4 comments/ 87787 views/ 4 favorites Cock Worship By: Rubberband man I married my wife midway through college. At 5' 6 and 125 lbs, she has a very sexy frame. She's a blonde with a tight round ass and 34c tits with long nipples. The first night she reached down my pants and smiled as she took my cock in hand tightly. Since that night my cock has been more hers than my on. She shaves my pubic area and balls every two days when I shave my face. She is fixated on me being hard. When we were dating, I told her as a kid I used to love to get myself hard and keep it that way for as long as an hour or two. I'd walk around in the woods where we lived with a tight rubber band or two around the base of my 8 inch cock. After 20 or 30 minutes, I'd remove the bands and let the color turn back to pink from purple as I spit on my throbbing cock and stroked it a bit—then I'd strap 'em back on. I loved the way it throbbed between my legs, with the head so big, my veins sticking out, and my cock standing so hard twitching to be rubbed. I just loved that aching feeling and really liked seeing it that hard. After doing that, 5 or 6 years during my teenage years I guess I kind of got myself in the habit to where every afternoon my cock expected it. Anyway, after confessing that to my girlfriend she told me all her life she wanted a big cock she could do with as she pleased. She moved in, every afternoon after classes she came over, and we'd take my motorcycle out into the country to this remote area. We'd both get naked and she would suck me hard and tightly put rubber bands and sometimes duct tape on my erection and we'd walk in the woods there. If we stopped to kiss, she would grip my dick tightly sometimes pulling firmly on it away from my body. Other times she would kneel and lick the head and pee slit—sometimes bending it downward a bit letting it hang under her chin. It would throb under her chin. Sometimes I encouraged her to lightly thump the head, which gave me an unbelievable sensation. Other times she would bend over grabbing her ankles allowing my purple swollen cock to slide into her pussy. After returning she'd fix me a plate of food and as I ate she would be under the kitchen table licking my cock, sucking the head, licking my balls, adding and removing things like tape, rubber bands of various sizes and colors, attaching string around the head and tugging lightly on it as it tried to remain standing upward. My cock fascinated her and I loved it. Soon she graduated to clipping clothespins on the loose skin of my ball sack and clamping on weights to tug and train my ball sack to hang lower. I thought eventually she would tire of my toy but she hasn't. My balls hang down now low and big and slap her pussy when we fuck. She loves that sensation and the way they look when I'm erect hanging so low. A year ago, she brought home a girl named Cleo who is as crazy as she is about cock worship. Now Cleo is under my table almost nightly sucking on me with my wife. They both wear nipple rings that have weights attached that tug their nipples as they mess around with my cock. After supper, I sit on the couch and usually one of the two is playing with my dick as I surf the cable. If I get near cuming, they back off. Later we fuck and I'll take that Cialis and pound both of em good until we're too wore out to fuck. Life is good right now. She wants me to get my ball sack pierced. I'm considering it. I've never had so much damn fun and enjoyed being the center of attention. I love waking up in the morning and finding her licking my cock's head first thing. Sometimes my boner is so hard I can't bend it enough to pee. I step in the shower and piss upward – man I love my life. Cock Worship "My hands are cold," I say while climbing into the bed next to Him. "Warm them up then," He replies taking my hand and laying it on cock. I giggle and ever so gently touch His limp member. I trace my fingers lightly along the length of it, marveling at how soft it feels right now. As I caress His satin flesh I realize how much love I feel for this Man and I want to communicate it to Him. I want Him to feel my love in ways He never has before. I continue to move my hands over His skin and the idea comes to my head...worship your Master's cock. I smile and know that I want to go slow, I want to take my time and show Him with my every move just how much I love Him. He has told me that the head of His magnificent cock is very sensitive. He has also shown me a couple of other "spots" on His cock that appreciate extra attention. I remember that now and decide to give all of His special "places" the attention they deserve. I keep lightly caressing along the length of Him...never clutching or stroking...just light, feather touches all over. He moans and shivers. I smile. I know I want to give Him pleasure but I also know He is tired. I am not sure if He will even get hard. Usually this makes me unhappy...I want to always please Him. This time, I realize I don't care. It doesn't matter if He gets hard or not...it doesn't matter even if He cums...it only matter that I get to worship His cock, that I can give Him pleasant sensations with my hands and mouth. I keep touching Him with my hands. I want to take my time before I ever put my lips and mouth on Him. I want Him trembling. He sighs and I smile again. I kiss His body...sucking on His sensitive nipples...His back arches ever so slightly. I smile some more. It is time to change things just a tiny bit. I move down on the bed pushing blankets out of the way. I position myself to