and forth, my foreskin rolling along the stippled tongue taste buds.

"That's a good tasting cock, huh," I ask and she tries to talk back.

"Ooo tho oooh" she mumbles, keening with pleasure.

"All right. Now close your mouth and seal the cock inside."

She slowly does this, relishing the feeling of the hard round stick by lashing it with tongue swipes, and finally she let her lips close around it with grunting appetite.

For two minutes she doesn't move very much. She is just getting to know the penis again, probing every inch of it, making out with it without dramatic sucking, mostly holding it and slowly tonguing it so that even if she were in a pitch black room and there were ten hard dicks in the room, she could come and would, when she tasted it, know which was mine.

She says she could do that. I don't doubt her!

Finally I can't take the slow full-mouthed probing anymore.

"Now start to suck it slowly, bitch." I murmur.

Her mouth gathers me in, inch my sucking inch, slicking the tube of my hard meat as it spears here, pushing past her lips, past her waiting, flattened tongue, towards the hot, oysterish back of her throat, the cock head pausing for a moment at her gullet and then popping through that into her throat. She moans with delight the deeper it goes, her mouth noises turning glottal and hoarse, almost wheezing with pleasure.

I love watching the length of its marble hardness disappearing in and out of her gullet.

I've never seen my cock so tubular and hard. Pity I'm not fucking her. I have had whores where part of the contract was giving them pleasure back -- that was part of what I paid for. And I have loved doing it! But that was not what I pay for here with Megan. I happily pay -- a lot -- to simply receive cock suck pleasure. It is explicit -- part of our contract. 

Her mouth moving all over my cock, she sits up on her haunches, her mouth writhing open, urgently groaning to gorge on my erect penis.

Plunge sucking. Pump work. So perfect.

I relax into the bliss of not having to worry about anything. So rare. Just riding the rhythm of pleasure. I would rather have the ministrations of Megan, than a new car. Also? It's made me a far better lover in my real life. Believe me or not, it's completely true. I receive and thus can give more.

In danger of peaking again, I pull the cock away with a soft pop that causes her to cry out.

"Do you want me to come?" I ask her, a test.

"No!" she cries quickly. "Not yet, please."

With a grin, I present it to her again. My cock sticks out towards her, a rock hard, wet phallus that she needs to worship again. She utters a cry as she stares at it, ducking her head and coming up again, pressing her pussy against her thighs.

I am looming over her kneeling form, and we are both in front of the bedroom's mirrored wall. I so enjoy seeing her naked, splayed out on the white carpet on her knees in front of me -- it arouses me to see her blonde head coming towards my cock in the mirror, the brute power of the helmeted, wet cock thrusting towards her, demanding service.

A whore working a cock with her mouth is a work of art. I don't know when society will allow it's public celebration -- but someday I see an art gallery devoted just to fellatio and cunnilingus! Then we will know we are a Great Society!

Pressing her palms onto my knees, she takes with a relishing lip tension the cock back into her mouth and begins to lave it with her tongue, crisscrossing it and sucking it and moaning. 

I firmly hold onto the sides of her head, feeling her hair crinkling against my palms, softly pulling her in and out, all the while watching in profile her blonde head consuming every inch of my dick, wrinkling and unwrinkling the deep red strawberry lips, as I fuck her mouth in and out, using her hair as a bridle, her ears as my handles for the skull fuck. 

Her groans are soft, garbled by the saliva and sucking action she is coo-ingly administering. Using her head, my hands on either side, playing with her ears, never slamming in and out -- but going deep, gently using her ears as handles. I watch, fascinated as she consumes cock with a slight bucking motion forwards and backwards with her head. 

Her knees are folded against the carpet, occasionally adjusting quickly to my thrusting, trying to keep up with me frantically, always servicing at the right angle. Her ass poking up, rocking too. Her appetite for my cock seems to grow, not fade, as she eats – her hunger increasing. 

After several minutes I pull free and now rudely stroke the full length of my rock hard member right next to her face, her eyes on it.

I jack it hard, and A blooming long drop of spit flip drips from the piss slit, and she quickly catches it and sucks it into her mouth.

I nod. "Good one," I say. 

She closes her eyes and swallows happily.

I push her head away, forcing her back onto her folded knees.

She sits back, blinking as if in a daze, and looks at my cock again, but now raises her blue eyes to me questioningly, whispering:

"Can I please please please lick your ass?" she pleads, her doll like blue eyes staring up into mine all wide and nearly desperate.

