So long as they have a face…


…I will always have a place to sit.

Make no bones about it, I love having a partner’s tongue between my labia and on my clit, particularly if it is the tongue belonging to Master C. It doesn’t matter whether the other person is face down between my thighs or if I’m kneeling astride their face, the feeling of a tongue and mouth on my cunt is something I will never get too much of.

The risks of me accidentally breaking their nose or of me suffocating the partner in question and depriving myself of their tongue aside, there are good reasons from a purely practical perspective why sitting on a partner’s face is such a convenient position.

For a start, if I’m sucking a man off, once he’s blown his load in my mouth, I can simply just move up his body, straddle his head, lower myself on to his mouth and have him return the compliment.

Alternatively, when I’m on top, fucking him, riding his cock with abandon, it may be that he’s overheating while I still have a way to go. Again, it is so much easier for me to just slide off his cock, move up the bed, plant my cunt on his mouth and have him redress the balance before moving back down and reimpaling myself on him.

Sometimes, if I’m facing in the other direction, while he is mid feast, I can lean forward and either play with his cock with my hands, or take him into my mouth and reciprocate. I mean, let’s be honest,  69s aren’t particularly practical, but they can be fun every now and then. With Master C being at least 6″ taller than me, a 69 is much easier with me on top than it is with Him.

When I’m sitting on  Master C’s or “The Other Guy’s” face, they can reach up and play with my boobs as they lick me. They can finger either of my holes as their tongue lashes my clit. What’s more, by moving my weight around, I can directly control the pressure their tongue applies, giving me exactly the stimulation I want at that particular moment.

The same can be said when I’m having sex with “The Girl”. I’ve sat on her face, she has sat on mine. When we 69, as I am the taller of the two of us, she frequently goes on top.

It’s a very practical position and, as anyone who has ever gone down on a woman will know, it’s actually a lot less uncomfortable for the licker, in terms of not giving yourself a cricked neck, than burying yourself face down between her thighs is.

So, let’s hear it for face-sitting. I don’t care if I’m never going to be able to sell videos of me doing it, or having it done to me, I’m going to go right on enjoying it every chance I have.

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I swallow


I suspect it comes as no surprise to learn that I swallow. Granted, I haven’t swallowed every load I’ve ever taken in my mouth, but the vast majority that I’ve taken have ended up in my stomach. After all, I’ve worked hard for my reward, I’ve earned it so, as long as I am allowed to do so, I’m going to savour and enjoy it. I’ve no objection to taking a load over my face, or my boobs if that’s the kind of mood I’m in, or if Master C decides that’s what I deserve, but I do love the feeling of a nice, thick, hot load of fresh cum trickling down my throat.

I’ve never really understood the whole “spit or swallow” thing. To me, it’s always been more about whether or not I allow a man to cum in my mouth in the first place. Let’s face it, once he has shot his load in your mouth, it’s a bit too late to worry about what it tastes like and, if we’re being brutally honest, if it doesn’t taste pleasant, spitting it out isn’t going to change things. OK, so I admit, there are times when a guy’s cum tastes so foul that you spit out of reflex. It has happened to me and it can’t really be helped, sometimes it’s just automatic. As a general rule however, if it passes that first test, down it goes.

One of the ways I have tried to avoid this unfortunate scenario is to have a few general rules of thumb. Based on experience, the main one is, if the man smokes, I don’t let things get that far. It’s been a rule I’ve had ever since my teens, even back in my student days when I used to be a smoker myself. It hasn’t always guaranteed that the experience wouldn’t be unpleasant, but it has, I think, improved the odds.

Now, there are some women who just won’t let guys go that far. I have a very good friend who has never taken a load in her mouth, and I know she is not alone. She’ll happily let a guy dump a load of cum anywhere else on or in her, but she just can’t bring herself to let men co,e in her mouth. In her cunt, fine, up her arse, no problem, over her boobs, bring it on, in her mouth, no fucking way; the first hint of pre-cum when she’s sucking a guy and his cock is speedily transferred to another hole. She quite openly admits that just the thought of taking a load in her mouth makes her queasy.

Me, on the other hand, I was willing to give it a try, and the first load I took was sufficiently not too unpleasant to make me happy enough to keep doing it.

For a lot of women, assuming they were willing to try it in the first place, I suspect their decision whether or not to let a man unload in their mouth is based on how unpleasant or otherwise their first (and in many cases, I suspect, only) experience was. I was fortunate, others won’t have been.

