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World Class

By: MathGirl



Hi, it's me again. 

I guess I can write to you about almost anything. You've read some of my stories, so you have certainly learned some extremely personal things about me. I've shared some of my most intimate thoughts and experiences, and you seem to like that. If what I share with you becomes too graphic and descriptive for your taste, I apologize. I certainly have never meant to offend you. I always assume that you read my little stories and letters because you like the sexy details, and I will continue to write that way until you tell me differently.

I was thinking about playing with myself the other day, and that's why I wrote you that little letter about it. That was fun to write, and it sure got me in the mood to do what I was writing about. I could hardly finish the letter, because I wanted to get upstairs. Well, I did finish it, then I did exactly what I wrote in the letter. Telling you about it first made it even more exciting.

When I was putting on my lipstick this morning, it got me thinking about my mouth. The next thing I knew I was thinking about oral sex. More specifically, giving oral sex. I've been thinking about it ever since, and that's what I'll write to you about today. Maybe I'll write about the receiving part in another letter. That would be fun, because I love receiving.

What do I call it? Well, we both know all the names used for it, so I won't bother to list them. I must confess, though, that I don't really like any of them. None of the terms is comfortable for me, but I can't come up with anything better. I just use the name that seems to fit my mood or what I'm doing. I never use "fellatio," though. That just sounds silly. 

Please don't think that I'm claiming to be an expert on the subject, because I'm not. I've only done it to one penis, so I can't claim that what works for one is right for all. I would just like to tell you what I've found best for me and most pleasurable for my lover. 

It sounds terribly smutty, but my lover says that I'm a "world class cocksucker." I wish there was a more ....... tasteful way to put it, but that's what he says. It means that I'm very good at giving him loving pleasure, and that's what it's all about. Isn't it? 

Okay, we'll call it "cocksucking." Not a nice term, but it is certainly descriptive. There are a number of different kinds of cocksucking. Sometimes it's a part of foreplay. It can be a mutual sharing in a '69' position. It's sometimes nice to kneel down in front of my lover while he's standing, take his penis out of his pants, and take it in my mouth for a while just to tell him I love him. 

What I'd like to tell you about today, though, is the kind of cocksucking that's an end in itself. It's not a part of something else, and it doesn't lead to another kind of lovemaking. I devote myself entirely to my lover's pleasure, and it begins and ends with ..... well ...... cocksucking. Some people use the term "blowjob" to describe it, but I don't like that. In the first place, there's no blowing, and it certainly isn't a job. If you like the term, though, that's fine. I'm going to tell you about giving my lover a ......... blowjob.

Position is very important. My lover and I should both be comfortable so we can concentrate on pleasure without distraction. My favorite way is to have him sit in his big chair and scoot down so his bottom is right at the front edge of the cushion. I kneel between his parted legs and put a pillow on the floor so my knees don't get chafed. This position puts the ultrasensitive part of his penis, just under the head, right on my tongue when he's in my mouth. That spot is also convenient for licking. This position also puts his testicles in a perfect position for my attentions. We've tried lots of positions, but this is by far the best for comfortable, prolonged, pleasurable, and satisfying ........ cocksucking.

I like there to be light while I do it. There shouldn't be lights shining in anyone's eyes as a distraction, but there should be enough light so see what's going on. Dim and romantic is nice. My lover tells me that he loves to watch me suck his penis, and watching me adds greatly to the pleasure he feels. I also like to look up occasionally to see the expression on his face when I'm making love to him. The position I described is perfect for watching.

When is the best time? Well, any time is just fine, but I think during the day is best. My lover and I always make love when we go to bed for the night, so I don't want anything to interfere with that. We're not together very often, so we make love two or three times a day when we are. I usually seem to be in the mood to give him a nice sucking in the afternoon. 

Often we go to lunch, then shopping or for a drive, and we get home at about three o'clock. That's perfect timing for a shower together, some lovemaking, and a nice nap before dinner and the evening. Sometimes, after our shower, I'll tell him to go get comfy in his chair, because he's going to get his penis sucked whether he likes it or not. He must like it, because I've never been refused.

Okay, we're both comfy with him in his chair, me kneeling between his legs, and I open his robe to find a nice clean penis lying up on his stomach. It's already about halfway erect from anticipation, and his testicles are hanging down loosely in their bag. Everything looks so yummy that I hardly know whare to start. 

I start by holding his penis upright in my hand and gently kissing around the head. My lover has told me that the process of getting a hardon feels very good, so I try to prolong this pleasure by bringing him slowly to a nice full erection. The soft kisses and gentle licks on the most sensitive areas slowly, teasingly make him grow until he's fully hard and hot. I love the feeling of him growing and heating in response to my kisses and licks. What he says to me while I'm doing this lets me know that he likes it a lot.

When I have him nice and hard, I keep him that way until ........ well, until I'm finished. My lover's penis is happiest when it's fully erect, and I make sure he stays that way. I have the most fun when he's erect, too. 

While I slowly bring him to full erection with my lips and tongue, I gently fondle his testicles with my fingers. This is the best time for that, because they get drawn up when he gets more excited, and they're not easy to handle when when that happens. He likes me to play with his testicles, but it's always best if his penis is getting attention at the same time.

I continue my licking and kissing after he gets fully hard because I like to tease him a little. I think a bit of teasing makes it just that much better for him when he finally gets what he wants. I know it sure works like that for me. He wants me to take it in my mouth, but I tease him by not doing that right away. 

After my lover has been nice and hard for a while, a clear, very slippery fluid starts flowing from his little slit. I don't know if there's a proper term for it; I just think of it as "slippery stuff." It's tasteless, much thinner than the semen that comes later, and extremely slippery.

I like the feeling of this fluid making things all slick, so as it starts to flow I lick it all over the entire length of his penis. I milk him with my hand to get more of the fluid and lick this down onto his scrotum until he's completely covered with a nice slippery film of that sexy stuff. I like the feel of my lips and tongue gliding on him with that lubrication to make everything smooth. I know it's messy, but I like it that way. I'll tell you more about that in a little while.

By now, my lover is really wanting me to take him into my mouth, and I'm ready, too. Teasing is fun and sexy, but what we both really like is having that hard, hot, slippery penis in my mouth. 

When I first started sucking my lover's penis, I had a hard time keeping my mouth open long enough to give him a long and pleasurable sucking. My jaw would get sore from being open so wide and so long, and the muscles I used to keep my lips in an "O" around him would get really tired. I had to stop and rest a lot, and I sometimes had to finish before I really wanted to. Once I even had to use my hand to finish, and I don't think that's very erotic.

I decided I needed to train my mouth to suck a penis just like I trained my body for gymnastics. Practice. Obviously, the best way to practice would be to do the real thing. This isn't possible, though, because sometimes months go by when I don't see him. 

I found a round piece of wood a little bigger around than his penis, sanded it smooth, and I use it to train my jaws and lips for penis sucking. At least twice a week, when I'm reading or studying (alone, of course) I hold my piece of wood with my lips in an "O" for as long as I can. If I really try hard, I can do that for an hour without closing my mouth. Now when I'm with my lover, I can suck him for as long as I want without being distracted by my lips or jaws becoming tired. Practice makes perfect.

Now that I have him fully erect, nice and slippery, hot, and throbbing, I start the part we both love so much. I part my lips slightly and place them just at the tip of his penis where the little slit is. Then I very slowly lower my head and slide my mouth down over him, opening my lips and sealing them in a gentle "O" as I take him into my mouth. I take him until I can feel his tip just touch the back of my throat, and my lover always moans with pleasure and tells me how hot my mouth is. 

This is what all the teasing has been leading up to, and I hold my head still for a moment to prolong that first feel of my hot mouth for him. Then I slowly raise my head, keeping a gentle seal around his shaft as he glides over my lips. I raise my head until only about half the head is in my mouth, pause for a moment, then slide my lips back down over him until I have as much in my mouth as I can comfortably take. 

Sliding my lips and tongue over his hardness as he slips in and out of my mouth is a very erotic feeling for me. I know what it does to my lover, but I really like it, too. He's warm, wonderfully hard, and the slippery lubrication makes him feel very, very sexy. His penis is like a hard piece of wood that's thinly upholstered in warm satin. 

I slide him in and out of my mouth with my lips gently caressing as they glide over him. A little tickling from my tongue on that ultrasensitive place adds to his pleasure. Of course I open my mouth far enough so that my teeth never, ever scrape him. I learned as a beginner that teeth are a definite no-no.

My lover likes me to suck him very gently, and I like to think I've become an expert at doing it that way. I only use my hand when I need to hold him in a certain position. A hand is too rough, and stroking him with my hand is too much stimulation. I learned that it's hard to keep him from coming if I use my hand. Oh, fingers are nice for fondling his testicles while I suck him, but we both prefer mouth only for his penis.

It would be easy to make him come right away, but that's not the point. It's all about giving him long, loving pleasure. I try to make it last for as long as I can, so I suck him in and out of my mouth for short periods of time. After a few strokes, I feel him start throbbing strongly, and I know where that's going to lead. I continue until I can tell he's about to get to the point of no return, then I take him out of my mouth and smile up at him. There's often a drool of slippery stuff from my lip to his penis when I do thiis, and I take it on my finger and suck it off.

He sometimes calls me a, "sloppy, teasing bitch," when I stop, and I like that. It makes me giggle. I use the little intermission to rest my jaws, allow him to cool off, and swallow the slippery stuff that has accumulated in my mouth. 

I sure don't need any encouragement, but I love the way he responds to me as I suck him. His penis is very expressive, but my lover also talks to me. He will whisper words of love, tell me what he's feeling, make little gasps and sounds as I do something unexpected or particularly exciting, and tell me any little thing he would like me to do. Of course, I do it immediately. I love it when he strokes my cheek, runs his fingers through my hair, or uses his fingers to smear the slippery stuff around on my chin.

Sometimes he puts his hand on my head and gently pushes me down as far as I can go on his penis. I don't mind this at all, but there's only so much penis I can take into my mouth. I'm a very small person, and I guess my mouth is proportional. I can take about four inches of his penis comfortably into my mouth. When the tip reaches the back of my throat, it just won't go any farther. I don't gag, I just can't take any more. 