that I am laying at His side with my head at cock level. This leaves my hands free to keep up their explorations. His penis is still limp but I am not concerned. I know He is enjoying what I am doing by the sounds He is making. I adore His manhood. I treasure it with my hands. The velvet softness of the head amazes me...as I stroke it with tenderness I can feel my pussy getting hot and wet. I want to kiss it. I now know I NEED to kiss it. I move so that I am resting on one elbow, my head is just above His cock and I still have one hand free. I occupy it by cupping His balls, squeezing gently at first then a little harder. He moans again...deeply. I smile again...broadly. I can wait no longer. I lean over and kiss the velvet crown of the cock I worship. I let my lips glide over it, never allowing the head to slip inside my mouth, just kissing it with all the love I feel in my heart. He moans again and His cock stiffens. I am dazzled by how quickly velvet-soft turns to steel and my pussy clenches automatically, squeezing a phantom cock. I trace along the length of His hardening member with my finger once more. Then, with reverence, I lower my head and slowly take Him into my wet mouth. I close my lips around it making a tight circle with them. I want to memorize every centimeter of it with my lips and tongue. He moans and shivers. My instinct is to suck Him in and out of my mouth but I resist the urge. I want this to last as long as possible. I slide His head out of my mouth and trace along the ridge of it with my tongue...over and over I go and with every pass His cock pulsates and jumps. It's as if it yearns to be inside of my mouth. I certainly yearn to have it there. Again I resist the temptation to just suck Him deeply into my throat. I want this to last! I lick along the length of the cock in my possession and after I am finished with my tongue inspection I lift my head for a moment. I look up at the Man who owns my soul. His head is back and there is a smile on His face that I don't know if I have ever seen before...He is completely under my spell and He loves it. I smile myself and return to my worship. When I lower my head this time I take His whole cock into my mouth...slowly...I purse my lips and force His cock to part them. I know He likes it when I do that. It feels tight on His cock, like when He parts my flesh to enter my ass. He grips the sheet and moans His encouragement. I continue to suck Him inside the wet warmth of my mouth. I know He is imagining sliding into something else warm and wet. Once His cock-head has touched the back of my throat I stop. I stay like this, my mouth stuffed with His hardness, sucking but not moving. Again because I know its something He likes and this is about pleasing Him. While I am poised there I decide to play with His balls, something new. I cup them, squeezing for a bit, then release them. Then I tickle along the surface of them, slide my fingers under and tickle there. His reaction is immediate...indrawn breath and His back arches...moans of pleasure. I am transported by the knowledge that I am doing this to Him...for Him. He hips begin to buck and I know the tension is getting to Him. He wants me to move and I do. I slide His cock out and then in...again and again. I go as slow as I can. His moans increase as I increase the tempo of my sucking and His cock gets even harder. I know He is close. I suck as hard as I can and pull Him out of my mouth with a loud, wet plop. His breath sucks in and He gasps, "oh my god!" I smile again. I slip two fingers up the side of His wet penis and He shivers. His breathing is ragged and I know I have taken Him to the edge. I give Him a second to prepare for the next onslaught. I pull Him into my mouth again with my lips puckered tightly and begin the slow in and out movement. His cock throbs in my mouth and becomes increasingly rigid. I suck as hard as I can while pulling Him out of my mouth. I pick up the pace all the time trying to suck harder. He gasps again and grips the sheets tighter. I know He is ready and this time I want to taste His cum. I suck hard while I move my mouth faster. I let my tongue dance along His cock while it slides in and out. I can feel the head flare out forcing my mouth wider and I know it will be soon. I suck as hard as I can and move my free hand back to His balls, squeezing gently. His hips buck upward forcing His wonderful cock deep into my throat and that's when I feel it...His hot cum shooting into my mouth. Success! As He cums I slow my pace but increase the sucking and He moans and says to me, "oh man, that is incredible baby!" I am engulfed by happiness and joy. I want to taste every drop of Him. I want to consume His essence into me. I suck His cock, drinking of Him, as His hips slow their movement I slow mine. I realize I am coming full circle in my worship of Him. I repeat the steps that I began with in reverse...slowly sucking, then licking, then kissing His cock. When I finally am forced to let it slip from my mouth I feel a little sad but it quivers with pleasure and I am fulfilled. He pulls me up to lay on His chest. He strokes my hair and says the magic words, "lil one, that was amazing! I have never experienced anything like that before. You had every nerve ending dancing and singing!" "Did I please You, Master?" I ask quietly. "Oh yes, lil one, oh yes." "Thank You, Master. That is what I wanted." I snuggle into His chest and let my fingers trace along His body once more. He shivers and covers us with the blankets. I am content, happy and full of