Another wing to the museum of whores!

I think for a moment, and then nodded flatly. "Yes." I said. 

She immediately groans again and put her hands up to start gently turning me away from her so she could get at my asshole.

I let her do so, turning to face the other way, my other profile in the mirror, looking out now, towards the balcony, with its view of the freeway.

Megan, I noticed, has placed a heavy sunshade outside. It makes the place darker than I'd like. But I can still observe Megan in fine detail. The way her ass plumped against her calves as she knelt. The bloom of it.

My cock sticking straight out now in front. Megan kneeling behind me.

Perfection. Another part of the minuet.

"OH, god," she moans. "I can't believe you're going to let me lick your ass."

She compresses and wets her lips as she looks at my legs and butt. This is one talented whore. She can convey excitement at the idea of rimming - give her an Oscar, a specially designed Whore Oscar -- one where a girl is kneeling behind Oscar and tonguing his ass.

Hollywood could give out many of these every year!

She moves forward. Her hot breath on my ass cheeks.

I love that she has asked me if she could lick my ass. She has allowed me to ponder this decision. It's part of her courtesan talent. This supreme erotic flourish is for me to decide. Decide that yes, I do want this hot blonde to lick my ass. That's not the kind of decision you often get to make in life, yes? It's worth the fee...

She simply poises her face a few inches from my buttocks for a few moments, bringing her hands up to stroke the backs of my thighs and trace around each globe of my ass.

"You have such a beautiful ass. So muscular and flat." she murmurs.

I can feel her soft exhales and inhales on my thighs.

My cock juts out in front with impossible hardness.

She is hot in her breathing now as her head moves closer to my crack.

She spreads my legs apart with her warm hands, and I stand with my feet further apart, so she can get at me. My ball bag hangs down and she reaches through my open legs with her fingertips to brush it lovingly.

Her fingers flutter on my balls and up to my rod, even as she moves her knees wider on the carpet, adjusting to my stance, frantically moving to make it comfortable for me -- to get her mouth into position.

She licks her lips.

Her hands go onto my hip bones.

I am glad I had soaped my nether regions up repeatedly in the shower, taking care to use a towel just to get it soapy and utterly clean, and washed to perfection.

"I want to tongue your asshole," she breathed. "Can I please?"

I nod.

She gives a whimper.

I watch with deep appreciation as Megan tips forward slowly on her knees, bringing her face towards my ass.

Now she is up a little off her knees to reach me deeply. Her face is just a little below my taut ass. She leans forward more. 

As I jack my cock in profile, I am so glad I'm lean and in shape. I couldn't get into the fantasy that she desires me if I am looking at an overweight, saggy dude in the mirror. It just wouldn't work!

She reaches her hands up and softly, gently pulling my ass checks apart.

She puts her nose into the crack and takes a deep breath.

"You smell so clean and good," she whispers.

She now licks delicately down into my crack, but not heavy sucking. Shifting forward, moving to one side so she can lever her head directly under my spread legs, her hair slanting down onto my thigh, she licks my taint all the way up to the back of my sac, her tongue laving my back balls and my taint repeatedly. Her tongue feels like a wet, lovingly moving worm up into my ass crack then back to my balls. 

Meanwhile, I am vibrating with pleasure as I slowly jack my cock, now pulsing marble in my hand.

She now sits back again, so her head is behind my ass. Now, slowly, groaningly, she licks down from the base of my spine all the way into my crack, her tongue more urgent now. 

So far she's avoided my asshole itself, saving that for last. But now her worming tongue heads right up to my ass hole, keeping her hands on my ass, softly pulling apart my cheeks so she can get at my anus itself. Her tongue, wet and flat, comes to rest against the very ring of my asshole. I groan with pleasure and she returns it with a sigh.

Magnificent whore!

For 2 minutes I jack my cock as her tongue laves my ass. 

A supreme worldly pleasure -- I can think of few others above it. Dante should have written about it! He was great with sin.

When you are getting rimmed, you can add to the pleasure by slowly jacking yourself – and I did so, relishing this utterly selfish scenario I am playing out with Megan. Here is a beautiful girl with her tongue in my ass. This indulgence I have allowed myself. And what's more, this transaction is, I believe, fair. As my old boss used to say "sometimes your thank you is your paycheck.' So true - LOL!

