The long and the short of it


I’ve mentioned before that blow-jobs are hugely adaptable; there is literally a blow-job for every occasion. Fast and rough, long and slow; as an appetiser, the main course or as an aperitif, there is a blow-job for that.

As always, the type of blow-job will depend on circumstances: your level of randiness, where you are and who you are with will go a long way to determining how that cock is going to get sucked. Make no mistake about it though, when I’m sucking a cock, as much as I am doing for the benefit of the recipient, I am taking great pleasure from it for myself.

At on end of the spectrum is the rough, hard, dirty quickie. Maybe it’s with some random gut who has caught my eye in a pub, maybe I’m with Master C and one or both of us is caught up in an overwhelming rush of randiness. There will often be an outdoor element to this: a dark alley, in a park, on a beach, in the car in the supermarket car park. Alternatively we may be at a party or some other kind of reception and I and the person I’m with have snuck away for a few minutes. The common theme is that there is an element of risk that we could be disturbed/caught in the act. As much as I love to luxuriate in the act of sucking cock, taking time to utilise my full range of talents and skills so that we both extract as much pleasure as we can from the experience, in these situations speed is very much of the essence. Almost as soon as the urge materialises, a (relatively) safe location is found, I am on my knees, and that cock is in my mouth.

In these instances, it is very much a sprint; there is no time for dilly-dallying, all eyes are on the prize and the prize is a thick, warm load of cum in my mouth in the least amount of time possible. There is no time for finesse, no protracted teasing or trying to make the moment last; I am sucking hard on that cock while they often have their fingers in my hair as they thrust between my lips. There is an urgency that arises in part from the initial need and desire and from the proximity to other people, people who could intrude on us at any moment. That urgency serves to increase the intensity of the experience, driving both us us towards that inevitable moment of release; that moment when the dam bursts, the cock that I am sucking erupts, rewarding me with a mouthful of that rich, manly essence.

I savour briefly, then swallow as he tucks himself away. I straighten myself up and then, depending on circumstance, we either rejoin the occasion, or we part and go our separate ways into the night.

At the other extreme, there are the slow and leisurely blow-jobs; the ones I want to wallow and luxuriate in as I give the recipient as much pleasure as they can take over a prolonged period.

An example will be in the evening, when Master C is tired after a long and stressful day at work. As He sits back on the sofa, I’ll bring Him a beer or a glass of wine. I’ll make sure He is comfortable, then kneel between His legs, release His cock from its confinement, bring Him to a state of full harness with my fingers, lips and tongue before getting down to business.

Now there are no time constraints, no fears of interruption; it’s about me using my mouth to give Him the greatest pleasure. It’s a time where I let myself be guided by His responses, the sighs and moans, the involuntary muscle spasms and twitches of His cock. I can speed up and slow down. I get to suck, lick, kiss, caress. I want Master C to enjoy this and, knowing that He is, I enjoy doing it even more.

Long experience means I can read Master C’s responses very bit as well as He can read mine. I can measure His state of arousal through the deepness of His breathing, the timbre of His moans, the twitching and swelling of His cock, the long, drawn out sighs accompanied by shudders as take advantage of His increasing sensitivity.

Whereas in the first scenario, it’s all about getting o the finish as quickly as possible, this time it’s about drawing it out for as long as I can. In the earlier scenario it is over in a matter of minutes, here it ma take half an hour or longer.

The end result in both instances is, however, exactly the same; I am rewarded for my attentions with a lovely thick load of rich, warm cum, which every cock-sucker happily accepts as recognition of a job well done.

So which do I prefer? Well, because I derive so much pleasure from serving Master C, the protracted, drawn out version definitely comes out on top. That said, the cock hungry, cum loving slut that I am, does enjoy the quick and dirty version too.

I guess, really, so long as I have a cock in my mouth and I get rewarded with a thick load of cum to swallow down, I’m ultimately going to be happy in every case.

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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 come 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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