ORAL SERVITUDE - redux

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Because my teeth start itching, and I need to remind her exactly what I am, that the only predictable thing about me, is that I'll always be this to her. Sometimes I'm just going to push her down and love her like a fucktoy. Oh, but I'll be soft and sweet. My version of soft leaves marks. My version of sweet scares her a little. But that's okay, she wouldn't have it any other way, and that's why she deserves everything I'm going to give her :rose:

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Wild!!!
 
I'll take a #6 Hers to-go please....



Because my teeth start itching, and I need to remind her exactly what I am, that the only predictable thing about me, is that I'll always be this to her. Sometimes I'm just going to push her down and love her like a fucktoy. Oh, but I'll be soft and sweet. My version of soft leaves marks. My version of sweet scares her a little. But that's okay, she wouldn't have it any other way, and that's why she deserves everything I'm going to give her :rose:

His 1

His 2

His 3


His 4

His 5

His 6



Hers 1

Hers 2

Hers 3

Hers 4

Hers 5

Hers 6
 
(trying to get out of my oral funk)


I remember the first time I was face fucked. Hard.

Prior to this experience, the most loss of control with oral I'd felt was something like this:

http://imgur.com/PA2uUB4

On my back, head hanging off bed, him pushing in nice and slow. I love this position for so many reasons. But that's another post.

I never really knew what "face fuck" meant prior to that first time. I always felt some element of control in giving a blow job. Whether it was using my hands, pushing my tits against his legs, being able to control the pace -- I never felt a true loss of control.

That first time, he tied my hands behind my back. I was on my knees. He said "open your mouth. I'm going to fuck your mouth like it's your cunt." I looked up at him - my signature blow job move, right? That look. Locking eyes with his. Giving him that smile before I take his cock in my mouth. Nope. He slapped my face.

Wait. What?

That slap is such a shock. It confuses me. My brain says, "hey! You can't do that to me." My pussy says, "yup - do that to me!" I've come to really really like that state of confusion. The whole process of trying to reconcile the wrestling going on between brain and pussy. I suppose THAT'S a whole 'nother post as well!!

I opened my mouth. His hands were on the top of my head. They felt so heavy. Usually his hands, his fingers, were lightly playing with my hair when I was sucking his cock. That's the thing, isn't it? Prior to this, it was me giving him a blow job. Me sucking his cock. Now, I was passive. I wasn't doing the thing. More confusion.

It was slow at first. The weight of his hard cock on my tongue. Sliding in all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged. Hard. He kept pushing.

http://imgur.com/4P2GQzY

Having no hands was hard. I felt like I was going to fall over. I felt so unfocused - I wasn't giving his cock the attention it deserved!! I was worried about breathing, gagging, losing my balance, drooling, crying. My nose started running.

And then he started really fucking my mouth. His hands went to the side of my head, holding my head steady. I couldn't breathe, I got scared. I was panicked. I cried harder. My jaw hurt. I actually threw up a little as he pushed down really deep. He kept fucking my mouth.

How is this even hot? Where was that flow - the give and take? Where was I in this equation?

I was his useful hole. He said that. He groaned and said, fuck baby, your mouth. Your pretty mouth. Youre such a useful hole. He pulled out his cock, he said watch me cum. Look at my cock baby, watch me cum and he held his cock and came all over my face.

I felt sticky and used and confused. My lips felt bruised. He knelt down. Put his hands back on the side of my head and kissed me. Through his cum, through the tears and snot and running mascara. He kissed me so sweet, put his hand between my legs. I was so wet.

He controlled everything. From beginning to end. From the first taste of his cock to allowing my orgasm. I didn't have to think about my next move, about where his arousal level was at, about anything except keeping my mouth open and then cumming when he allowed it. It seems like it should be so simple. My brain never keeps anything simple.

His useful hole. Oral servitude.
 
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(trying to get out of my oral funk)


I remember the first time I was face fucked. Hard.

Prior to this experience, the most loss of control with oral I'd felt was something like this:

http://imgur.com/PA2uUB4

On my back, head hanging off bed, him pushing in nice and slow. I love this position for so many reasons. But that's another post.

I never really knew what "face fuck" meant prior to that first time. I always felt some element of control in giving a blow job. Whether it was using my hands, pushing my tits against his legs, being able to control the pace -- I never felt a true loss of control.

That first time, he tied my hands behind my back. I was on my knees. He said "open your mouth. I'm going to fuck your mouth like it's your cunt." I looked up at him - my signature blow job move, right? That look. Locking eyes with his. Giving him that smile before I take his cock in my mouth. Nope. He slapped my face.

Wait. What?

That slap is such a shock. It confuses me. My brain says, "hey! You can't do that to me." My pussy says, "yup - do that to me!" I've come to really really like that state of confusion. The whole process of trying to reconcile the wrestling going on between brain and pussy. I suppose THAT'S a whole 'nother post as well!!

I opened my mouth. His hands were on the top of my head. They felt so heavy. Usually his hands, his fingers, were lightly playing with my hair when I was sucking his cock. That's the thing, isn't it? Prior to this, it was me giving him a blow job. Me sucking his cock. Now, I was passive. I wasn't doing the thing. More confusion.

It was slow at first. The weight of his hard cock on my tongue. Sliding in all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged. Hard. He kept pushing.

http://imgur.com/4P2GQzY

Having no hands was hard. I felt like I was going to fall over. I felt so unfocused - I wasn't giving his cock the attention it deserved!! I was worried about breathing, gagging, losing my balance, drooling, crying. My nose started running.

And then he started really fucking my mouth. His hands went to the side of my head, holding my head steady. I couldn't breathe, I got scared. I was panicked. I cried harder. My jaw hurt. I actually threw up a little as he pushed down really deep. He kept fucking my mouth.

How is this even hot? Where was that flow - the give and take? Where was I in this equation?

I was his useful hole. He said that. He groaned and said, fuck baby, your mouth. Your pretty mouth. Youre such a useful hole. He pulled out his cock, he said watch me cum. Look at my cock baby, watch me cum and he held his cock and came all over my face.

I felt sticky and used and confused. My lips felt bruised. He knelt down. Put his hands back on the side of my head and kissed me. Through his cum, through the tears and snot and running mascara. He kissed me so sweet, put his hand between my legs. I was so wet.

He controlled everything. From beginning to end. From the first taste of his cock to allowing my orgasm. I didn't have to think about my next move, about where his arousal level was at, about anything except keeping my mouth open and then cumming when he allowed it. It seems like it should be so simple. My brain never keeps anything simple.

His useful hole. Oral servitude.

Fuck, cookie. That makes me want to touch myself.

I was already in a lustful fog, but apparently there was room for more. Thank you for writing that out.
 
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