I'm drugged with it, just having her mouth and lips and tongue annealed to my asshole as I jack back my cock. Her groans come thick and fast. It is amazing -- she is demonstrating - like a perfect whore -- a sub's appetite for cock and ass.

I love it completely. My dick is hard as steel.

I celebrate this enthusiastically ass-licking temple whore!

After two minutes of jacking myself I can feel I'm getting too close again.

And I don't want to come like this.

I want to come in her mouth. Lying down so I can put all my energy into fucking her mouth.

So I step forward and turn, pirouette, my dick swinging towards her face.

My stiff swinging dick instantly gets her attention, but as she comes forward, blinking, her cheeks and mouth still wet from ass sucking, I firmly put my hands on her shoulders and trace my finger on that eager, ass licking mouth, keeping it away from my pre-cum dripping cock that stands so triumphantly above her eager head.

I smile down at her and she smiles hungrily up at me.

"More?" she asks eagerly.

"Time to go to the bed," I say and she nods quickly.

"Yes." she says.

I offer her a hand up but she doesn't take it -- just scrambles to her feet.

She follows me towards the big double bed, still in her clacking heels.

"How do you want me?" she asks as she follows me to the bed.

I don't reply for a moment. I simply slowly lie down on the bed, on my right side, dandling my cock with my left hand.

"You're such a beautiful man," she whispers.

"Thank you, Megan. You are a beautiful woman."

I look up at her eager face, which is waiting for a command.

"Lie on the bed on your side, your head facing my cock," I tell her, finally, lazily stretching as I speak.

"Mm hmm." she replies, and almost throws herself down along the bed, crawling up until her head is even with my dick. 

I toss a pillow from the top of the bed, and she stuffs it under her head, nodding.

"Oh, yeah," she says happily.

She accommodatingly moves towards the cock that is pointing, redly, at her, still cradled in my hand.

Her hands reach for my cock.

"Hang on," I say, clearing my throat. "Don't touch the cock yet. Just stay there."

I want to anticipate this come for the last time. So I put my hand around my extended rod, slowly covering and uncovering the head as I jack it.

She sighs and comes forward.

"Stay back," I warn her.

She whimpers, but obeys.

For a few second I just enjoy jacking my cock into her pretty face.

Finally I sigh.

"Okay, Megan. Now. Just take the head in,"

To ensure this, I only allow the wet head to come forward out of my fist, the foreskin wrinkling around my closed fingers.

"YES, sir," she said, giving a little shivery moan of anticipation, and licking softly and devotedly around the tightly pulled skin under the ridge of the helmeted corona. She cup lips the head, smackingly, tasting and inhaling the scent as she does. The thin stretched foreskin sparkles in the light of her saliva.




Ode To A Cali Courtesan



My hand feels so good pistoning the cock, and as the head is exposed I push it into her eagerly sucking mouth, and she began to suck like a baby with a bottle, nursing.

I love feeding her the heavy, solid length of my cock. Love her eager need for it. She's so good at what she does. A suck slut. Ardent.

Time for a little skull fucking. Nothing dramatic yet.

For two minutes I push my cock head and just half my cock into her mouth and back out, forward and backward, softly fucking her mouth steadily, pumping and pistoning.

"No hands, bitch." I order.

She instantly puts her arms straight down alongside her body, letting me simply head fuck her like she was a love doll. She keeps her mouth tight, and vacuum-sealed. 

As I groan into a rhythm, she relaxes into a soft groan, and she accepts my head fucking by moving in the rhythm I give to her. Her whole body moving as one unit.

Now I am just pump fucking her skull, my cock spearing into her tightly lipped mouth, passively accepting, with keen grunts of pleasure, this evil skull fucking I am giving her.

The rest of her body moves with the head. Her sloppy sucking gets a little louder, and now the sounds of socketed, dripping saliva and moaning fill the room, as she makes her mouth just a fuck pocket for my cock -- a sucking wet voraciousness, almost a gargling sound.

As I steadily mouth fuck her I grunt with pleasure, and she returns it with deep happiness.

Finally I stop the mouth fucking. I want to rest.

"Stop," I order her.

She does so.

For a long minute, I just lie here, enjoying the growing waves of pleasure I'm feeling from the cock suck.

She waits obediently and silently. She used to moan during these interregnums, but she has learned to stay silent and wait for me.