light. I feel totally satisfied even though I had no orgasm of my own... His hands never once touched my pussy. I am surprised to find that it doesn't matter; I still feel this sense of complete contentment. I am surrounded by love and peace that is what satisfies my soul and fills me with joy. He pulls me tighter to Him and snuggles His head into my hair. My heart swells with the joy and I feel like I might explode with it all. Then He whispers to me, "You are the best, lil one. You surprise me with your love and devotion sometimes. I am so lucky to have you." The intensity of the emotions I am experiencing makes me feel lost for a moment. I am overwhelmed, my head pounds and I know my heart will burst. Then He throws me the life line...the tether that binds me to Him...He says, "I love you." I am saved. I turn into His body and drift to sleep...safe...sound...content...ready to serve. I am His...forever. Cock Worship Mary Lou worshiped cocks: long, short, fat, skinny, or any combination thereof. Tony's dick was being adulated tonight. He sat on a stool with his rod standing at a forty-five degree angle. It was about six and a half inches long of average thickness. "It's beautiful," she said wrapping her hand around it while smiling up at him. "I like a hard shaft." She continued to look him in the eye, but her hand moved slowly up and down his pole with a slight twisting motion. He returned her smile, and his lips twitched as her fingers and hand slipped up and down his prick. Her head dropped; she licked the pre cum from the tip, "Yum, nice flavor." She placed her tongue at the V at the bottom of his gland trying to change it into a U. Tony moaned arching his back. Her tongue ran slow circles around the head while at the same time stroked him. "Nice," she said looking up at him. Luscious, red, thick, wet lips surrounded the head and slurped off with a smack. Over and over again she took the tip into her mouth and released it, while at the same time looking up into Toney's marveling eyes. She pushed his cock back against his stomach, and licked from his scrotum to the top, back down to his balls, and sucked first one and then the other into her mouth. Peering up at him she saw him gritting his teeth. She lapped the underside of his cock until it was bright red. Salivating, she returned to tickling the head of his shaft. "Stop torturing me," Tony said taking her by the head probing her mouth. Mary Lou pulled back and said, "Be quiet and let me have my fun." With one hand at the base of his pole, she slipped her lips down the length of him until she reached her hand. Up and down, up and down she stimulated the top half of his length. Tony groaned and tried to pull her deeper. She withdrew, "If you want me to finish don't apply force" she said, looking up at him with anger. "Okay, okay." With lips tight, she slowly pushed herself down until he was completely encased. She stopped for a second and then stroked him rapidly. He groaned placed his hand on her head again and fucked her throat, in and out, in and out, her lips holding him tight. His body stiffened; he thrust into her mouth and spurted his liquid with a loud groan. Mary Lou thrilled at the gushing jism, swallowed as much as she could, and felt the rest washing down her chin. When her mouth was clear she asked, "Was it worth the wait?" He sat trembling on the stool, "You're the best cock sucker I've ever had." "Are you ready for seconds," she asked smiling up at him with satisfaction. Tony's sexual release and intoxication put him to sleep before he could answer her question. She wanted to suck him off again and then fuck him silly. Disappointed, she cleaned herself and took a taxi to her apartment. * * * Mary Lout was the oldest of three girls in the Lewis family; Mary Lou differed from that of her cute, reckless, outgoing, charming personality of her middle sister, Betsy Sue, and from her spoiled, rotten brat younger sister, Bonnie May. Mary Lou was beautiful, even as a child, but shy and introverted because her mother expected perfection from her. She was often criticized for a task her mother thought had been poorly done, while her younger sisters were praised for the same quality work. She loved her father; a tall muscular man whose smile and voice could humble the most outrageous tantrum. Even thought she knew he loved her; he didn't give her the type of attention and affection she needed. His quality time was lavished on her two sisters. Her infatuation with cocks began at an early age. One evening, she was about ten, she woke to an unfamiliar noise coming from her parent's bedroom. Getting out of bed, she crept down the hallway to their door which was slightly cracked. The noise she heard was her father moaning. She saw her naked mother on her knees and her hands and head between her father's legs. Her father hands were on her mother's head and his butt was moving slightly forward and backward. Her mother's head shifted in the same direction, back and forth until she pulled away. For the first time Mary Lou saw a naked peter, her fathers. It was beautiful: long, hard, and bobbing up and down. "Nancy, you're the greatest," he said, taking her by the hand, turning her around, and sticking his cock into her mother. Soon they were both moaning and groaning and moving as a unit. Mary Lou watched fascinated at their sounds and movements, until her father's body stiffened; he threw his head back, and groaned loudly as his body trembled as though in pain. "Sam's you're making too much noise, one of the girls could hear