I know that some women can take the entire length of a penis into their throats, but I just can't do it. I've tried and tried in all sorts of different positions, and it just won't go. I would love to be able to do it for him, but I don't seem to be able to. If there's some sort of secret to that, I'd sure love to know about it.

These little intermissions are also good times to play with my lover's testicles. They're very sensitive to both pleasure and pain, so I'm extremely careful. I've learned just how far I can go in giving them pleasure without hurting. The thing he likes best is for me to gently suck one of them in and out of my mouth. I always get a groan of appreciation when I do this. Sometimes I do both during one of the intermissions, and sometimes I do one and save the other for the next rest period. He seems to like it either way.

Sucking his testicles really makes his juices flow, too. I clean his penis and my hand by licking and sucking the slippery stuff into my mouth. I usually look up at him and smile as I swallow it. He often calles me "lewd" and I think that's a compliment.

After quite a few cycles of sucking and cooling off, he gets to the point where my gentle pleasuring and not letting him come have gone on long enough. He will say something like, "Baby, I feel like I'm going to explode." I know he really isn't, but I'm glad I can make him feel that way.

When he gets about to that point, the flow from his little slit changes. Instead of clear and slippery, it becomes thicker, opaque, whitish, and sticky. I know that this is the "real thing," the semen that has all those little sperms. When that happens I know that my lover has had enough gentle, loving sucking. He's almost ready to come, and I want to do everything to make sure it's as intense, pleasurable, and complete as I possibly can.

The first thing I do is to make him wait. That sounds mean, but it really isn't. I know that being close to orgasm feels wonderful. Like it's driving you crazy, but it feels good, really good. I try to hold my lover there for just a little while. We both know that it will make him come more strongly when I finally let him do it.

The thick, white semen is really flowing by now, and I like to stop and milk some out of him. Then I suck it up and let it dribble out of my mouth as I suck him. It makes a little white goatee on my chin. He calls me a "lewd slut" when I do that, and I love it.

His testicles are drawn up tight, but I give them each a little suck. That really seems to get him ready. I smile up at him, semen dribbling off my chin and say innocently, "Would you like to come, Lover?"

Of course he does, and he lets me know it.

His penis is so totally excited and anxious by this time, that it almost has a life of its own. It's huge, the head is the color of a ripe plum, it throbs and jerks, and a big blue vein is swollen and throbbing on the side. Semen flows continually from his little slit, and I lick it up and swallow, teasingly. I can feel his heart beat with my lips as I kiss his head.

After a final swirl of my gooey tongue around his head, I get ready to take him into my mouth. My lover knows I'm not going to stop this time. I whisper, "I'm going to make you come, Lover. Are you ready?"

He groans, "Oh, Diane, make me come."

I keep my lips in a gentle "O" on him as I slide him deep into my mouth. I slide slowly up and down, concentrating on keeping my lips on or near that supersensitive area just beneath and below his head. I'm gentle, because I don't want to make him come. I want to let him come. I'm very gentle so he can slowly build until he finally goes over. Then I do everything I can to make it good for him.

I take my time, my touch is soft, the only thing I do differently is that I don't stop. He knows he's going to come, but it takes him a while to actually get there, and I think that makes it more powerful when he finally does. I make him build up to it slowly, but he knows I'm not going to stop. It's almost like he's in agony, but I know he isn't.

I can tell when he finally gets there, because he suddenly gets huge. There's a hard jerk, then he's still for a moment. I know the next jerk is going to be the start of his orgasm, and the time for being gentle is past. 

I raise up until only about half his head is between my lips. I suck hard until my cheeks are sucked in. Then I hold that suction, put my lips around him in a tight "O" and slide him into my mouth until I just can't take any more.

That does it. He's coming! I hold his base in my hand so he doesn't get away from me, and massage his testicles with the fingers of the other hand. As he groans, his penis gives a very hard jerk, and my hand on his base feels the first rush of semen surge through him. Almost immediately I feel that first gusher of come shoot out of him into my mouth.

I make a humming noise to further increase the stimulation and bob my head up and down to slide my lips and tongue firmly over his most sensitive area. I continue this as he ejaculates to give him the most intense orgasm I possibly can. If I can time it just right, I hold him deep in my mouth for a moment and allow one of the gushers to go right down my throat. 

It seems that the longer I give him gentle, pleasurable, teasing sucking before he comes, the more intense the orgasm and the greater the volume of semen. If I've been a really good girl, I'm rewarded with what seems like about a quart. I know is isn't nearly that much, but it's a lot more than my mouth can hold when it's already full of spurting penis.

I've heard and read that some women don't like a man to come in their mouth. Some women don't mind the ejaculation, but they spit out the semen. Well, I got all that settled the first time I ever sucked my lover's penis. I had no experience at all, but I sort of knew what was going to happen when he ejaculated. I simply asked him what I should do with it when it happened. 

He said, "I believe the polite thing is for the lady to swallow it." Oh, okay. Even that first time, I thought it was extremely sexy to feel my lover come in my mouth. I wasn't too neat, and I sort of got a faceful that first time, but he did mostly come in my mouth. He had suggested that I swallow it, so I did. It never occurred to me that I might not want to do it. 

It was fine. Not up there with Heath bars, blueberry pie, and pizza on my list of favorite tastes, but definitely the sexiest thing I ever swallowed. I guess you know about that, though, because I wrote about it in one of those naughty little stories of mine. It was only after I'd become an experienced come swallower that I found out that not all women do it. 

I guess it's a personal thing, and women are different, but I would hate to miss out on my lover coming in my mouth. Swallowing his semen, too. I think it has a lot to do with a woman's first experience. Mine was so loving and sensuous that it's always been one of my favorite things. I've even heard that some women don't like to suck their lover's penis at all. I really can't understand that. 


World Class 01



I ran into the bathroom as my husband, Steve, his right hand coated with my cum triumphantly returned to what remained of the party downstairs. I leaned my head against the bathroom door locking it with one hand while the other squeezed my throbbing pussy hoping it might calm my racing heart and spinning head. 

We were both very drunk from a full day of dinking at a 'welcome to the neighborhood pool party' hosted by our neighbor's Tom and Jenny. We moved in a couple weeks earlier and this party was thrown in our honor with about fifty to sixty neighbors; all of them about ten years or more our senior. We had just toured the second floor of Jenny's impressive McMansion and were standing at the banister overlooking the extraordinary foyer of the house. 

Steve slipped his hand under my tiny wrap giving my ass a firm squeeze, "You look so sexy in this bikini, and, the see through mini skirt makes it fucking erotic," he whispered in my ear, "I've wanted to fuck you all day." No one was around to witness his hand slide under the side of my bikini bottom and between my legs to stroke my clit with his fingers. He turned his body and pushed his hardening cock against my hips and I grew instantly wet.

I had been a little apprehensive that morning, but, with Steve's encouragement I wore one of my smallest bikinis that left very little to the imagination. I covered it up with a modest sundress in the morning, but, by early afternoon (and after my fourth beer) the dress was gone and the feeling of all eyes at the party checking out my body had made me extremely horny too. "Every guy here must feel the same way," I whispered back rubbing his big cock through his bathing suit, "did you notice all the attention I've been getting from these old men?" 

"I noticed that you are one hell of a tease," he said pushing two fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy, "but you're all mine and they can't have you like I can." By then, I had had at least 8 beers and three shots and had a rare drunk on horny; I was ready to be fucked right then and there. I leaned over the banister and pushed out my ass to give him better access. Steve knows my body like no other man and he when began to flick my cervix with the tips of his fingers I was on the edge of orgasm in record time. He roughly inserted his well lubricated thumb into my ass and I covered my mouth to muffle the screams of the first of three explosive orgasms. As quickly as he began he finished offering his fingers for me to clean. I took them in my mouth enthusiastically and thoroughly sucked them spotless. 

"I expect one of your world class blowjobs when we get home" he whispered in my ear. I nodded eagerly imagining me with his big cock deep in my throat. Hmmm, it made me feel so hot!

***************

His reference of my 'world class blowjobs' came from my reputation in high school and followed me to college. Although I didn't have actual intercourse until late in college, I was considered quite the slut; which, I hear, was unusual for the captain of the cheerleading squad. I just loved giving blowjobs. For me, nothing was better than the feeling of a hard cock of almost any size, shape, or age in my mouth. At the time I didn't consider it 'sex' and I was able to keep my virginity believing that I was still a 'good girl' (even though I had given hundreds of BJs both individually and to many guys at the same time). I didn't feel the need to fuck because as soon as hot sperm landed on my tongue, my face, my tits, I'd have a powerful orgasm (or several), and still do. It was better than any other sexual act I had had, and, I couldn't get enough. You see, I am damn good at it because I have no gag reflex; few woman can swallow like I can. So, in school I was very proud of my reputation as the BJ Queen who gave a world class blowjob.

It wasn't until my junior year of college when I had my first steady boyfriend that I stopped my shenanigans and began to practice monogamy. Steve and I hooked up our senior year of college and when he learned about my past he made me promise my fidelity before we got serious. Because of the combination of his big cock and kinky mind, I made that promise willingly believing I would keep it for life. We married right out of school four years earlier and it had been a great relationship full of love, hot sex, and great blowjobs. 

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I was suddenly pulled from my trance by the sound of a throat being cleared behind me. I turned away from the bathroom door with a fright and saw, John, wearing only his swim trunks. John was one of my new neighbors whom we met at the party that day, and, for the umpteenth time that day I scanned his muscular body; only this time his trunks were pulled down past his neatly trimmed cock and balls. Even though he was soft I could tell he was very well endowed (I know these things from experience). 

"Um, I kinda...gotta pee" he informed me his drunk hungry eyes scanning my petite body stopping at my large breasts. My heart began to race again and my drunk pussy throbbed so hard I noticed I was still cupping it in my hand. Just the idea of me being locked in the bathroom with a stud at least 25 years my senior, his dick out of his pants and both of us drunk off our asses made me hornier than ever. Throughout the day he had been intently flirting and checking me out. So how wrong was this situation? What would his wife think? I knew Steve certainly wouldn't be happy about it. A voice in my head told me to leave the bathroom immediately, but my alcohol infused body had other ideas and pushed my common sense aside. I calmly walked, stumbling a little, over to the sink beside the toilet leaned over it and played with my hair in the mirror.