She has learned the joys of being a good student.

Finally I take a breath and clear my throat.

"Suck it," I command. 

Quickly she comes forward, her hands back up to the cock, her lips savoring the head as she goes right back to sucking it hard, tasting it with joy. She pulls the head away from the base of the cock with a gripping hand, beginning to jack me again, wetting the web of her palm and thumb and once again guzzling. Liquid spills out of her mouth, onto the cock.

Her mouth now grows so ardent that her suction is now bordering on sucking in with too much vacuum - this had been a problem early on for us 3 years ago -- and I worry that I will have to remind her again.

Finally I do.

"Softly and slowly" I say, and she immediately backs off, but not too far -- getting slower and gentler. This just increases my cock's hardness and electrical pulsing. 

I can't see much of my cock, she's keeping it in her fist and mouth.

I think about making this even more erotic. Musing on Eros while having one's dick sucked is part of the great joy of having a whore. So I think about what I can do with Megan in the coming month, on other lazy, sunlit afternoons.

Licking my cock after I pissed, her squatting beside my unzipped dick at a public urinal? Megan, handling the cock as it pisses, watching it, fascinated?

Ordering her to come to a movie theater in Santa Barbara, and having her get on her knees and suck me for 20 minutes during the film. Then ordering her to the men's room and fucking her mouth in one of the stalls? I definitely wanted a toilet sub whore at one point. I think it would be hot doing it in a dirty bathroom. I would order her to watch me piss, and then she would lick it afterwards. I would never do this if she would be uncomfortable -- only if she offered it as a service. I'm all about the art. 

The fantasy of it makes me even more excited. I think about a porno story I'd loved -- of an eager sub on the front seat of her master's car, the sub sucking her master while he drove to a motel where she would swallow nearly half of a cup of his come.

Megan's suckling is so steady and dependable now, mouthing me like a custom cranked water pump. My pleasure is building, and through a cloud I suddenly perceived that I was headed for orgasm. I am very happy. But I don't want to come quite yet.

"Stop." I finally gasp, and she reluctantly lets go, but keeps her head even with my cock. I again have to cover the head of the cock to keep her nuzzling mouth and lips off of it. Her insistent lips leech suck at my hand, and she is whimpering in frustrated hunger again.

I don't want her to be too aggressive, because my cock now feels on the edge - pulsing and hard and there is a deep pleasure building. 

The sacred cock pleasure orgasm starts in my lower spine - it's just natural -- I don't have to urge it on, not when a perfect cum slut is urging it, drawing it out of you with great hunger.

It's the greatest feeling I can imagine. It's my dream come true. Thank you, Megan, you goddess of cock suck, I whisper. This whore is teaching me to learn to accept the gift of complete giving. She really is! It is a therapeutic truth beyond disputing - an eager blowjob from a desperately eager suck slut can make a man a better, more giving man. Megan's a healer. She's made me a much better person in my personal life. Laugh all you want. It's true.

I want to store up the velvety pleasure of sucking, of feeling her mouth worship and devour me over and over. 

So, for two more minutes, I just let her suckle me. Basho says to live in the moment when you can. Yes. The room is dark, and despite the light music and the cat licking herself in her bed nearby, I lose myself in the suck.

I am just allowing this shameless cock whore, this puppy sub, to joyously feed on my cock. I am giving this suck whore, this dick eater, the pleasure of tasting my dick.

She takes her mouth off for a second.

"I've been thinking of sucking this cock since Tuesday when you called," she says hoarsely. "I've dreamt of it."

"Hush. Return to the suck."

Nodding, she returns to the cock.

When you are deep in a fantasy -- that is when life can feel perfect, yes? And all I feel is the anguished, happy vacuum - the wet slick pocketed feeling of sliding my cock along her lips, bursting, the pre come leaking from the head into her lapping mouth. 

Sometimes she now pauses to slick the cock with saliva as it enters her red purpling lips, sometimes she traps the cock head against the roof of her mouth to tongue taste it and lever it around, basting it and cleaning off the oozing pre-cum.

The feeling building in my cock is like a slow burning fire moving slowly up my spine and up through my cock. I can feel the fire rise. 

This time I'm not going to stop it.

The only sound is her lapping, gargling grunts of joy, the slick sloppy suction.