you," her mother said, stepping from the bed closing the door. Mary Lou was in awe of what she'd seen as she crawled slowly to her bedroom. She didn't sleep the rest of the night as she recalled the sight of her father's beautiful peewee; her mother's swaying boobies, and her face between her father's legs. It was a sight she would never forget, especially his gorgeous weenie. The length, shaft, and head of his thing became etched into her mind as a thing of splendor. There was something about the pecker; she couldn't define what it was or why they attracted her as they did. From that time on, she saw men as possessing the object of her affection. At fourteen, her thinking about the female and specially the male bodies peaked. One evening while surfing Google for information about anatomy, she accidently found herself on Fantastic Pictures. It was a page displaying big dicks. She spent an hour pouring over the photos and noticed the similarity of the shapes with a shaft and a bulbous shaped head. Some were long, others wide, and some were straight while other were slightly concaved, but all were beautiful. The next year, as a freshman in high school, she was introduced to the art of cock sucking and deflowered by a senior. For the next four years, she became experienced at sucking dicks and having a boy between her legs. She soon found giving a guy a blow job was more fun than the sex act itself. The taste, smell, and taste of a prick, no matter the size or shape, was more enjoyable than the same instrument plying the depths of her pussy. Beginning in high school, continuing through college and two years of employment at a computer software developer in Atlanta, Georgia she never saw a cock she didn't like. Likewise, there weren't many cocks that didn't like the delectable lips of the statuesque blonde. * * * Mary Lou was surprised to see lights in her apartment when she got home. Opening the door she saw a stranger bending over the couch. "Who are you?" she asked loudly. Startled, he turned saying in a bass voice, "I'm Steward Woods. Sylvia and I had a date; she drank too much and fell asleep as soon as we got here. I was covering her before I left." "It's not unusual, she's a cheap drunk," she said, surveying a tall, handsome, muscular man with dark brown hair who resembled her father. He laughed. "I suppose you're not?" he asked, his eyes staring at her statuesque build and brown eyes. "I'm careful about how much I drink. I like to control my behavior. Since you're here would you like a drink, or coffee, or a snack?" "Coffee sounds good if it's not too inconvenient. I drank a little too much myself," he said. "By the way, you know my name but I don't know yours." "I'm Mary Lou Lewis," she said, offering him her hand. His enveloped hers with a firm yet delicate grip. Unexpectedly aroused by the warmth of his hand, she did a double take of his deep brown eyes, straight nose, and strong masculine chin. "Follow me," she said, strolling into the kitchen. She, handed him a bowl of trail mix and said, "Have a seat." before she went to the counter to prepare the coffee. He's handsome and has a great voice; I wonder where he met Sylvia. "How long have you and Sylvia roomed together?" "About six month," she said, carrying the coffee, with cups and condiments on a serving tray. "It was shortly after I went to work for Woodman and Wells." He poured the coffee for both of them and added cream and sugar to his. "What do you do there? I understand Sylvia is a secretary to a department head." "I'm a systems analyst in the Insurance Division." "A computer geek?" he asked with a smile and a sexy look. "I followed in my father's footsteps; he was one of the originals." "Me too," he said, "I'm in real estate. Actually, I'm being groomed to take over the business when my father retires in a few years." He hesitated, "Are you seeing anyone?" She smiled at his question, "No one seriously." He sipped his coffee and asked, "Would you mind if I called you sometime?" "You certainly work fast. What about Sylvia?" she asked. "We just met tonight." "In a bar, probably the Brass Rail, and for a one night stand," she said enjoying and the sudden anticipation she felt in her stomach. He laughed. "You certainly know Sylvia and men." "Are you that kind of man?" She asked wondering what he would look like undressed, this man who looked like her father. "Not usually but Sylvia kind of fell all over me and it's hard to refuse a beautiful willing lady." "That's the Sylvia I know. Why would you want to call me?" She asked wondering how interested he was. He smiled again and squeezed her hand. "Because you're gorgeous, much better looking than Sylvia, and I like the way you handled a strange situation." "Is that all?" she asked walking to him, wanting him. He stood and widened his smile. "I try to never miss an opportunity to get the phone number of a lady who impresses me as you have." "Why get a phone number when you can have so much more," she said putting her arms around his neck and kissing him. He was surprised but responded with enthusiasm, engaging his tongue with hers, rubbing his hands over her backside, squeezing her ass, and pulling her into his erection. His kisses were exciting but the bulge in his pants grinding against her pubis was more of a turn on. She took him by the hand and led him to her immaculately kept bedroom. Blue light filtered through the room when she flipped the switch. She pulled her blouse over her head, removed her bra, and pulled off her skirt and panties. Standing naked, she waited for