"Go right ahead, don't mind me, I'll wait", I slurred. My mind whirled, my head spun, I was too drunk, too horny to think straight; my sexual senses were heightened beyond description. A heavy stream of urine soon hit the toilet breaking the sound of silence in the room and forcing a long forgotten memory into the forefront of my mind. 

***************

I had been here before; drunk, in a bathroom at with an older man peeing in the toilet. I remembered I was at a sleepover with a friend in high school. She and I had drank almost an entire bottle of Captain Morgan that I stole from my parent's bar. It was late, my friend had long passed out, and I had never been so drunk when I walked in on her dad, only in his underwear, taking a leak in the bathroom. As I mentioned before, I loved all cock, and being that drunk for the first time in my life, I didn't care if it belonged my friend's hairy old dad, or, that his wife was sleeping in the next room. I was dressed to perfection for the situation; tiny pink panties and a matching tank top several sizes too small. I remembered how lustfully he stared at me as I watched him pee, I was so drunk I was hardly unable to stand up. When he finished peeing he turned to face me leaving his cock hanging over the top of his underwear and began to scolding me for being drunk; threatening to tell my parents. Inside my brain I knew what his game was as I watched his cock growing harder with each threat, but outside, I played it perfectly. I pleaded with him, telling him I'd do anything, and begging him not to tell my parents. It wasn't long before I was topless and on my knees sucking his cock to assurances of his silence. I was such a slut! 

***************

I pushed that luscious memory out of my mind and focused on the art of teasing John, running my fingers threw my hair.

I couldn't keep myself from using the mirror to get another look at his cock. It had grown slightly showing that he too was turned on. Raising my eyes to his face I saw he was staring at my ass with great intent. I realized that the tryst with my husband had pulled my bikini up between my ass cheeks. I imagined that through the translucent material of my mini wrap it probably looked to John like I was wearing a thong. The idea of my ass being bare made my pussy gush and quiver in a small orgasm. I was way too turned on and again my mind screamed for me to get out, to run for the door, but my body wouldn't move.

"You have a great body" he complimented while pushing out the last drops of urine. I didn't respond, letting his comment sit uncomfortably while I kept fussing with my hair. For a painful amount of time neither of us move from our spots even though both of us had long finished our tasked. 

I glance again at his cock and was surprised that it was held firmly in his hand, fully hard, big and as beautiful as I imagined it would be, "more than two shakes and you're playing with it," I teased meeting his hungry eyes in the mirror. 

"I guess I'm playing then," he laughed nervously. The next long silence was filled by heavy breathing, growing deeper and louder as our eyes lock into a shameless gaze. I felt like I was in total control and that made me forget the world outside that door.

Finally, I turned to him and putting my hand on his bare chest pushed him back and away from the toilet. As my body stepped in front of him the voice, now faint and distant in the back of my mind, shouted NO! STOP NOW! LEAVE THE ROOM! Instead of listening to the voice, my uncontrollable desire to expose myself had me hooking my thumbs in my bikini bottom and sliding them down to my ankles. Even worse, I sat down and slowly parted my knees spreading my legs so wide that the wrap slipped up to my waist and showed off the Brazilian wax I had gotten the day before.

"That is one fucking beautiful, wet pussy," he panted.

John pulled a phone from his pocket, put it on the counter, and then pushed his swim trucks past his hips letting them fall to the floor. I couldn't hold back an uncomfortable laugh, "what would Jennifer say?" I asked coyly about his wife. 

"Nobody ever needs to know about this," he reassured me, "I know how to keep a secret. Do you?" I nodded my head knowing that if something were to happen it had to be quick before anyone came looking for us. 

His cock throbbed and bounce before my face making my mouth water. I knew I was past the point of no return as the voice of reason faded completely and was replaced by the pure desire to taste his cum. "Show me your tits" he commanded, "I've been craving to see them all day." I kept my eyes trained on his huge cock, just a little bigger than Steve's I figured, and pulled the small fabric triangles to the side leaving me completely exposed to his gaze, "you're fucking perfect," he flattered. After giving him a few moments to ogle I put my hands on his muscular thighs leaning forward until my mouth almost touched the head of his cock. I opened wide and slowly turned my gaze up to his eyes challenging him to make the next move. "Oh yes, Tiffany," he moaned moving closer and every so deliberately pushed the head of his cock gently into my mouth, "suck my cock you sweet little vixen." 

Small waves of orgasms instantly flooded my body; I was so easy when drunk. The strange cock in my mouth was overwhelmingly erotic and I was impatient to feel it deep in my throat. I quickly impaled myself, pushing it deep down my throat and holding it there until I needed to breathe again, "Oh fuck that's unbelievable," John exclaimed when I pulled back and licked my tongue around the head still in my mouth, "I've never had anyone take that much of my cock." Encouraged and needing to show off more I pushed my tongue past my lips and thrust forward again stretching my throat wider than it had been stretched in years and consuming even more of his long thick shaft. It felt so naughty, so wrong, and so bad as I licked his balls with the end of my tongue. I was consumed by such great desire and overpowering emotions that my body shuddered through another orgasm making me hum around his cock. I could hear him speaking but I couldn't understand what he was saying as my brain turned off and I went into full cock sucker mode. I needed to taste his cum, I wanted to feel him spray, and feel his cock throb in orgasm. I wanted him to fuck my face! 

I moved my hands on his hips and pushed him back then forward; I knew this would show him what I wanted. Sure enough I felt his hands on the back of my head and he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. He moved slowly and deliberately at first, holding my head down hard at the end of each thrust forcing his cock deeper every time. His pace soon quickened and I felt his cock harden. He took my hair in his hands and began pulling it hard to aid his thrusts. He was forceful and rough and it made my head begin to spin. He began fucking my face at a furious pace and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. When I reached up and squeezed his balls tight in my hand he groaned loudly and forced his cock so deep in my throat that my nose was squished against his groined. The cock throbbed deep in my throat as he held the back of my head down hard for so long I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen. Needing to breath I began to struggle against his grip trying to push him away but he was too strong. Then I felt it; his first powerful spay. I began to orgasm with him so forcefully that lost all sense of my body and time. When he finally withdrew his cock and I began to gasp violently for air. Then long streams of his cum splashed into my mouth and across my cheek making my head began to spin fiercely as wave after wave of orgasm continued to explode in my body. He again forced his cock back down my throat holding it there so that again I couldn't breathe. I struggled against his grip but was too drunk, too week and unable to breathe. Overcome by the most powerful orgasms of my life, and unable to push him away; I lost my bearings and felt myself slip into unconsciousness. 

"Are you OK?" I heard John ask as though he were standing in another room. "Hey, Tiffany..." his voice sounded closer and I felt him lightly slapping my cheek, "you passed out." I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me. I was still trying to catch my breath and my body was shaking. I was so drunk and so exhausted with an unimaginable bliss filled afterglow that I couldn't lift my head or arms. I felt paralyzed and on the verge of passing out again. 

John smiled and nodded his head in a reassuring way, "fuck, Tiffany. I've never had my cock sucked like that" he complimented "your mouth is fucking amazing! I knew you were a dirty cock slut. All day I've been telling the guys that you were. They didn't believe me." 

His comment made the voice in the back of my head come back, WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE? It screamed accusingly. I tried to get up but my body wasn't responding and still couldn't move a muscle. I suddenly felt scared as John stood back and studied my limp body as I lay against the back of the toilet. He then straddled my chest, placed his cock between my tits, and pushing them around it with his coarse hands, "You've got great big firm tits, a flawless heart shaped ass, and a beautiful pussy. You're perfectly built just for sex, aren't you slut?" His irreverence shocked me, I was unprepared for it, and it filled me with so much disgrace and humiliation my heart was shattered. He roughly squeezed my tits and pulled my nipples around his hardening cock. "I'd love to stay for a fuck. I know you want it you little whore," he laughed grinning down at me with a malicious look that I hadn't notice before, "but my wife would smell that sweet whore pussy a mile away". 

My head started to pound with pain and eyes began to swell with tears as the voice in my head told me he was right, I was a whore, A DIRTY LITTLE WHORE, it yelled! 

"Aw, baby, no need to cry" he condescended, "I'd be happy to fuck you really good another time." He grabbed his phone from the counter, used his fingers to pry open my mouth and then pressed the head of his hard cock between my lips. He quickly took a picture and turned the phone showing me the shot of my face sprayed grotesquely with his cum, tears running down my cheeks, my hair a mess and his big cock in my mouth. I was completely defeated. "A couple final pictures for the boys," he said standing back and taking several more pictures of me sprawled out across the toilet.

I closed my eyes to avoid witnessing this nightmare as drunken spins began to consume my head. I was in shock. What had I done? How could I let this happen? Why did I just cheat with this asshole? Why did I break my promise to my husband? I was nothing but a dirty slut and whore! I began to sob uncontrollably as fear consumed my mind; how would I ever be able to face my neighbors again?

For a short time I went in and out of consciousness unable to open my eyes. In a daze I felt that asshole fondling me again. His disgusting hands on my tits, then in my pussy, and then up my ass! When I felt his cock back in my mouth I screamed to myself, "get up and stop this now!"

I rolled over bumping into someone. I opened my eyes and sat up quickly feeling angry, depressed and dirty. I looked around and saw I was in my own bed with my husband lying beside me. My head began to spin, I was going to throw up. I ran to the toilet and puked. Had it been just a dream? I puked again and wondered how I got home. Puzzled, I got up and cleaned up at the sink staring at my puffy blotched face. Did I give John a BJ last night? I looked hard but could find no clues.

Steve walked into the bathroom and put loving hands on my shoulders, "how are you feeling today?" 

"Not good," I answered, "how did I get home last night?" I asked just before I spotted dry cum in my hair. My stomach began to turn.

"Baby, I've got to tell you something" he gave me a serious look in the mirror making my heart sink, "Bob found you in the upstairs bathroom passed out on the toilet." My legs went week and I held myself up by leaning against the counter imagining what terrible things he was about to say. We had met Bob and Maggie two weeks before the party they lived on the block behind us and walked by our house every day. They were a nice middle aged couple whose last kid had just moved out. 