When you have a regular partner, you can become accustomed to the flavour of their cum. You get familiar with the effect that their diet and lifestyle has on the taste. The first time you suck a man’s cock, however, you are largely taking a leap into the unknown; you really don’t know what you’re going to get. You can take “reasonable” precautions, for example my embargo on smokers, but even then you still don’t know what to expect. Even the cleanest tasting cock is capable of producing foul tasting semen; it’s a risk we just have to take. On the whole, I’ve been lucky, the “good” has by far outweighed the bad, but I have had my share of unpleasant experiences too.

As an aside, the Cosmo type magazines of this world would have us women believe that we shouldn’t waste our time going down on men who aren’t prepared to go down on us. Now, largely, I agree with this, but there are exceptions. It’s one thing if a man expects us to suck his cock but is too lazy, arrogant or self-absorbed to return the favour, but there are some men who, just as there a women who won’t let a man come in their mouth, get squeamish about putting their mouths to our lady parts.

I was with such a man for a spell when I was at Uni. He was a lovely guy and the sex was very good; but no amount of coaxing could make him overcome his cunniligaphobia. Even the less than subtle “I’ve done you, the least you could do is do me back” was met with a rueful shrug and a reply along the lines of “Well, so long as I get to fuck you, I guess I can live without getting my cock sucked”. The thing was, he had a very suckable cock, and, as I’ve said, was a pretty damned good fuck; the things he could do with his fingers and mouth could turn me inside out. Ultimately though, I missed getting my cunt eaten out, so it had to end. Shallow? Very probably, but I had needs that he, sadly, couldn’t satisfy.

Anyway, back to my original point; spit, swallow or don’t let him come in your mouth in the first place, it’s a choice every one of us has to make for ourselves and whichever way you fall, if the man whose cock you’re sucking is worth it, he will respect your choice. That said, it’s almost impossible to maintain an air of coy innocence with a mouthful of cum.

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Tongue lashings


As with all things sex, the range of talents displayed in the performance of cunnilingus range from “Was that it?” To “Oh God! Oh my fucking God! Oh fuck! OH FUCK! Yes! YES! FUCKING YESSSS!” Some rush at it, some luxuriate in it. I’m probably going to shatter a well held belief here; but in my opinion, women are not inherently better than men. Yes, I know I have a cunt and I know how it likes to be treated, but that’s just it; I know how my cunt likes to be treated. A woman going down on me for the first time has no more knowledge or experience of the way I like to be licked than a man in that same position does. Anyway, I digress…

In a way, I was lucky. I had about 18 months or so of “oral only” relationships before I lost my virginity. I discovered very quickly that one way of ensuring I was on the receiving end of some pretty good cunnilingus was to have the guy go down on me first. Suck the guy off first and he pretty much lost interest as soon as he’d blown his load in my mouth, but promising him a blow-job after he’d seen to my needs always seemed to make a guy raise his game. He didn’t have to make me come, although nine times out of ten I would, but he did have to make an effort to pleasure me. My mouth was going nowhere his cock until I was thoroughly eaten out. The guys I went with at this stage quickly learned that the way to my mouth was through my cunt.

It was one particularly intense tongue lashing that led to me reward the guy in question by letting him take my virginity. He had always had a particular talent (it’s not generally a talent you associate with the teenage male, but he knew the more he put into his efforts, the more rewarding it would be for him). He knew how to take me slowly to boiling point and then keep me there. He knew when “Please, no more!” meant “Don’t even think about stopping!” and when it actually meant I really couldn’t take any more. And on that perfect late summer afternoon during half-term, a few weeks after my 16th birthday, having licked me and fingered me into a quivering mess of hot, sweaty, over-climaxed Morag, I begged him to fuck me; and fuck me he did.

In a similar way, Master C is one of those men that luxuriates in going down on a woman. For Him it is never a something to be performed perfunctorily, to be got out of the way quickly before moving on to the main event. For Master C, performing cunnilingus is an event in its own right. When He’s going down on me, that is what Master C is concentrating on. He’s licking me, teasing me, turning me on, taking me to the precipice again and again before, finally letting me come. Sometimes Master C can have me coming in virtually no time at all; at other times He can keep me on the edge for what seems like forever. Sometimes He’ll deliver a series of shudderingly sharp climaxes, at other times Master C builds me up gradually to one powerful finalé that leaves me utterly drained.

As I said, I’ve been extremely fortunate. I’ve known a couple of men who, like Master C and “The Other Guy”, put their heart and soul into the performance of cunnilingus; men who really know how to use their tongues to maximise the pleasure they give; men who take their pleasure from knowing how much I enjoy what their mouths are doing to me.

Most men know how to use their cocks, but a man who also knows how to use their tongue is truly special.

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Degradation & Reward


It is, perhaps, an unusual kink, but I get off on being degraded. It is a huge turn on when Master C calls me His filthy slut. I love it when He publicly humiliates me in front of other people.