"Do you want to be number one on my list of cum whores, Megan? The one I call when I'm in my car and I'm horny and I want a quick suck off, on the spur of the moment?"

She takes her mouth off my dick to groan, quickly, an enthusiastic response. "YES."

"Will you suck me off in my car?"

"YES."

"In a gas station bathroom?"

"GOD YES, DO YOU MEAN IT."

"I do."

"Well, I do too, Roger. Oh."

I know she means it. Because I am such a good, high paying customer. Some of her johns are no doubt cheap. Unreliable. But not me. I didn't flake on appointments. I made appointments early and in advance. I never 'bargained'. I showed up clean, sober, courteous, kind, and happy. It just made her want to please me more. I get the reward of feeling the intensity of her desire in my thick cock, plating against her tongue. 

I fantasize of Megan as my suck slut, playing elaborate games. When I come in next time, she will be ordered to get on her knees, and pronto. This will make her happy. This she will obey. I fantasize making her my suck doll. Leading her on a leash through the apartment, stopping every few feet to feed her my dick, to rest my foot on her shoulder while she licks up into my asshole.

She had always been ordered to be ready to spend all her energy making love to my cock, making out with it. And she'd done it. Eagerly. Her job. From the beginning. When I first met her, I told her "keep your emphasis on cock worship. Understood?" She smile as if a sunburst was lighting her face. "That's what I LOVE to do, anyway, Roger!" she had laughed delightedly.

"You're such a good cute little dick sucker," I now gasp, her replying moan instant and ardent --now letting her have the cock again, removing my hand from the top of the shaft, uncovering it. Her throat pulses as she took in my cock, a groan deep in her throat, as if I'd opened a present for her hungry self.

This time I can feel the orgasm building. It isn't weak or sputtery like it can be when the sex isn't great. I knew -- I could tell -- that another 20 or 40 pistons into this wet mouth and I will come. My cum will be hers.

It is such a joyous feeling. 

I check my watch. I have now been sucked for at least 15 minutes. It has been a commendable, wonderful thing -- an act of perfect whoredom. 

Excelsior, Megan! She should be celebrated on a bas-relief - a temple of Eros whore.

She deserves the come. 

In my mind, I review how we'd gotten to this peak moment. This helps me build my orgasm. First she had worshiped my dick on the couch. 20 minutes ago, there on the couch, my legs had splayed open, after her wonderful toweling. For minutes she'd sucked me in the living room, then we'd moved to the bedroom. There, before the long mirror, on her knees with my cock arrowing in and out, she'd sucked my cock again. Then she'd laved and eaten out my asshole.

Finally we'd come to this bed, where she had begun letting me fuck her mouth in earnest. And finally she had begun the serious task of true deep cock sucking.

She's earned cum.

I tell her this as my meat rides slickly along the meatus of her grunting lips.

"Honey you've earned my come."

"O pleaaathhhh!" she mumbles, her voice going up at the end. "Pleathhh..."

Still she feeds on my cock, like a baby bird taking in a worm. Her throat bulges with my dick on every stroke (I've gone back to letting her do most of the sucking, but now I lever my hips and get ready to mouth fuck her at the end.)

Having Megan eat my cock as it sprays hot cum onto her pooling tongue is a piece of the pleasure of Megan and her magic.

I'm ready now.

Grabbing her ears and steeling my fingers in her rough feeling hair, I thrust it all the way and back out, stroke on sucking up suck stroke. By her continued hot sighs of glottal pleasure, mostly uttered with a mouth full of thrusting man meat -- well, I'm impressed at her stamina and apparent hunger. She's created a sacrament out of my cock. 

She's worshiped my cock and my asshole repeatedly. She deserves a load of cum shot out of my cock and into her mouth.

I decide I will come. Moving an inch or two on the bed to adjust, still on my side, her on her side facing me, her head down between my legs, I now move my left hand -- it goes up and pulls the back of her hair into a tight rope.

My right hand now pushing rudely down to get her mouth away. She is shocked, and grieving, instantly, but just as quickly I let her head snap back onto the cock, greedily guzzling, grateful to have the inches of cock meat back into the recesses of her throat.

For 20 seconds I build to the sucking, and now come out of her mouth one final time, just yanking it out and presenting its angry, wanting, pulsing length to her, dandling it a little in my fingers, the mushroom head dripping with precum.