"Maggie walked in on him feeling you up while you were passed out drunk. You were pretty much naked when she walked in. They got in a big fight and everyone found out what he'd done. I almost killed the asshole when I heard what was going on but John and the others held me back. I dressed you and carried you home. I'm so sorry, baby." From behind he wrapped his arms around me and I saw his knuckles were all bloodied, "I knew you were really drunk and I shouldn't have left you alone." Tears welled up in his eyes, "I should have been there to protect you and take care of you. Please forgive me, baby." I began to shiver uncontrollably as I realized that it was worse than I had imagined. I started to cry too. We quietly cried together as Steve tenderly rubbed my back. He asked, "Are you OK?"

My head spun violently and I threw up in the sink. 



World Class 02



It took me a few days but my body soon recovered from the severe hangover. The sadness left my body but guilt and anger remained. For weeks I pondered whether or not I should confess my indiscretion to my husband, Steve. The longer I waited to say something the more fearful I became of what his reaction might be. I finally decided it was best not to say anything and to just keep it a secret. 

However, something inside me had changed since the party. John fucking my face to the most pleasurable orgasm I had had in years flipped a switch back on in my brain. It brought back old, powerful cravings to suck more cock. For weeks I tried satisfying those cravings with Steve, fucking and sucking him off as many as three times a day (bless his heart), but, it was insufficient. Every day I would catch myself staring at random men visualizing them violently fucking my mouth while calling me slut and whore. 

What was worse were the reoccurring dreams about being in the bathroom at the party. One dream was of me pretending to be passed out and letting Bob molest me; probing my body thoroughly with his dirty hands. Sometimes it was other men from the party taking turns doing the same thing. More disturbing still was the replay of what happened with John. Only in my dreams, when he starts calling me slut and whore, I end up begging him to fuck me. I would always wake up from these dreams extremely wet, horny, and obsess over them all day long. 

I had assumed that I had out grown my obsessive longings for different cock in my mouth and that need could be satisfied through my relationship with one man. But I began to doubt that belief as everyday my urges grew stronger and more extreme. It was just like being back in school and I was beginning to believe what John had said; I was a cock slut and a dirty whore. In moments when I accepted being a slut I felt comfort and solitude in my heart.

It was almost two weeks after the party and I was home by myself on my day off when I got an email from John, "I know what it takes to keep this secret, do you?" and, there was a video attachment.

My hand shook as I clicked on the video. I appeared on screen waste up to one side, John's legs and huge cock throbbed pointing straight at my face on the other, "what would Jennifer say?" I watched myself ask. 

I realized that when John had put his phone on the bathroom counter he had it recording everything; I felt sick to my stomach.

"Nobody ever needs to know about this," John's voice answered, "I know how to keep a secret. Do you?" I saw myself agree with a nod. "Show me your tits, I've been craving to see them all day," his voice asked. As I stared at the cock in front of me I did what he asked, "you're fucking perfect," he groaned. I then put my hands on his thighs and leaned forward with an open mouth looking up out of frame. The cock entered my mouth and the video ended. 

The fucker was blackmailing me. I began to scream and swear, I was angry beyond reproach. I stomped around the house for over an hour cursing and ranting, afraid and disgusted. I was mortified as I watched the video several more times trying to think of ways to discrediting it. Unfortunately, I didn't even look drunk, I seemed extremely willing and eager, almost begging him. It looked like it could have been shot at any time during the party and I imagined John would make that argument if it came down to it. I knew that if Steve saw it he would be devastated; it was clear evidence of my broken promise and my history would only make it worse, not to mention the fact that John's cock was bigger than Steve's would crush him too. 

I was disgusted as I imagined all the things that John would blackmail me into doing to keep this video secret. It enraged me to the core. That's why I became highly confused when I realized I was soaking wet and exceedingly horny. I was really beginning to hate myself.

***************

Back in High School our quarterback was one of my regulars. He had a big dick that I couldn't get enough of, and, even though he had a steady girlfriend I would suck him dry every chance I got. One day, during class, he snuck me into the boy's room where we took up residence in one of the stalls. He liked it when I did all the work so I sat on the toilet, pulled his already hard dick out of his pants, and squeezed his balls while swallowing his long shaft. Normally that was as far as I would go but I felt particularly dirt being in the boy's room, so, for the first time I didn't stop him when he began pulling at the bottom of my sweater. I wasn't wearing a bra and soon my sweater was on the floor and his hands were all over my bare tits. I loved being felt up while sucking cock and my quarterback was being particularly rough; it felt so good. 

He was taking a long time to cum even though I was using all my tricks, including licking his balls while he was all the way down my throat. I didn't mind, I loved sucking his cock and could do it all day. But, I became very unnerved when I happened to look past him and saw the stall door open and our fat English teacher, Mr. Erickson, quietly watching with a stern look on his face. Just as I started to pull back the quarterback grabbed my head pulling my face against his groined and started cumming deep in my throat. True to form, I too began to orgasm; not only from the sperm in shooting in my throat, but from the humiliation of it happening in front of my fat teacher. Sure, I liked him enough, he was actually very nice and a great teacher, but he was so old and fat that until that moment I had never considered him as a possible subject for cock sucking.

"Are you done now?" he asked before either of us had finished our orgasms. The quarterback was completely startled and pulled away from me with a fright still shooting cum which was sprayed in my face, hair, and all over my chest. He quickly bolted from the stall, pulling his pants up on the way, leaving me sitting there topless with Mr. Erickson staring me down. I didn't know what to do but cover my tits with my arms and look for my top, which had been inadvertently kicked into the next stall by the quarterback's quick exit. 

My imagination quickly envisioned a chastising that would turn into pleas for forgiveness and then a blowjob. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every passing second and I could see by the bulge in Mr. Erickson's pants that he was thinking the same thing. "This isn't the place or the time for this sort of activity, is it Tiffany?" he chastised. I shook my head slowly back and forth noting agreement. Adding to both my humiliation and excitement, I felt cum to dripping from my chin to my chest, "Get dressed then," he instructed not even trying to avert his gaze.

"Yes sir" I answered, the tears swelling in my eyes. I let my arms drop sooner than necessary and looked down to for my top. "Please don't tell anyone, this is very embarrassing for me," I pleaded feeling actual panic and hearing it in my voice. I was expecting he'd take the bait and begin to blackmail me, "It would ruin my reputation, and my parents will take everything from me," I continued begging. 

I finally saw my sweater and had to drop on all fours to retrieve it as my teacher said nothing but kept watching. I was fully crying when I sat on my ankles at his feet, put the sweater in my lap and began pulling toilet paper from the roll. "Please don't say anything, his girlfriend will kill me and everyone will think I'm a slut." I used the toilet paper to thoroughly wipe the tears and semen from my face and body paying extra attention to my breasts and nipples as I continued to cry and beg. I looked up and saw the bulge in his pants was bigger than before and believed I had him. 

"Please put on your sweater Miss Steven's," he instructed reaching under my arm and pulling me to my feet. "You can stop the waterworks, I'm not going to say anything." He was always kind and his manner made me feel calm. He took the sweater from my hands then to my surprise helped slide it over my head and put it back on. "I just don't want to see you in here again, please. This is an after school activity. Understand?"

As I walked out of that bathroom I had never felt so embarrassed or so rejected. At that moment I hated what I was thinking, but mostly, I hated myself.

****************

When the doorbell rang I had a horrible feeling. I looked out the window and sure enough saw John at the door. I didn't answer, instead I hid behind the wall afraid of him and afraid of myself. "I know you're in there and I recommend you let me in," he called from the other side. 

After another minute of him banging on the door I relented and let him in. "Hi beautiful," he said cheerfully, "How's my favorite cock sucker doing today?" I scowled back at him as he walked around the living room wearing loose shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops. "I've always liked this house and you guys have done a nice job decorating."

"Cut the small talk asshole," I spat with my arms crossed in a defensive mode, "what the fuck do you want?"

"Feisty and to the point, I like that in my whores," he retorted making me even angrier. "I know you saw the video, and, based on the way your man beat on poor old Bob the other night, I'm guessing he doesn't know about us." His calm demeanor was unnerving and he began scanning my body methodically, "Even in those sweats you can't hide that rockin' body. Take them off and show me what you're wearing underneath."

"Fuck you; you're not going to get a thing from me," I answered defiantly trying to think of a way out of this horrible situation, "I'm going to send that video to your wife and fuck up your marriage. How would you like that?"

He laughed out loud, "Go ahead, because you're too late. That party the other week was our last together, we're getting a divorce. So I don't give a shit what that bitch thinks. Besides she probably wouldn't be surprised since one of the reasons we're getting divorced is because she found out about the two other married woman I've been fucking."

He stared me down waiting for a response. I was beaten and we both knew it. I couldn't allow Steve to find out, it would end our marriage. I was so furious I thought my head would explode but still didn't want to give in to his demand. I knew he'd keep this thing going as long as he could, so, I changed my tactic. "How about a blowjob and we'll call it good."

"There's my sweet little slut, I like this attitude better, but let me tell you how this is going to work." He sat on the sofa kicking his flip-flops off his feet and onto the floor, I saw the head of his long cock poke out of the leg of his pants and knew he wasn't wearing underwear. "You are either, going to fuck up your marriage, or, keep your relationship intact and become my personal fuck slut. Your choice whore, you've got one minute to make it," he warned looking at this watch beginning to keep time.

Even though I was fuming, this is what I'd been craving for the last couple of weeks; a big cock to suck on. My pussy was wet and getting wetter the more pressure he applied. It infuriated me that I was getting turned on by this situation, but, as my nipples grew hard and pushed against the fabric of my sweat shirt I knew that I'd be giving in. As I envisioned stripping for John, I suddenly regretted my decision that morning to put on my hot pink lace shelf bra and strappy thong. I knew they drove Steve crazy and I was both afraid and exhilarated about how John would react. 

*************** 

"You're going to suck us all off", Tommy demanded as he, Neal, and Wane stroked their hard cocks, "or we're going to tell on you." 