him to lose his pants. When they dropped, he stood up and she kneeled in front of his altar, "My God, I've been looking for you all my life," she said holding her hands in a prayer-like position before she slid the vagina-like enclosure down his massive cock. "It's the biggest dick I've ever seen." She looked up at his smiling face before licking his precum and lavishing kisses all over the head and shaft. "You're not in a hurry are you?" He looked down on her head. She wasn't listening. Sitting on her haunches she held his erection in her hands and looked at it from all directions. "It's a perfect cock—long, thick, pink with beautiful blue veins. I hope you have endurance and control because I'm going to worship this monster for a long time." With her hands, she slowly explored its length taking time to touch and run a finger over each jutting vein, and finely rubbing a thumb around the dark pink head. She lavished it with kisses again losing her lipstick in the process. Salivating, she slurped the gland over and over, twirled her tongue around and around in both directions, and worked her tongue up and down the head's V-notch. He moaned, laid his hand on her head and said, "Keep that up, so far you have a ten." She glanced up at him, with one hand stroked his length from end to end before inhaling the top half. Back and forth she slid with tight lips. Comfortable with his size, she released her hand and with a gushing sound deep throated him. He groaned and arched his pelvis. With her hands on his hips she pulled him in and pushed him out. She urged him to stroke her throat as she applied more pressure with her lips. Backing off she asked, "Do you like that?" Before he could answer, she took most of his length deep into her throat over and over again. Finally, she concentrated her efforts on his head pulling him all the way out and right back in. He moaned and groaned and moved faster within her. She wanted him to come, to come in her mouth. His taste, his smell, his texture and his size enthralled her; she plunged furiously up and down his organ. His breathing and his thrashing were signs of his loss of control; she increased her pressure and speed. With a thrust, he groaned and jettisoned spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth. What she didn't swallow ran down her cheeks to her chin dropping to her breasts. She continued to drink his live giving seed until his God-like flesh fell from the depository of her mouth. Releasing him she sat back and looked up at him satisfied. She had found the Messiah. His face frozen in a grimace of pleasure said, "I'm going to repay your adulation." He picked her up as though she was a doll, placed her on the bed, spread her legs, and plunged his head between them. "I hope I'm as good as you," he said before he sopped her pubic hair. Her opening was separated and moist from sucking his cock. She'd had several guys go down on her before but the results weren't pleasant, so her expectations weren't high. His licking tickled her labia lips. Not too bad she thought. He ran his tongue up and down both side of her lips, a tingling feeling spread from her core to the rest of her body. He pulled his head back and asked, "Are you okay?" "I'll tell you if I'm not." His tongue ran to the top of her slit and back again. Thrills raced through her body and strengthened as he continued mopping her slit. She placed her hands on his head and moved with him. His tongue touched every sensitive place, and for the first time she believed the right man was between her legs. He stopped and slipped his tongue into her vagina. In and out, back and forth, around and around it moved. She moaned as the tickling sensation flowed from her pussy like honey though her veins, and she writhed in pleasure under his probing. Unable to hold still she arched her back wanting him to go deeper, to give her more pleasure. Pushing his arms under her legs, he clutched her breasts and tweaked her nipples as though he was playing a guitar. The additional stimulations caught her by surprise, but they increased the glorious tingling vibrations coursing through her. Her breathing rate increased as if she was running a race, her heart pounded in her chest like a sledge hammer, and perspiration covered her body like morning dew. He came up for air, his head rising above her stomach like the ascending sun. She stared into his lust filled eyes and smiling said, "Go on!" Her climax crashed over her when his tongue found her clit. It was instant gratification as wave after wave of quivering pleasure swept from her core to the remainder of her body. He persisted. His tongue didn't cease. He sucked her clit into his mouth. Increased pressure sent her into a cloud of delight. Her orgasm continued until she screamed for him to stop. Tremors like the aftershocks of an earthquake pulsed one after the other through every part of her body and she knew ecstasy. Before, she returned to normal, he was above her smiling down with her juices, their juices, dripping from his chin. She couldn't talk but raised her hips urging him on. The tip of his crown bobbed in and out of her labia, and slowly, agonizing slowly he separated her vaginal wall with his massive shaft. He stretched her beyond any dimension she's ever known and sank to unknown depths. She groaned as he seated himself within her. If there was a heaven, he had taken her there. His flesh against her flesh brought her to a peak of pleasure. She looked up at him in wonder and pursed her lips as if in a kiss. He dropped to her. His