Happiness, is a mouth full of cock

I can’t deny that I love fucking and being fucked. Nor could I ever try to convince someone that I don’t love getting my cunt thoroughly and expertly eaten out.  The simple truth of the matter is if its sexual activity, I’m almost certainly your gal (well, strictly speaking, I’m Master C’s gal, but so long as I’m happy to accept His discipline, I could be yours too I guess).

Be that as it may (and it definitely may), when it comes to sex, I am almost never happier than when I have my lips wrapped around a nice, hard cock; especially (of course) Master C’s cock, but pretty much any cock, so long as it’s clean, will do the job.

It is no exaggeration when I say that in the years that have passed since my 14 year old self first performed the act, my mouth has had more cocks in it than both my cunt and arse combined; largely because it is almost my go to option when I’m having one of my drunken encounters with a random guy who has taken my fancy in a pub.

So why is this?

There are a number of factors.

It’s ideal for a quick and casual, no strings encounter. Get on your knees, take him in your mouth, lick and suck until he erupts, swallow and go. It’s just raw gratification. Even conversation is optional, although being a well mannered slut, I do generally utter a “thank you” for the load I’ve been given.

It’s convenient. There’s no need for undressing involved; he just needs to whip his cock out and you can get on with task in front of you (and it’s so much easier to hide the evidence if there’s a risk of being disturbed).

There’s also the fact that I get to enjoy their enjoyment of what I’m doing. Every gasped exclamation, every shuddering breath drawn, every involuntary thrust of the hips and twitch of the cock, every drop of cum released into my mouth is down to me; I have done that to them.

I enjoy the sense of empowerment that goes with it. Let’s be honest, as a woman, particularly a submissive woman, most sexual acts that I take part in are done to me, or at the very least, down to me. I am the one being fucked, I am the one getting my cunt licked out (unless I’m with another woman, of course, but let’s keep it simple), I am the one being disciplined; essentially I am, almost by default, the receiver. It is, after all, basic biology. Yes, I am curious as to what it would feel like to have a penis, and to have that penis sucked or for me to use that penis to fuck another person’s mouth, cunt or arse, but I don’t have one, so it will remain an intellectual curiosity. I do however, have a mouth for kissing, and sucking, as well as a throat, cunt and arse for fucking, and I love having all of these thing done to me. Giving a blow-job (and going down on another woman) is, however, me doing it to the other person. I am the giver in this situation.

Now yes, I know you could argue that when my holes are being fucked, I am giving the other person my body to use, but that is a passive form of giving. When I am giving head, I am very actively giving. My lips kiss the head and shaft of cock before me before stretching around it and sliding along its length. My tongue flicks and licks all over the cock’s surface, teasing and tormenting. My mouth is the tool I employ to pleasure them with, and I love to hear the sounds of appreciation that come from the recipient.

Being responsible for another person’s orgasm is a privilege and a responsibility that I never take lightly. It doesn’t matter whether I am giving Master C a long, slow, sensual sucking to help relieve Him of the stresses of a hard day, or if I am giving an unknown random a quickie in the alley behind the pub, I apply myself diligently to the task.  I want the person who’s cock I am sucking to appreciate and enjoy what I am doing to them. You could say I want them to be blown away by the way I blow them. And yes, it goes without saying, that I want to be rewarded for my efforts with a lovely thick load of cum to savour and swallow, I want to be connected intimately to the joy of their release. In that moment, I know that they are powerless to resist their own most basic reflexes and it is me and my mouth that is responsible for this.

I honestly don’t know how many cocks I have sucked in the past 30 odd years, nor how many loads of cum I have swallowed. Some, I will admit, have been less pleasant than others (that is an occupational hazard for a professional cocksucker) but every load has been down to me; a “reward” for a (blow-) job well done.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an overwhelming need to have Master C’s cock in my mouth…