I was babysitting his little sister, who had long since gone to bed, when his he and his friends invited me up to the tree house in the backyard to play cards. The boys, our school's nerds, were naive (or so I thought) and I decided it would be fun to tease them a little. Of course, when we got up there, they wanted to play strip poker but they made the mistake of not clarifying the rules of what constituted clothes. I was wearing several pieces of jewelry that day, and even though they protested, I counted them as items to be removed upon a loss. I did remove my shirt early on giving the horny boys a good long look at my tits covered in a shear black bra. It was dark up there, only lit by a couple flashlights, but I knew they could see my hard nipples through the thin material. I was amused by their stares, they had little shame as I was sure, even though they were seniors, none of them had seen real tits before. They won a lot of hands by the time I removed my jeans to show off my matching shear panties, but, I still had two rings on my fingers and one on my toe for good measure. 

Finally, all three were in their underwear sporting erections when Neil lost. At first he wouldn't take them off, but I teased him mercilessly, calling him chicken, a pussy, and then finally threatening to put my clothes back on. That did it for the others who joined in and encouraged him to follow through, as they believed they'd get to see me naked. He pulled them off quickly then sat back on the floor with his legs crossed crouched over his hard on trying to hide it from my view. I could tell that it wasn't large but it wasn't small either. 

I believe in making guys feel good about their cocks so I told him so, "It looks like you have a nice cock Neil," I praised, "but you need to let me see it, that's the name of the game, you know." That did it, he leaned back on his hands letting his cock throb in front of me. "That is very nice, you should be proud of it and not hide it," I told him imagining how it would feel in my mouth.

Suddenly, the mood of the treehouse changed and Tommy stood up, "Well...my cock is bigger than his," he announced as he pushed his underwear down his legs. I watched amazed as a big hard cock sprung up to full attention.

"I'm impressed," I said while reaching for my pants. I was sensing it was time to leave rapidly feeling that I'd let things go too far; but the boys had other plans. 

"What about my cock?" Wane asked pulling off his underwear and standing with his hard cock hanging inches from my face. My mouth started to water and pussy was soaked as images of me sucking Wane's black cock danced in my mind. I knew I had to leave right then so I struggled with my pants trying to get my feet past the belt. 

Tommy yanked the jeans away from me, "You're going to suck us off", He demanded, "or we're going to tell on you."

"I'm not going to do any such thing, Tommy" I said using the most disciplinary tone I could muster. "Now give me my pants or I'm going to tell all your parents that you forced me to take off my clothes."

It is my experience that a hard cock cannot be reasoned with and a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Neil grabbed the top I was reaching for and Tommy seemed emboldened, "We know that you are the 'World Class Blowjob Girl', everybody knows it, and you have to suck our cocks or we're going to tell our parents that you forced yourself on us."

Those little fuckers had thought this out and I realized that they had set me up from the beginning. Of course, having three hard cocks waved at me was making my mouth water and my pussy wet. Before that day I had only given one blowjob at a time and the idea of having three at once was making me incredibly horny. Despite my lust I decided to play the role of the vulnerable victim and began to cry and plead, "Why are you doing this to me? Please don't tell your parents, please don't make me do this."

"There's only one way for you to keep us from saying anything," Tommy guaranteed as he walked up to me holding his big cock in front of my face. I don't know what it is that makes men want to take advantage of a defenseless woman, but it's a strategy that has almost always worked for me. So, when I looked into Tommy's eyes and saw that my tears and pleas served only to fill him with uncontrollable desire, I knew that my strategy had been successful.

I closed my eyes and felt the head of his cock pushing against my lips, "Open up and suck on it, bitch." I resisted a little but soon did as I was told and he slipped the head into my warm mouth, "Oh...fuck, I can't believe how good this feels," he moaned before holding the back of my head and quickly pushing it all the way down my throat. Everyone went silent as I let him take control, playing the victim I kept my arms to my sides and did nothing but supply the orifice. His youthful inexperience showed as he began to thrust rapidly and then cum quickly in my throat. Even though it was fast the feeling of his cock throbbing in my throat gave me a small but very pleasurable orgasm that I was able to hide from the boys. 

He was quickly replaced by Wane whose cock was just a bit smaller. Wane followed Tommy's example, holding the back of my head and fucking my mouth for just a little longer before pulling out and shooting his cum. I held my face up to receive each wonderful ejaculation and had a much stronger orgasm than the last, but I believe the inexperienced boys mistook my shivering as more crying. 

Neil quickly stepped in but took a lot more time, slowly pushing his cock in and out of my mouth and occasionally holding it deep in my throat. I kept my eyes shut the entire time and everyone stayed strangely silent. The other boys soon flanked me, pulling at my bra until it fell in my lap. Their breathing grew heavy in my ears as they roughly molested my tits. In unison my hands were pulled out to the sides and placed on two sticky erect cocks. No instructions were needed and I began to jerk them off. The sensation of a cock in each hand, one fucking my mouth, and my tits being roughly manhandled was overwhelming sexy and I could feel a powerful orgasm building. When Neil finally came, thrusting his cock deep in my throat, my orgasm was unmistakably obvious. I moaned, shook and convulsed for over a minute. The boys were far from done as Neil and Tommy switch positions until I again had Tommy's big cock in my mouth. 

They all took another turn but this time they lasted much longer and went much slower experimenting with short and long strokes and making me suck on their balls. I let myself got into it and actively helped them by becoming an eager cocksucker. I was in heaven having boys who never went soft, it was a dream come true.

After the third round we were all tired and I was able to make a quick exit, grabbing my clothes before climbing down in only my panties. I ran into the house and dressed only minutes before Tommy's parents got home.

For the rest of the school year, every time I babysat at Tommy's house I ended up blowing him and sometimes the other two, however, I kept up the pretense that I was only doing it to keep their silence. It was a real turn on for me to be forced into it, and the boys got off on having their own personal cocksucker. I was able to convince them to respect my virginity but it was in turn for severe abuse of my mouth and tits. That year I got really good at fitting multiple cocks in my mouth, rimming, and sucking for long periods of time, (skills that came in handy at collage). 

I guess I could have just stopped babysitting for his parents, but, I developed a Pavlovian response every time his mom's called me to babysit. Just hearing her voice on the phone would give me a small orgasm in expectation of the abuse I'd soon endure from her son. 

***************

John had a knowing smirk on his face as his eyes focused in on my hardening nipples. The head of his cock that hung out of his shorts twitched and begin to swell. "I've got a better idea," he declared standing up and walking to the stereo, "why don't you dance for me a little." Music from the techno station I was playing earlier filled the room as John unceremoniously discarded his clothes tossing them to his flip-flops on the floor and keeping his phone in his hand. He pushed the coffee table out of the way, grabbed my arm pulling me to the couch, where he sat and draped his muscular arms over its back. His beautiful cock was semi hard and growing as he and stared at my pouting face standing in front of him.




World Class 02



Who was I kidding, I thought, I'd been craving this for weeks. I had a history of being forced into sexual acts and I loved it; it really fucking turned me on. In fact, being coerced into depravity was a part of my nature, it was who I was; my faithfulness to Steve never had a chance. I realized in that moment that I had made a stupid mistake promising fidelity and began to hope that as long as he never found out, it would be OK for me to cheat on him. 

"How old are you, Tiffany, twenty three? Twenty four?"

"Twenty six," I snarled trying to look as angry as possible wanting John to believe everything I did was against my will.

"Such a young slut," he said quietly. He lifted his phone and began to use it, "I've got Steve's email in here somewhere and if you're not dancing for me by the time I find it he's going to get a special video."

"Asshole," I snapped and begun to swing my hips. For about five minutes John encouraged my sultry dance in the middle of the living room with my sweats still on. His shaved cock grew fully hard and was bigger and more beautiful than I remembered. I continued my angry look even though the situation was making me very excited. I started to get into it, pushing my tits together, bending over, wiggling my ass close to his face and spinning my long hair around his cock and balls.

"Take off your sweats, whore," he finally demanded, "and do it slowly." My heart began to pound and felt like it was in my throat as the reality set in how he was about to see that I was wearing my sexiest underwear. I was afraid that would convince him how I was a slut for certain, but, at the same time I was excited to be treated like one. 

I slowly pulled my top up teasing him with my belly, then turned my back and pulling it off completely. I used it to cover my breasts before slowly revealing my hot pink shelf bra and exposed erect nipples. "Holy fucking shit!" he yelled, "I didn't think you were wearing a bra and now I see why. That is too fucking hot...you're one hell of a fucking tease." John began squeezing his balls, "take off the pants, whore, I've got to see the rest."

I stopped dancing and put my hands on my hips in defiance, "At least you could ask nicely."

"You little cunt," he said sternly, "I'm going to teach this slut a lesson." John grabbed my wrist and pulled me quickly across his lap and over his big cock. He held me down with one arm across my back and slipped his hand under my pants and panties and easily into my wet pussy. "You're fucking soaked, you whore. You're getting off on this, aren't you?" He slapped my ass so hard I cried out, "Admit it; you're a slut and a whore," he slapped me hard again, "admit it!"

"Ow, no, that hurts, please stop," I begged struggling against his hold, "please don't spank me."

John pulled down the sweatpants past my knees and then continued his assault on my ass. It stung badly, I knew it would leave a marks that Steve might see, "Having a hottest body in the neighborhood doesn't give you the right to talk back to me." His slaps got harder as I howled for him to stop, "Admit you're a slut. Tell me you're a whore and you want to suck my cock!"

I began to tear up; I couldn't take it any longer. I needed him to stop, "Yes, yes, I'm a whore and a slut! Please, please let this slut suck your big cock!" I relented.

John stopped hitting me, pulled off my pants, and began to rub my ass, "Fucking right you're a slut, and one with a perfect ass to boot! From now on, no more bad attitude. You will do what I say, say what I tell you to say, and smile while you're doing it. Is that clear, slut?" He asked giving me one more very painful slap for emphasis.

"Yes, that is clear," I said smiling even though he couldn't see, "please don't spank your slut anymore, I'll suck your cock, I'll suck it really good for you."

"Fucking right you will," he said almost to himself. He pulled my panties down until they were half way down my thighs, "Spread your legs," he ordered. Several finger entered my soaking pussy and I could hear squishing sounds as he finger fucked me. I was exceptionally sensitive and very excited. His fingers, combined with the continual throbbing of his cock against my belly, felt extremely good. So good that I couldn't hold back from having an instant orgasm. I came on his hand while moaning and shivering against his body, "Fuck me..." he mumbled, "that is so hot."