mouth covered hers; she tasted their mingled juices as his giant cock eased in and out. Their tongues intertwined as did their organs. He moved like a machine never missing a beat and arousing her beyond compare. He increased his speed. She whimpered in pleasure. She threw her head back and from side to side. She withered under him and arched her back. Every time he hit bottom she grunted. She was floating in a bubble of bliss. She lost track of time. She felt the weight of his body. She tasted his tongue. She heard his body slapping against hers. She smelled their juices, but most of all she felt his length and girth plunging in and out of her highly sensitive pussy. His last thrust caused her to scream as his liquid gushed into her in streams, washing her tunnel, filling her cave, and sending her into paradise. She held him tight as his spasms continued for what seemed forever. Finally, he rolled off of her, and they lay cupping each other in sexual satisfaction. Nothing was said. Nothing had to be said. Perfection can't be improved upon, so they clutched each other with only their panting and air conditioning breaking the silence. * * * They didn't talk as they showered together. He dressed while she made up her face and put on a robe. They held hands at the door looking into each other eyes. Neither seemed to want to let go; he made no move to leave. "Time stopped for me," she said. "Me too." "You're the best fuck I've ever had." "Me too." "I want to see you again." "Me too." She laughed. He laughed. She waited. He hesitated and said, "I'll pick you up about seven." "What should I wear?" "As little as possible," he said smiling, "but something appropriate for an elegant restaurant; and garments easily removed." "I'll have to go shopping." "Don't spend too much. I don't plan on you wearing clothes long." They kissed gently. They dropped their hands. He turned and walked down the hall. She watched until he got to the corner. He looked back and she waved and blew him a kiss. He was gone. She felt loved. She couldn't believe it. There were many men in her past but none had this effect on her. She felt warm all over. She felt calm and relaxed. She was in love. She squeezed herself because it felt so good. Sylvia was still asleep as Mary Lou passed her drunk on the couch. In bed she went over every detail: her first sight of him, their first touch, their first kiss, the first sight of his cock, the first taste, his first climax, her first cunnilingus orgasm, and their first, totally satisfying, but she hoped not their last coupling. Stewart knocked on the door promptly at seven wearing a charcoal black suit with a grey shirt and a pink tie. "You're more beautiful than I remember," he said handing her a single rose in a vase. She wore a form fitting black one piece dress revealing her long, shapely legs and rounded ass. Her ample breasts strained at the cotton material displaying not only her size and shape but also her cleavage. They kissed sweetly; he led her to his yellow Lexus convertible "Are you as excited as I am?" he asked as he got into the car. "Probably more so, since I don't know where we're going." "I meant about last night," he said. "Oh my God, that's all I thought about all day--your big beautiful dick, your tongue in my pussy, and your cock sending me to the stars." "Good because I felt the same way. I can't wait till we get to my apartment." "Why are we going to a restaurant then? I'd rather eat you than real food," she said placing her hand on his mammoth cock. He placed a hand on hers and said, "I'm ready for that kind of food too, but many of my friends frequent the Petite Auberge and I want to make them jealous. He kissed her. They drove to the restaurant with her hand bringing him to an erection. A valet took the car. Stewart rearranged himself before they strolled into the restaurant. Cock Worship "Good evening Mr. Woods. You table is ready for you. Please follow me," said the sophisticated mater d. Mary Lou's ensemble and voluptuous figure attracted a great deal of attention from the men and some of the women. The server brought them menus and asked for their drink order. "Do you have Appellation Bergerac Controlee?" Stewart asked. "I'm not familiar with that wine sir let me speak to the wine steward" "What kind of wine in that Stewart? I'm not familiar with fancy French wines," she said, looking into his eyes and rubbing her hand along his inner thigh. "It's a fruity rose from the Southwest of France. I like it a great deal and hope you do too," he said as his fingers slipped under the edge of her hem. The server returned with the wine steward who said, "Mr. Woods, we do have the appellation and it's an excellent choice. Unfortunately, our supply is in the basement. If you would care to wait, I can have it here in about ten to fifteen minutes." "We can wait, in the mean time we'd like to have the Baisl Palmiers as our appetizer," he said, as though he'd memorized the menu. "Right away Mr. Woods," the server said as he and the wine steward moved away. "Do you try to impress all of your dates with your knowledge of French foods and wines," she asked smiling as she noticed him staring into her cleavage. "Only those who are as beautiful and talented as you," he said sliding his fingers higher up her thigh. "The Baisl Pamiers is a puffy cookie in a garlic and spice sauce which is perfect for the entrée I have in mind. Do you like sea food?" Before she could answer the appetizer was served and eaten with relish; the wine arrived and poured just as they finished the