I just want to celebrate the radiating desire of the pole, let her anticipate it, too -- and now I fist the cock, point it at her as she stares at it in wild surmise, knowing now what is to come.

"Mouth fucking," she says, drooling. "Just use me as a hole Roger PLEASE!"

I now plunge it into her sealing mouth, fisting it against her lips, my left hand holding her hair like a leash collar.

It is good to just use her, to lose myself in my growing, rod of pleasure, spearing her mouth over and over again, using it like a pussy. Never hard or harsh, but the tight seal between her lips and my cock laving and re-laving it.

This time I can feel the orgasm building, and my rigid cock beginning to tingle...

I pistol in and out and now I felt a brutal pleasure rises...

She does, too. She's gone stiff and is keeping her arms straight down at her sides as I plunge in and out of her mouth.

I began to head fuck her, but now she must have sensed from the cock head pulses and my rhythm that I am close to coming.

In response, her cock-stuffed mouth clamps down with wet stiff pressure now, her mouth just an O-ring adoring my cock meat, her muffled cries of hunger pleasure growing frantic, if still soft, and she bows her neck forward, curving, and her entire body goes strong in anticipation of the come.

It's like the climax of a symphony, I can hear the beats of it, her sucking head moving in my hands just like a suck pump being used to milk a bull. She is, for this blissful moment, just a beautiful blonde head to be fucked and used. A hot mouth to take my come. 

I feel the mushroom head of my cock flaring, pulsing and flaring again. As she whimpers in delight, her mouth tightens in a fleshy ring around my stretched tight foreskin, a building sun fire chakra begins deep in my spine.

It emanates from the wet flesh in my crack behind, the butt slit where she had licked me, and radiates up my spine and through my now vibrating, metal hard cock, up into the cockhead itself that is ensconced in her firm lipped suction mouth. 

My rod vibrates, signaling her. 

With a blooming burst, the electrical pleasure comes first, exploding like a sun fire in my cock and brain.

I cry out. She moans in response.

And now, on the fourth gigantic wave of pleasure, my orgasm explodes down in my cock head and balls. I can feel cum surging out of my balls and up my cock, and pumping into the head -- I can feel it squirting now in little peals of pleasure out of my cock head slit.

Her own groans reach a crescendo. I cry out, and begin joyously to squirt come in her mouth, giving a low, guttural animal groan of pure pleasure.

For long seconds I feel my rod spasming against her wildly engorging tongue -- sometimes she simply takes the come, sometimes she varies it by trapping my shaft against the roof of her mouth as the cum shoots from the slit, and inside her mouth, lips still closed around the cock. Sometimes as the come gushes, her tongue goes to work to lap it up instead of letting it go down her throat without getting to eat it. Sometimes she inhales simultaneously with the cum eating, eagerly tasting it and groaning.

She never takes her lips off my cock, taking in the pumping orgasm as everything else.

Her cheeks suck in to relish my seed, and she stays on the still pulsing penis with earnest studiousness, wanting to lap and taste.

She makes piteous moans of satisfaction, of hunger continuing, of breathing slightly open mouthed to inhale the scent of my roaming dick, too, with its combination of her pumped saliva, my pre-cum, my dick skin and the come itself.

Five separate waves of deep pulsing pleasure have now course through my body, as I hold her head against my cock, knowing that cum gush is now easing. Much has been flowing out. A boiling geyser of it, four day's worth. 

As I finish the come, a final surge of it surprises her, and she groans and gobbles it up.

I am now floating with spent pleasure - my orgasm utterly having spent me.

She keeps my cock in her mouth a long time. Frankly, she wants to get all my come, and my spent cock continues drooling cum for a while. She knows from experience that if she doesn't keep her mouth on my cock, some of my later come will fall onto her bed spread and this is where her puppy sub personality collides with her deep desire to keep her furniture and bedding really really nice.

This puppy does not like stains.

So she gobbles it all. And stays on it.

I simply lay there, watching my wonderful, hungry whore.

That was my Megan courtesan experience. And I thank God for it.

I think an encounter with a talented courtesan is one of life's best pleasures. Really. Right up there near number one, if I can be truthful.

I honor whores completely. I see why temples have been made to them.

I know this may sound ludicrous -- to someone who doesn't understand human nature. But the truth is, after I left Megan two days ago, I sent up a prayer of thanks to God, to the Force.

A prayer of thanks for Megan

My temple whore.

I thanked God for Megan today.