John slid my body down so I was kneeling between his legs with his huge cock pointing directly at my lips. As if on auto pilot I leaned in to take it in my mouth but was stopped by a hand on my forehead, "Smile slut and beg me for it, tell me how much you want it."

I gave him a sultry smile, "Please, John, please, let me suck on your big beautiful cock. I want it so bad, let me feel it in my throat, please cum in my mouth or on my face. Please... I must suck your cock."

John held my head in place and laughed out loud, "I don't believe you, whore. I'm not convinced."

I was shocked but tried again, this time while massaging his thighs and looking directly into his eyes, "I need your big cock in my mouth, baby, let me suck you off, let me lick your balls, please may I suck your cock, please?" 

I leaned forward thinking I had begged enough but his hand on my forehead pushed back again. 

"You think it's big and beautiful?" How beautiful is it, slut? Is it bigger than your husbands? If I let you suck me off will it be enough for you to not suck him off for a week?"

He was trying to humiliate me and it was working, but I was very horny and craving the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I smiled up at him, "Baby, your cock is the most beautiful and the biggest cock I've ever sucked. Yes, you are bigger than Steve, and, I promise, if you let me suck on your cock I will not suck him off for one week."

"Thanks a promise? To be clear, if I let you put my cock in your mouth you will not suck him off for one week from today."

I was uncomfortable with this promise, I'd never gone a week without sucking cock, but my need at that moment was greater than my reasoning, "Yes," I confirmed, "not for one week."

John grabbed the base of his cock and my mouth began to water, "OK then, open wide, but just suck the head for a little while first." Keeping his hand on my forehead he let me lower slowly until I had fully engulfed its head. His big cock in my mouth felt so comforting and I moaned around it. The cravings I'd been having for weeks suddenly were being fulfilled as I let my tongue swirl, exploring every facet, all the different textures between hard and soft, savoring the heat and flavor of his precum. I was in heaven and at that moment didn't have a care in the world. I slid my hands so one cupped his balls and the other stroked his long shaft. After a minute or so I began to slide it down my throat and could feel my orgasm building.

I was startled when John suddenly stood up his cock popping out of my mouth, "Look at the time," he laughed, "Oh my god, I've got to go." He stepped over me and began to get dressed tucking that gorgeous hard cock away and into his shorts.

I was dumbfounded, I couldn't believe he had teased me like that, "Really? You've got to go now?" I asked hearing stupidity and desperation in my voice.

He smirked at me making me feel foolish and humiliated. He had just proved that I was truly a slut and whore and I could see great satisfaction on his smug face. "Yup, I've got to go. I'll call you later and we'll set something up." John slipped on his flip-flops and opened the front door. He stopped and looked back at me kneeling at the couch with a distressed look on my face and laughed, "And by the way," he added, "no cock sucking for one week." He gave me a wink and walked out the door.



World Class 03



Guilt! 

It was tearing a hole in my heart as I looked in the mirror at my fiery red ass. I stood naked in my bathroom studying it carefully trying to come up with an explanation for Steve. I knew when he would come home that evening he'd be expecting a blowjob. And why not? I'd been handing them out like candy for weeks. Just thinking about sucking off his big cock made me need to slip a finger into my still soaking horny pussy and wiggle it around in an attempt to alleviate my stress. But, for the first time since I'd been masturbating, images of balls on my chin while a cock throbbed and released its load deep in my throat where failing to get me off. I worked at it for over ten minutes, furiously rubbing my clit, cramming fingers deep inside me, and even shoving my thumb up my ass. Nothing was working. I was completely worked up but unable to get off and it was really pissing me off.

Finally, John's smug face appeared in my brain demanding that there would be, "no cock sucking for one week." That image was quickly followed by Steve's sad face with his hard cock in his hand after I told him that I wouldn't be giving him any sex for a while. I suddenly exploded into orgasm squirting all over the bathroom counter in front of me and soaking both of my hands, (the one in my pussy and the one working my ass). "Ohh...God...Yes," I cried as I dropped to my knees, "You can only have sex after John tells me you can have some..." I yelled aloud picturing Steve standing behind me being cuckolded, sad and horny. 

As soon as I had recovered I felt sick to my stomach. Something was wrong with me. I was truly twisted. Was I really going to make my husband suffer for nothing more than the sake of our neighbor Steve's (and apparently my) sexual gratification? I knew I was on the edge of heading down a dark path that could ultimately end in disaster. So why was this decision so difficult for me?

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In my second year in college I had a boyfriend for a short while named Jim. He was an English major, medium height, a little on the thin side, really sweet, with a perfect 8 inch long and very thick circumcised cock. It was beautiful. To him, a God fearing Midwestern boy, I was a nasty girl. I would give him hand jobs under tables at restaurants, in bars, I'd blow him in the car, and in bathroom stalls around campus. He'd never had a girl swallow his cum or let him cum on their face, which I was all about it. Hence I became his "dirty little sweet girl". The whole relationship was really kind of cute and adorable.

We were at one party one night and I was a little drunk when Patty, this drop dead gorgeous girl with whom I had some unexplained rivalry with, began flirting with him just to piss me off. I watched them from across the room until she leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. To be fair, he didn't stand a chance to do the right thing. He was blindsided and was caught off guard by her brazenness. But, being a little drunk, I stormed over, pushed her away and then began yelling at him. Imagine me, the blowjob queen being possessive, but there I was telling him and everyone else around that he was cut off until further notice and that he owed me big time. He was extremely embarrassed and apologetic but I was in a drunken rage that lasted for several days. During that time, he did everything he could to make it up to me, sending flowers, leaving sweet messages and notes apologizing, and asking for forgiveness. However, I was committed to letting him sweat it out for a while and actually enjoyed making him beg.

A few days later I was in my dorm room by myself trying on my roommate's clothes. I was looking at myself in the mirror wearing one of her sexy tiny little sundresses with no bra and my favorite pink thong. The dress was very low cut and because my tits were a little bigger than hers it was showing most of my tits. I actually laughed out loud looking at how my nipples poked through the extremely thin material and how it barely covered my ass and thinking that although tremendously sexy, it was way too small. I believed I'd probably be raped walking around campus wearing it. 

Then someone knocked loudly on my door, which the mirror was attached to, scaring the hell out of me. I stayed quite fearing it was my boyfriend and hoping he'd go away. But the knocking continued until I heard Tony's voice, my boyfriend's best friend calling my name and asking me to let him talk to me.

Tony was a linebacker for the college football team. He was 6'4" and built like a tree trunk. He and my boyfriend grew up in the same God fearing Midwestern town and went to the same schools their whole life. They were very tight, the best of friends, and very committed to watching out for each other. I took a good look in the mirror and felt my pussy flush. I got so turned by the thought of exposing myself to Tony dressed like a slut that I had a small orgasm and soaked my thong.

I flung the door wide open and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips and an angry look on my face, "What the fuck do you want?" I scolded.

His eyes almost fell out of his head, "Holy shit..." was all that came out of his mouth. For the longest time he said nothing and with his jaw on the floor just gawked at my body. He made me feel like a baby gazelle standing in front of a lion. I took the opportunity to glance at his crotch and saw his cock twitch and grow a little in his pants. It made my mouth water. When his eyes finally made contact with mine he stuttered, "Uh...uh...Jim wants me to talk to you."

"Well, get your ass in here," I ordered standing to the side and pointing to the chair at the desk behind me. He carefully stepped over the clothes sprawled on the floor and obediently sat in the chair strategically placing his hands in his lap to hide the growing bulge. I closed the door, "So what do you have to say?" I asked. 

He began to stammer some rehearsed speech, "Jim is so sorry," he started, "bla, bla, bla...it was just a mistake...bla, bla, bla...". He seemed very timid which was very contrary to his usual bold and boisterous personality. Either way, I couldn't concentrate on a thing that he was saying because all that was going through my mind was getting back at Jim...well..that and sucking cum from the hard cock that was covered up in front of me. So, I began my little game of teasing and I bent over at the waist and to pick up clothes from the floor and tossing them to my bed. I knew I was not only giving Tony a great view of my cleavage down the top of my dress, but it was so short that when I bent over I knew it was exposing so much of my ass he could probably see the strap of my thong in the mirror behind me. And, by the way he was stuttering, I knew he was looking and taking it all in. 

Finally, I stood up looking very annoyed, strategically holding a black lacey bra in one hand and the matching thong in the other, and looked him in straight in the eye, "Jim is the one who was kissing that slut, I didn't do anything," I yelled shaking my fists so that my tits would jiggle. As I continued my nonsensical rant I felt my nipples grow so hard under his gaze that they began to ache. I was getting so turned on I would have been willing to let him take my virginity (but I'm getting away ahead of myself). I finally decided to lay the cards on the table, "...and you show up here to defend that asshole yet you've got a big hard on!"

He started to get up, "Oh god...I should go...". 

Before he could get balanced I pushed him back into the chair, "You're not going anywhere until you explain yourself," I commanded feeling all mighty because I just pushed this big linebacker down. I step into him and stood between his legs with my bare thighs against his thighs just inches from his cock. I bent forward and place my hands on his muscular shoulders as though to keep him in place. With his eyes cast down, right into my cleavage, I summand up the most spiteful tone I could muster, "He's been unfaithful and I suppose he's even bragged to you about how I jerk him off and suck his big cock all the time, didn't he? Is that why your cock is so hard."

Poor Tony was dumbfounded and unable to speak, "um...well, uh...no...". I could tell from how red he was turning that he had heard stories about me from Jim, and the thought of Tony knowing about my oral skills made my pussy gush.

"I guess he told you how I love to eat his cum, how I like it when he cums all over my face and tits?" I added with a very angry tone. "Isn't that why you're really here? You think you'll walk in here and Just because I've broken up with Jim you'll get me to give you a revenge BJ or something?"

"God no...I could never do that to Jim." He looked so cute all flustered trying to defend himself. "For God's sake, he's my best friend. No...no, I'm just here to help him out."

"I don't believe you," I screamed lifting his hands from his lap and exposing the very impressive bulge underneath, "you're as hard as a rock. All you've done since I opened the door is stare at my body."

