Blow Job Vignettes

I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. My mouth feels empty. You know it, and you tease me. You want this dick in your mouth? Your hand finds the back of my neck, fingers gripping into the tensed muscles, and you guide me towards you.

You like to watch me, my bedroom eyes. No. My fuck me eyes. Greedy. Needy. Wanting. You position me between your legs so you can see my lips wrap around your head, my tongue desperate to taste the little droplets you feed me. I lick along your shaft, getting you wet and slick. I take your balls into my mouth, gently sucking. It’s a slow game I play. I’m in no rush.

You rub your cock on my face, smearing my saliva over my cheeks and chin. You grin down at me, a dirty girl on the floor, knees spread wide pressing into the hardwood, mouth open, tongue out. You like my big cock, don’t you? You don’t wait for an answer. You shove it into my waiting mouth, sliding your hardness over my tongue and down into my open throat.

I sputter. I choke. You like to see the tears run down my face, my make up smeared beneath my watery eyes. This isn’t something I do for you. This is something you take from me. I swallow you whole. I have no choice. You’re in me, and I feel you down to my core. My throat convulses around your tip, and you push just a little bit further. You hold me still with your hand in my hair. You make me count it out. How long will I last before I run out of air? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty.

You find my handles. This toy has many. My tangled hair. The sides of my face. The hardened buds of my nipples pinched between your fingertips. It hurts so good when you pull them.

You press me up against the car and kiss me, one hand on my throat, the other finds its way up my skirt and between my thighs. You told me not to wear panties. I’m wet and your finger slides inside. Get in the car. You shove me in and pull your shorts down, roughly pulling my head towards your cock. You hold me there, my throat pulsing around you until you explode. It only takes a few minutes for you to use me, and then you kiss me goodbye.

You like it when I take you. When I climb on top and smile down. I feel proud in this moment, excited to show you what I can do. I’m a good girl and I know what you like. I know what I like. I rub my cheek on your thigh, taking in the fresh smell of your skin, the contrast of hard muscle and soft hair. I linger here for a moment, dragging out the pleasure, relishing the anticipation, before I press my tongue to your tip. Tasty.

You hold me down. I love to feel the weight of you on me, heavy and unrelenting. I surrender to it, to you, and I open my mouth. Your fingers grip my wrists as you guide yourself into me. I drip onto your floor. I’m such a messy slut.

I moan onto your cock. I’m so turned on by how you react to me, I just can’t help myself. Your own moans and grunts cheer me on, and I suck you even better. My hips grind into the mattress, an involuntary movement caused by you, your hard cock between my lips, and the guttural sounds that vibrate from your chest.

I ask you to cum on me. Where do you want it? I want it anywhere. Everywhere. I want it on my tits. On my face. On my tongue, a tasty treat. I’ll open my mouth and show it to you. I want it pumped all the way down my throat, your cock is my feeding tube. Your cum is one of my favorite parts. A treat for a job well done.