hors d'oeuvre. He raised his glass in a toast, "To the most beautiful and best woman in the restaurant." She took a sip, "The wine is wonderful, almost as good as the male sitting beside me," she said laughing at their repartee. They each finished a glass and he poured another. "Excuse me," she said, "I need to visit the power room." He helped her from her chair and watched the swaying of her derriere as she walked away. Mary Lou was invigorated from Stewart's attention as she walked proudly and confidently toward the ladies room. Before she got there, her arm was taken by a tall handsome apparently drunk male. "Come on baby, I'm going to give you the screwing your body deserves," he said grabbing her by the ass with his other hand. She yanked away and screamed, "Stewart!" All heads turned in their direction. The man backed away, threw up his hands and said, "I'm sorry. I apologize. I'm sorry." Several servers, the mater d and Stewart arrived one after the other as the man turned away. "What's wrong Ms.?" one of the servers asked. "That man just fondled me." she pointed at him Steward heard what she said and went for him. The mater d stepped in front of him and said, "Mr. Woods, we are accustomed to dealing with these situations please allow us to handle it." Stewart stared at the man, backed down and turned to Mary Lou. "Are you all right?" "I'm okay, he just startled me. I'm not used to having my ass grabbed in public," she said taking his hand and pulling him close. "I'm glad you weren't hurt. Do you want to stay?" "Yes, you've gone to too much trouble to allow a drunk to ruin our meal go back to the table and I'll join you in a minute." Stewart said when she returned, "I was scared for you when you called my name, and I knew what happened as soon as I looked in your direction. I would have liked to have knocked his head off." She laughed. "Do you mean you would mess up your suit for me?" "I'd do more than that. Just thinking someone touched you inappropriately made me mad and jealous." "Jealous?" She asked. "Yes, jealous. I don't ever want another man to touch you," he said. She hesitated, wondering exactly want he meant by those words. "If what you said means what I think it means, I believe we need to leave." "I meant those words and you're right we need to leave; we have more important things to do." * * * In less than thirty minutes they were in his apartment, and in five more they were naked in the bathroom. "Why are we here?" He asked stroking himself rigid. "Because I love your cock, and I want to watch myself sucking you," she said kneeling in a prayer-like position as he stood perpendicular to the mirror, his shaft standing upright. She stared and adored his mass for a long time, had him rise up and down on his toes, and swing his hips from side to side. "Am I doing calisthenics all night or is this some form of torture?" He laughed. She pulled his erection reverently to her face, ran her hand up and down its length several times, licked the precum, took the head into her mouth and allowed it to slip away. Over and over, she bobbed the top of his gland into and out of her luscious lipstick-covered mouth. "Damn, I look good sucking you." She said before running her tongue around and around and up and down the v-shaped notch on the bottom of his cock head. He moaned and said, "You've got to speed up; I don't have all night." "Oh, were you planning on going somewhere?" She laughed before slowly took his tip and then his shaft into her widely stretched mouth. Moaning, he didn't answer. She deep throated him leisurely a number of times; and looked up into his lust filled eyes, she increased her speed and then looked into the mirror. His pleasure appeared excruciating, she loved it, she loved his flesh, and she loved her savior. He fucked her lips and throat as she held onto his hips. His moaning turned to groaning before he discharged jet after jet of sperm into her waiting mouth. He was drained before she released him. "Damn you taste good, it's almost as good as bread and wine." He picked her up, sat her on the vanity, spread her legs, and wet her pubic hair. "Before I'm unable to speak, clarify what you said back at the restaurant," she said. He looked up," I want you to move in with me." His tongue licked her slit, she moaned pleased with his statement and his rapier-like tongue. He ravaged her cunt. His licking and sucking her clit sent her into a long lasting orgasm. Mary Lou saw fireworks as his tongue drove her to the joy found only in paradise. Before she recovered, they were on the bed in the sixty-nine position. They were joined in that arrangement for a long time. Her lips and throat aroused him to greater efforts, and his tongue persistently brought her to climax after climax. Her body writhed, wiggled, and squirmed under his relentless caresses and the ecstatic tingling in her body. The night was just beginning when Stewart drove his gigantic cock into her tunnel; her walls were expanded and contracted over and over again as he pumped his golden rod in and out of her in a number of Kama Suta positions. The sounds of bodies slapping together, moans, groans, and screams were signs of their consummated relationship. Cock Worship I love sucking cock. The feel of a man's hardness filling my mouth is one of the best pleasures of life. Some times I like it rough, to have him use my face, my only purpose an object for him to thrust into in order to orgasm. Other times I lovingly suck him, getting him to his full size before penetrating me. There is simply no limit