"No, no, you've got it all wrong..." he spluttered and trying to get up again.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could leaning my body into his to keep him in the chair. As he fell back my thigh pressed onto his groin and I felt his balls shift and separate against my thighs. That, I believe, is what made him stay seated, because he could have easily overpowered me and gotten out of that room. I kept my thigh pressed firmly into his balls and could feel the base of his hard cock. I put my face into his with angry eye contact, "You must think I'm some kind of slut, that you can just come here to see if you can get some, don't you?" I accused locking eye contact for several moments.

His breathing deepened and I could feel his heart racing and beating hard in his chest. "This cock doesn't lie like you do." I reached down and squeezed his cock through his pants. He was rock hard and it felt like heaven in my hand. "You're no friend to Jim." I removed my hand and took a couple steps back into the middle of the room and just looked at his beat red face full of anger and lust. "You're a horrible person," I told him trying to push his buttons, "you're an awful, no... a terrible friend."

He started shaking and I knew it was working so I decide to up the ante. "I know why you came here, you can't fool me, sporting a huge hard cock like that. So fine," I barked, "get your look," I crossed my arms in front of me grabbed the hem of the dress and in one fell swoop pulled it over my head and tossed it in his lap. "Get a good look at what you and your pretend friend Jim are never going to touch. Get a good look at the body that will never suck your cock!"

"Holy mother of God..." was all that came out of his mouth as I stood with my hands on my hips wearing only my tiniest of thongs. The kind of tiny thong that covered only the lips of my bald pussy. The kind that when soaked (like they were at that moment) clung tightly to the shape of my pussy lips leaving nothing to the imagination. If I had felt vulnerable before wearing clothes, I felt ten times more standing almost naked. I began shaking with angst and desire, I was so aroused that if he had touched me anywhere I believe I would have screamed in orgasm. The look of lust, confusion and anger in his eyes made me I craved for him to attack.

"Now get the fuck out," I commanded, "and never come back!" He didn't move, he just stared at my body. "Now I said. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!" He continued to sit there and I watched a stream of emotions wash across his face. He didn't know what was happening, he didn't know what to do. So I pushed him harder, poking his forehead with my finger "Take your STUPID LOOKING FACE WITH YOU!" I didn't thinkhis face could have gotten any redder, but it did, and it was fullof anger as we began a stare down. 

Finally, I yelled, "I said...get your BIG HARD COCK...OUT!" 

I slapped his balls hard enough to make him buckle over and yell out, "Fuck...you...bitch..."

That did it, he was pushed to the limit. As soon as he recovered he grabbed my arm, "You are a very mean person and you need to be taught a lesson." Before I knew what was happening I was sprawled across his lap with my ass in the air being spanked, and spanked hard. 

I screamed, commanding him to stop and struggled against his hold, but he held me down with an arm across my back, laying down a steady stream of slap after slap across my ass. If he only knew how good it all felt; the stinging of my skin, the hard cock against my hip, the strong arm holding me down, the occasional fingers and palm pounding against my pussy and asshole. I yelled, wiggled, and bounced around in his lap pleading with him to stop but praying that he wouldn't. I quickly realized that if I arched my back and pushed up on my toes right before each spank, not only did it expose my pussy to more direct contact with his palm, but it also served to push my hip up and down against the shaft of his cock.

He stopped and held still for a moment and while I screamed for him to let me loose, I was saddened believing that he was finished. That was until he violently tore off my thong and cram it into my mouth, "You need to quiet the fuck up and take your punishment like a good little bitch." With me muffled he continued his physical assault adding demeaning comments, "You are the worst kind of slut, accusing me of being a bad friend, and teasing your boyfriend's best friend, you deserve a severe spanking..." This was the Tony I knew, full of self-confidence and strength, not the stammering fool that had entered my room earlier. I knew he was thoroughly enjoying himself, (probably as much as I was), and that he was getting off slapping my firm naked bubble shaped ass and making me wiggle my naked body around on his hard cock. I could feel that his hand was wet with my juices as it spread across my ass.

After several minutes of blissful torcher he stopped just to pull my ass apart and give me a thorough inspection. "Wow, that's one soaking wet pussy," he finally acknowledged, "and it's prefect too. Jim says that you're still a virgin. So...is it true that you're still a virgin?" I stayed defiantly quiet until he slapped my ass really hard, "Tell me bitch! Are you still a virgin or not?" 

I relented and yelled yes around the thong (I know, I could have spit it out, but I was way too excited to stop sucking on my own juices), "I am a virgin, asshole!" 

"WOW! I've never had untouched virgin pussy before," he said excitedly before pushing two fingers deep inside. "Look at how fucking wet you are. You're getting off on this, aren't you slut?"

I screamed through the thong lying, "No, I'm not, I'm always wet you asshole!" I squirmed my hips harder pushing more aggressively against his hard cock, "Now let me go, you fucker!" I wasn't sure if he could understand me with the thong in my mouth but thank god, either way Tony ignored my pleas and then finger fucked me hard for several minutes proving I was a total slut. Bless his heart, he gave me three strong and hard orgasms making me scream like a bitch heat. 

I felt him reach down to the floor before he took my wrists in one of his big hands and tied my hands behind my back with whatever he had picked up. He then pushed me down until I was kneeling between his legs and held me in place with one of his huge strong hands on my shoulders. "I didn't come here for this," he said sternly while unbuckling his pants, "But you got me so worked up that I'm going to have to give you what you asked for, slut."

My mouth drooled as he struggled with one hand to get out his cock. It wasn't as long as I had expected, maybe 7 inches at best, but it was smooth, thick, and beautiful and I knew I could easily swallow it whole. After he finally got his pants and underwear down to his ankles he reached into my mouth and fished out the thong. "I'm not going to suck your cock, asshole," I said defiantly.

Tony just laughed, "Yes you will bitch, or I'll just give you another spanking. And I won't be gentle like the last time," he threatened. 

My pussy pulsated and for a moment I couldn't to decide which I wanted more, another spanking, or, to suck his gorgeous cock. Thank God, Tony made the decision for me and grabbed the back of my head forcing my lips to the head of his cock.

"Now you be a good little slut or I'll beat your ass again. I expect one of your world class blow jobs."

I was more than ready! I took the head of his cock into my mouth and gently suckled. The taste of his precum sent vibrations of lust through my body. He moaned and applied pressure to the back of my head forcing half of his length into my throat. I lifted up and he pushed me back down until my head was bobbing rapidly on his cock. He pushed hard each time until my nose finally touched his groined with every thrust. 

"Fucking awesome" he groaned, "I've never had a chick deep throat me." Encouraged by his compliment I let him hold my head down and with his cock buried in my throat I gave him a hummer as he tried to thrust it deeper. 

I felt his hands begin to roughly maul my tits and it felt so good I came instantly. I believe that the convulsing of my throat from my orgasm around his cock set off Tony because he too started to cum. I wasn't ready, and so it made me choke and cough but I kept my throat and mouth open so not to bite or injure his beautiful cock. He pulled out of me and continued to cum spurting all over my face and tits, "oh fuck, ya...take that you fucking slut..." he cried. 

I couldn't believe how much cum he had. It seemed like it wouldn't stop. I'd heard about big comers and now I was experiencing one. With my hands still tied behind my back I tilted my head, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue like a hungry chick waiting to be fed as he jerked off his exploding cock trying to aim for my mouth but projecting most of his precious semen wastefully to the floor behind me.

As soon as he finished a look of fear washed over his face, "Jesus Christ you slut. What have you made me do!" He screamed looking like he was about to cry. Then, like most men who feel they are cheating in some way, he quickly pulled up his pants looking as guilty as if he had just murdered someone and began to threaten me, "If you ever tell Jim, I'll fuck you up." He grabbed my chin and forced my cum cover face up to his. "Do you understand, you bitch?" For the first time during our encounter, I was actually afraid. I nodded yes, which was enough for him and he ran from my room leaving me tied up and the fucking door to my room wide open. 

I dropped on my back to the floor, "Fucking men," I mumbled before I screamed as loud as I could after him, "Do you fucking live in a barn?" Swinging my legs around, I used my feet to slam the door shut and laid there until I drifted off into a deep restful sleep.

A couple days later, Jim was still calling and apologizing, so I knew Tony hadn't said anything. I was feeling guilty about cheating with Tony, and for blaming Jim even though he didn't do anything wrong. So, I decided to head over to his dorm room to apologize and give him another chance. I dressed completely sexy for him in a white V-neck tank top with no bra, a plaid skirt, high heal sandals, and my lacy black thong. I had to admit I was looking pretty damn sexy and believed it would be impossible for him to not forgive me. "And who knows," I thought, "if everything goes well, I just might let him take my virginity." 

I knocked on the door and it swung open. Tony stood there in white cotton boxers, his huge muscles bulging everywhere. God he was a perfect specimen. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked while his face turned three shades of red, "You know Jim is in class."

That's when I realized it was Thursday instead of Wednesday, "Fuck, I'm sorry..." I stammered feeling really stupid and I turned to leave, "I made mistake."




World Class 03



Tony grabbed my arm and quickly pulled me into his room before looking down the hall to make sure that no one was around to see. "What!" he said staring at my dumbfounded face, "did you come back for another spanking?"

"No, asshole, I didn't," I told him. The thought of getting another spanking made my pussy gush, "I actually came for Jim. I just forgot what day it was. That's all!"

He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pressed his body against my side. He reached up with his other hand and fondled my tits through my shirt. I felt his cock growing hard against my ribs and my pussy begin to throb. "If you're going to dress like a slut I'm going to have to treat you like one." I tried to push him away but he squeezed my neck harder until I yelled out in pain. "You're going to behave and do as you're told; right little girl?" silent and completely vulnerable I nodded my head in compliance. "We have about a few hours before we're disturbed and I'm going to take full advantage of the time." He stepped back and stood between me and the door, "Strip," he ordered.