Nothing cements my place as a no-good, worthless slut than when Master C shows His contempt for me by inviting the other men within our circle to use me and, when they have finished with me, to cum all over me; denying me even the use of being a receptacle for their cum.

I love the filthiness of it, as one by one, they take it in turn to fuck me and discharge their loads all over me.

Sometimes Master C invites them to slap me or pull my hair. On other occasions He reminds me that I am barely fit to even be used by His friends; that they are only fucking me because they have no other need for me.

Even the women in the group are allowed to slap me, or thrash me, and tell me that I’m not worthy of having their partners’ loads inside me. Sometimes I will be forced to lick their partner’s cum from their cunts. Sometimes, when I’m on the verge of bringing one of the men off with my mouth, they will steal him back at the last moment, depriving me of my reward, and take his load for themselves.

I will be denied orgasms because I don’t deserve them. I will be tied up in the corner, unable to participate, able only to watch as the others in our circle enjoy each other’s bodies.

Sometimes however, if I have been a dutiful slut and performed my function to the fullest of my abilities, I will be rewarded and I will allowed to accept their loads in my hungry mouth.

For me, it is the ultimate recognition of my prowess as a slut, the highest reward for a (blow) job well done, a confirmation of my skill as a cocksucker.

When Master C fills my mouth with cum, it is all of the above and so much more besides.

For once Master C has decided that I have earned my reward, that I am not to be demeaned by having his load dumped over my face as punishment for some infraction or inadequacy. He is letting me savour his very manliness, the taste of his essence and, at the same time rewarding me for being a good girl, his slutty little, cum-hungry submissive. When Master C lets the other men fill my mouth, it is my reward for being a good “hostess”.

Afterwards, if I have been good; if I have been a proper slut and earned His redemption, afterwards Master C will run me a bath, wash me clean, kiss me and tell me that I am His “good girl” again. If, however, I have failed to redeem myself, a night, cum encrusted, sore, cold and alone awaits me.

It’s not easy being a cum slut. but then nothing worthwhile is ever easy (with the possible exception of me).

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A large penis does not a great lover make


I read a quote somewhere recently, it may have been in an article on sex.com, but don’t quote me on that, on the subject of penis size that I rather liked. It went something along the lines of:

Penis size only matters to people who let it matter.

Now, as it happens, I tend to agree with this.

It is, I believe, generally accepted that the average length of an erect penis is in the range of 5½” to 6½”. From the experience of the numerous erect penises that I’ve encountered, this would seem about right, although I admit I don’t actually carry a measuring tape around with me, so I can’t say for certain. What I can say is that from that penile population I have encountered, some have been shorter than average and some have been longer. What I can also state, quite categorically is that the length of penis has made absolutely no difference to how much, or possibly how little, I’ve enjoyed the sex I’ve had with the owner of said penis.

The fact of the matter is I have had penises of all different sizes inside me and I’ve had good sex and bad sex with men irrespective of how well endowed they were.

I’ve said it before, but I think it’s worth repeating, that if I had to choose between size and ability I would choose ability every time. A larger than average penis does not automatically make a man a better lover; and a crap shag from a well hung guy is still a crap shag. The fact that the man in question is generously proportioned tends to make any lack of ability on his part even more disappointing.

And this is the thing, in my experience, and I stress I am only speaking for myself, when I’ve had sex that I’ve really enjoyed, the size of the penis of the guy I was fucking made absolutely no difference to the pleasure I experienced. On the other hand, where the sex was disappointing, there was, perversely, a direct correlation between the level of disappointment I experienced and the size of the guy’s cock. You could say that I actually broke my rules by expecting more from a guy because his cock was bigger, which is, on the face of it, a ridiculous contradiction.

To date, I have never encountered a penis so disproportionately small that I haven’t been able to enjoy having it inside me. Men however, are sensitive about their penises, and actually, for us women, this can be a good thing. Once again,in my experience, men who believe they are under-represented in the penis size department, regardless of whether or not this is actually the case, do tend to try harder to make up for their perceived shortcoming which can actually make them more enjoyable lovers than some of their more well-endowed counterparts.

This isn’t to say large cocked guys can’t be good lovers; they most very certainly can. But I have encountered any number of “larger” men who seemed to think that just being big should be enough to satisfy me, whereas I have found that men who believe they are smaller have a tendency to “compensate” for their “lack” and develop other skill that we women really appreciate.

Of course, what matters most, to me anyway, is ability, coupled with confidence, combined with a genuine desire to make sex as pleasurable for me as it is for them. Fortunately for this slut, she has her slightly larger than averagely endowed Master who revels in my enjoyment every bit as much as His own.

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