to how many different ways I can enjoy sucking his cock, but I think my favourite is to tease, to worship, praising his manhood with my mouth and tongue making it so he orgasms not because he desires to do so, but simply because there is no stopping it. This is on of those times... As he walks in I drop my robe, revealing my new lingerie. My red lips smile as his eyes wonder down over my body. My breasts nearly spilling out, a pearl necklace resting between them -- a tongue-in-cheek clue of my intentions, as the pale flesh fills the black lace bra. My shaven crotch is easily visible as I neglect to wear knickers, instead choosing a garter belt and suspenders to hold up my fine fishnet stockings. My tall black heels clank against the wooden floor as I approach him, pushing him back onto the edge of the sofa before slowly lowering myself onto my knees. I smile up at him as I undo his jeans, my make-up is immaculate, easily popping the button and slowly running his zip down. I pull his jeans and boxers off, him raising his legs slightly so I can fully remove them. His large semi cock and hanging balls make me pant in lust, I have been waiting to suck him all day and the pleasure of seeing his endowment makes my mouth water. I long for him to fill my throat, but I resist, planning to tease and worship his manhood until he cums because his body simply cannot hold back. I lift his hanging shaft with one hand and gently press my face against his testicles, letting him feel the warmth of my breath upon them before slowly running my wet tongue between them, gliding the tip back down before running my full tongue back up again. I feel his cock stiffen slightly and I moan deeply as I take his left ball into my mouth, sucking gently as I swirl my tongue around it. His cock grows more rigid in my hand as I point it skywards, continuing to pleasure his balls, I drop his left testicle from my mouth and slowly lick all of his sack before giving his right ball the same treatment as the left. I begin to stroke his now fully hard cock, shallow and maddeningly slow, looking up into his eyes as my mouth envelopes both his balls at the same time, feeling their weight with my tongue as they fill my mouth. He groans deeply as precum runs down his shaft, pooling where my hand is wrapped around him. I let his balls drop from my mouth and rest his hard cock on my face as my tongue flicks between his balls and the base of his shaft, allowing his trickling precum to flow over my face. The warmth from his cock feels me with desire and I simply cannot resist tasting him any longer. I move down and rest his balls on my tongue before running it up his whole length, his large cock head resting on my lower lip as I lap at his hole, tasting the sweetness of his precum. My body shivers in satisfaction, as my tongue tastes him, though quickly fading as my appetite for his cock is only wetted. I press my lips around his deep purple head, feeling his hardness between them, before slowly bobbing onto it, taking only his head into my mouth as I gently suck it, circling my tongue around it as his precum pools onto my tongue. Staring deep into his eyes I begin to lower my head, letting inch after inch of him slide into my mouth teasingly slow. As my lips meet his body his cock tenses and I gag slightly, but manage to keep my head down, feeling his shaft fill my throat. I slide his cock out of my throat and stare at the spit coated beauty, panting deeply as I catch my breath before sliding him into my throat once more, much faster now. I repeat the process, deepthroating and breathing, enjoying the strength and hardness of his erection as he invades my throat. I slow down the pace, placing a hand on each of his legs and suck him slowly, taking as much of his cock into me as a can without tickling my gag reflex. His eyes are fixed on my red lips as they glide up and down his shaft and I feel him grow slightly as he gets closer to cumming. His cock points directly at me as I release it from my mouth. I begin to stroke him, his hips gently rocking back and forth as his orgasm grows. Before he reaches the point of no return I stop, I circle his head with my tongue getting it nice and wet before putting just my finger and thumb around his head in an 'okay' gesture. I gently rub it back and forth, watching him squirm in frustration as I deny his orgasm, his hole wide open, and ready to unload onto me. I give his head a quick flick of my tongue to keep it wet as my finger and thumb picks up the pace around him. He grunts deeply and I stare straight into his cock as his first thick white rope crashes against my face, hitting the right corner of my open mouth and splashing up in a thick stream around onto my forehead. His second spurt hits my left eye, dribbling down my nose and cheek. I scream out in ecstasy as I begin wanking him faster as he orgasms onto my face. Enjoying the sheer sense of lust and fulfilment as his seed drenches me, my vision blurred as he coats my face with his sperm. His last powerful shot goes straight into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, causing me gag slightly. His breathing gets deeper as his orgasm resides, I slowly stroke him into my mouth, his cock's head resting on my tongue as the last of his cum dribbles out onto it. I savour the taste of his semen pooling on my tongue before swallowing it down, moaning in sexual empowerment as I take him within me. Cum drips from my face onto my chest as I stand, pooling between my cleavage. 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