I was so fucking turned on being dominated by a strong beautiful hunk, who was also the best friend of my boyfriend that I began to fantasize about losing my virginity at that very moment. I could almost feel his hard cock buried deep inside me. Without fanfare I stripped down to my thong. And crossed my arms angrily over my chest. Tony laughed at my fake modesty and bent his finger beckoning me close. He took me in his big strong arms and kissed me deeply. His lips felt so good and his tongue touched all the right places that he set my body on fire. As we kissed I wrapped my legs around him and he held my body weight easily in his arms. He walked us across the small room and with his back to the door tossed me roughly to the bed. "Show me your awesome deep throat skills," he ordered, and, like a bitch in heat, I couldn't get his underwear off fast enough and get that gorgeous cock down my throat. 

"Did you really come here to make up with Jim?" he asked.

Not wanting to stop sucking him off I muffled a yes and nodded my head.

"And here you are sucking me off. You really are a slut, aren't you?" 

In response I pushed my nose against his groined and pulled on his balls. I wanted to taste and feel his copious amounts of cum I knew he had waiting just for me. I worked him as best I could for a long time using all my tricks hoping to drain him; but he had stamina. "Take off your panties," he instructed, "I want to see your wet virgin pussy." He laughed, "you are a virgin, right?" I muffled another yes and I felt his cock pulse with excitement in my mouth.

I followed his instructions and removed my thong while keeping his cock in my mouth. I knew what he was planning to do and I was ready. I excitedly discarded my panties to the floor behind Tony and that's when I saw, out of the corner of my eye, someone standing in the doorway. I knew it was Jim. He had come in undetected and caught us in the act. Although I didn't want him to see me like this I couldn't bring myself to stop. I was compelled to continue to do as Tony commanded no matter who was in the room. And the fact that I was about to let my boyfriend's best friend take my virginity, while he watched broken hearted, served only to turn me on even more.

Tony leaned over and began to kiss me deeply and I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck. He crawled onto the bed carrying me with him until I felt the head of his penis rub against my slippery opening. I knew from where Jim was standing he had a clear view of my pending penetration and I thrust up trying to get it inside me. 

"Not so fast my eager little beaver," Tony laughed at his pun. He pulled his hips back to avoid early entry, "We're going to take our time and enjoy this moment so you will remember it as a great memory for the rest of your life."

That had to be the most romantic moment of my sexual life. I suddenly felt unbelievably grateful that he was the one deflowering me. I was putty in his hands. He kissed me deeply but gently before laying more kisses down my body until he was eating my pussy. I had only had one person go down on me before that moment, and that other guy certainly didn't know what Tony knew. Soon I was in the throes of the most wonderful orgasms and when I finally lifted my head to glance at the door I saw it gently closing. I knew our voyeur had seen all he could take.

To make a long story short, Tony made wonderful, caring love to me for several hours. I couldn't have asked for a better first time and a better lover to do it with. However, after I left the room I saw Jim hiding out in the hallway. He was quietly bawling his eyes out, probably had been for hours, waiting for us to finish. 

I suddenly felt awful; no...despicable, even evil. I had knowingly accused my nice, wonderful boyfriend of cheating on me when he actually hadn't. I had made him feel really bad about it, I then gave his best friend something I had denied him, my virginity. I did it right in front of him and probably fucked up their friendship for life. I was depressed for months (but be clear, I was also getting fucked daily by Tony). I really can be a horrible person.

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And that was how I felt again. Guilty, despicable, like a horrible person. 

As expected Steve came home with a big grin and an even bigger hard on. I coughed and spoke in a raspy voice denying my husband a blowjob and sex. I told him that I felt really sick and had a sore throat, when in reality, I was hiding my red ass from him and following instructions from my blackmailing neighbor. 

Steve was very nice and understanding. He told me to stay in bed and made me soup for dinner. He was kind and gentle rubbing my back, shoulders, head, and neck all in an effort to make me comfortable and to feel better. His effort made me love him even more and every time he'd touch me I'd get sexually aroused just thinking about why I was really denying him sex. I felt shameful, I knew he didn't deserve this from me. I was a lying cheating bitch, and the situation was pushing me to the point of orgasm, keeping me hanging there, hopeless, and unable to do anything but cuckold my clueless husband.



World Class



Sorry I got sidetracked. It's just that I feel sorry for a woman who doesn't give herself the pleasure of having her lover come in her mouth and swallowing his semen. I think she and her lover are both missing out on something wonderful. 

Now where was I? Oh...... Once my lover starts to come, there's really nothing I can do except make it as good for him as possible. I bob my head, suck hard, lick that sensitive spot, hum, and fondle his testicles. I let a couple of gushers of semen accumulate, then I pause a moment at the top of my head bob to have a quick swallow. I'm careful to keep his tip between my lips, because I want to swallow his come, not wear it.

Oh, having him come all over me ..... in my face, in my hair, on my breasts ....... is fun sometimes, especially if we want to take some sexy pictures, and I don't mind it at all. I think it's erotic, and I'm washable. I don't want him to squirt me in the eye, though. That happened once, and it really stings.

What gives my lover the best climax and me the most satisfaction is for him to come in my mouth, start to finish. I like to feel it from the first hard gusher to the last little drop I milk out of him with my hand. I love to feel him come in my mouth, knowing that I've made love to him well enough to give him a really good orgasm. 

I like to swallow his semen for several reasons. First, it makes me feel very lewd, naughty, and sexy, and I love that feeling. It also shows him that I love him and like taking a part of him into my own body. Those little wiggly sperms are a living part of my lover, and I like knowing that they're going to become a part of me. I'll digest them, and the little components that start out as part of him eventually become part of me.

Once when I sucked him, his semen was extremely thick. I don't know why, but it was so thick I could almost chew it. I didn't mind that, in fact I thought it was sexy. There was a little problem, though, because a thick spurt got into my throat and stayed there. I could feel part of it go down, but a stringy wad of come was sort of stuck there. A couple of swallows took care of it, but for a moment I thought I was going to gag. I have never figured out what might have made his come so thick that time, but it's never happened again.

Oh, I digressed again. ....... His orgasm. Well, I suck, lick, and bob for all I'm worth, and he moans with pleasure and spurts gusher after gusher. I must admit that I get very excited while he's coming. I really put everything I have into making love to him, and I get very caught up in his passion and pleasure. By the time he comes, my pussy is wet and I'm very aroused. I concentrate on him, though, because his pleasure is all that counts right then.

I love those strong jerks and big gushes of come as he goes over. It's like I've been working hard for something, I've achieved my goal, and I'm getting my reward. Mmmmm

I continue to bob, suck, lick, and hum until he has stopped gushing, has started to shrink, and he tells me he can't take anymore. Then I keep him in my mouth while I milk him with my hand to get everything out of him down to the last little drop and final little sperm. I like knowing that my lover is completely empty when I'm finished making love to him. Then he can concentrate on making a new supply to give me the next time we make love.

I usually save a nice mouthful of come to play with after my lover has finished. I feel lewd and naughty, and I do things like gargle with it, blow bubbles, swish it loudly between my teeth, open wide and stick out my tongue to show him that I have a mouthful of semen. I know I'm being a bad girl and it's kind of gross, but it's fun, and he likes it too. He calls me a "obscene cocksucker," and that makes me giggle. 

One of my favorite pictures is one he took of me just after he had come in my mouth. I'm giving him a huge open mouthed grin, and thick ropes of white come are connecting my upper and lower teeth and lips. I know it's pornographic and sort of gross, but I think it's sexy. I should probably be ashamed of my self, but I'm not. Not at all.

When he's completely finished and I'm through playing, I swallow several times. This gets most of it down, but the gooey semen has completely coated the inside of my mouth, tongue, teeth, and lips. It has also dripped down onto my breasts and thighs. That's okay. Like I told you before, I'm washable. My lover is also a nice and messy from all the slippery stuff, semen, and saliva that I've left on him. 

I think it's a mistake to be too neat about cocksucking. For me, getting a little semen spread around is a sexy part of the experience. I don't know, maybe I'm some kind of pervert. I like it, though, and isn't that all that matters?

I know this is probably getting too long for you, but let me tell you a little story. Then I'll quit, I promise.

Once I was feeling especially naughty, and I wanted to give my lover a special treat. Me, too. In the morning I told him that I was going to come over for something special. I asked him to be in his big chair, wearing nothing but a robe at three that afternoon. 

I went out and got my hair styled, my face professionally made up, and my nails done. Then I bought a new black cocktail dress. I put on the dress with sexy black underwear, black thigh high nylons with the seam in the back, and black stiletto heeled shoes. I was about as stylish, chic, and attractive as I could possibly be. I was looking good, and I was dressed up for a special night on the town at three in the afternoon. 

I let myself into his house, and he was waiting for me in his chair. Neither of us said anything. I took off my coat, twirled around so he could see how I looked, knelt down between his legs, and gave him the longest, most loving and passionate ....... cocksucking either of us had ever experienced. 

By the time it was over, I had a mouthful of come, streaks of semen on my perfectly made up face, gobs of it in my freshly styled hair, and all over my fancy new cocktail dress. A stream had even run off my chin and down inside my dress to get all over my lacy strapless bra. Most of my professionally applied lipstick was on his penis. It was a real mess, and just about the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. My lover really responded to the naughtly little show I put on for him.

That was just the start of a very erotic and loving experience for us. When we finally went to sleep that night, we were both pretty sore. I wonder what they thought at the place where I took that little dress to be dry cleaned and mended where he had torn it off me?

Okay, I promise to get this finished without any more sidetracks. I did want to share that little story with you, and I hope you didn't mind too much. 

Let's see .... Oh ...... I go to the bathroom and use a washcloth to clean my face and other areas where semen has accumulated on me. Then I rinse my mouth with water. I want my mouth to be kissable, but I like the taste and feel of semen, so I don't brush my teeth or use Scope yet. If I don't brush, I can keep a nice coating of come in my mouth. .

I go back to my lover with a warm, wet washcloth and towel, and I very gently clean and dry him. After a kiss he sometimes calls me "sperm breath," and that always makes me giggle.

After that, I like to snuggle myself into his lap for some nice holding, kissing, and cuddling. He knows I love him, but I tell him for about the hundredth time that day. 

Later, when we're in bed for our nap, I snuggle myself tightly to his warm body. I'm very satisfied with myself for having given my lover such a sexy expression of the love I feel for him. I'm also looking forward to an evening of more wonderful lovemaking. Just before I drift off into a sweet sleep, he whispers that he loves me, and that I'm his own little "world class cocksucker."

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