Blow by Blow Description.
20:23 Mar 23 2007
Times Read: 1,730
Pushing the red flashing phone line, he finished taking a drink, and then saying, “Welcome to the Sex Talk show here on 107.0 tonight is all about oral sex. What do you have to offer the conversation?” He sits his glass down, and listens as the woman’s voice came over the control speakers.
“The comment you made about most women not knowing how to give a good blow job? Well- I would have to disagree.” He smiled, knowing that comment would get a reaction from his listeners. “So you think you can give a good one, do you?” He heard the laughter in her voice. “I have been told so.” He felt the skin on the back of his neck rise. “You have done that many?” Laughter was the answer to that question. “Some. I have always liked giving them. While some women find them degrading- I think its gives the woman, or man for that matter, great power. To have the ability to control his pleasure, take him to the edge, only to make him wait.”
He smiled, seeing a woman that could liven up the show. “Then it is all about control for you?” You could hear the smile, as she answered, “Control is a good thing, as you give in at the end. As long as pleasure is given and taken by both, were is the problem? I enjoy his release as much as he does, knowing my mouth, hands, gave him the pleasure.” He moved in his seat, giving his answer back. “No problem. I am just saying that most women can not do a good job.” “Then you are not getting them from the right women.”
He smiled, and sitting back in his chair, asked her “Tell us of your last blow job. How you performed it.” A pause, and he smiled…then her voice came back to answer. “A good one starts with the, in this case, woman taking control. When I want to give a blow, I do not want kisses, and touching. I just want one thing- control. I start out taking it from the start. I like leaving the man in his clothing, it’s more…naughty for me.” “And your clothing?” “A little tease of a breast, a leg never hurts to keep a man interested in me.”
“But if you are good at your job, so to speak, he would never lose interest.” She laughed, and he smiled. “Back to the question- give us a blow job by you.” He laced his hands together, waiting to hear how she would answer his challenge. “Well… if it was you, let’s see… I would find you in your bedroom, wearing just your jeans. Coming up from behind, I would run my hands down your back, nails adding to the sensation as I lower then down to your waist. Then I would bring them around your waist, one hand resting on your flat stomach, the other would slide into your waistband, right at the zipper area.”
He closed his eyes, and spoke to keep her going, “And?” Then I would tug you around to me, not answering you if you spoke. I would rake your stomach with my nails as I tug you to the bed with my hold on your jeans. Once there, I would push you onto the bed, and follow you down. I would climb on top of you, on hands and knees, and bite your neck…just enough to give you a hint of my mood. I would move my mouth to your Adam’s apple and suck, pulling at the skin.”
He did not speak, and she continued. “I would move down your body, my teeth taking sharp bites at your stomach, giving you pain, as I lower myself down to what I’m there for. Once there, I would give a small growl, like an animal in heat. I would pull at your jeans, working the button, zipper in quick motions. This is not about stroking you- this is about getting to what I want, what I need. I would pull your jeans and anything else you had on down past your knees. I like to keep the man’s knees trapped, restrain his movements. It adds to his feeling of giving over to me.”
“Once I have you unclothed, I would take my hand to you, and place you in my mouth. I would go up and down a few times too, wetting the skin, before I started to put pressure on you. My hand would move to the base, and I would twist a little as I started to add pressure. I would speed up the movements of me raising and lowering onto you, getting into a pace… faster and faster…my hand would tighten even more, twisting the base like a pop lid… then I would slow down, ease the pressure of my mouth. Still twisting the base, I would rise to the tip, and suck it like a straw, pulling in my cheeks.”
“I would move my other hand to the inside of your thighs, releasing your tip, I would lap at you with my tongue, seeing it I can taste a little cum at the tip as my hand strokes your inner thigh, up to your balls, stroking them with the most gentle of touches. My tight hand still twisting your base, I would take your tip back into my mouth to roll my tongue around it like a sucker, my hand working down your thigh back to your knee.”
“I would take you back into my mouth, deep, and tighten on you. I would let out a growl, the sound all around you… and let you feel my teeth just a little as I start to lift upward slowly. I would go by the sounds you were making, if I was hurting you, or giving you pleasure. I would ease the twisting motion on the base, and turn my hand to use my nails on you… lifting them upward on your hard shaft, to follow my mouth as my teeth pulls at your skin. Some man can not handle the pain- but I think you would just enjoy it.”
He gave a small “Mmm.” “At the tip, I would release you, letting my nails rake the tip, just play a little, as I look at the beauty in front of me. A man aroused by the need he has for a woman. The power that you did this to him is wonderful. My hand at your leg would go under your knee to scratch you- giving you that second of pain, as I take you back into my mouth, rolling my tongue over you, giving a low purr. I would hope by this time, you would touch me, use your hand in my hair to tell me what you want, what you desire.”
“If not – let me tell you what I would like to do with you. I would move my hand up your inner thigh, and move it under your ass. I would take my other hand to touch your heavy balls, rubbing them. I would take you deep into my mouth, and start an up and down motion, my hot, wet, tight mouth hungry for cum. I would slide my finger between your ass cheeks, and run my finger along your tender hole.”
“And?” he asked his voice deeper then it has been when this started. “I would run my nail over the area, taking my mouth to the tip of your hard cock, rolling my tongue over the tip, looking up to see you watching me. I would hold your balls in my hand, rolling them, finger them. By then I would hope you were close, but if not… I would suck on you more, giving what you ask of me. For you- I think I know how I would push you over the edge. If you care to hear it?”
He smiled, having to know, “Yes, please.” “Mmm…” she purred, “…a man that knows how to say please. For you- I would do these three things at once. My hot wet mouth would take you deep, and then I would tighten my lips, cheeks as much as I can. My hands at your balls would move to lie on top of them, palm covering them. My finger at your hole would flick the hole with my nail. Then I would start to lift my mouth, letting my teeth rake your skin just a little. I would apply pressure on your balls as they tighten up and lifts and my finger would shove its way deep into you. At the tip of your cock, I would suck you hard, as my finger started to push in and out.”
Pause. “I would hope that would make you cum, as I could see me drinking you, taking my mouth off you to lick at your wet cock as you keep coming in squirts. My finger would slow down, just stroking you easy, as my palm moves to stroke your balls, my face rubbing against your cock, cum on my face. I would ease my finger out of you, and leave you, going to clean up.”
“And that is how I would give you a blow job. Women need to understand just how much fun they are. How much you can give to the partner, letting him have the pleasure of a woman, or male, touching him, asking nothing of him in return. To me, a male gives into the act, he surrenders to the partner. You just have to take the control.” He sat forward, picking up his mug for a drink to clear his dry throat. “Then you might be right, I might be getting blow jobs from the wrong women. Thank you for sharing that.” She laughed, having no shame in what she just did. “Not a problem. Good night.” He took a deep breath and ended the call, moving on to the next caller.
Copyright: SKW March 2007
Question His Authority.
15:14 Mar 22 2007
Times Read: 1,739
“Come to me.” He spoke, a tone that gave her no option but to obey. She walked toward him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. His head tilted backward, as he looked up at the woman in front of him, pondering the action he will take next. Unable to stop himself, his hand slides between her legs, the silk of her stockings covering the inner thigh, the tight skirt she wore rising along with his hand.
She tightened those thighs around his hand, her eyes closing as he eased his hand upward, finding her stocking’s end, the garter belt holding there. Cupping her for just a second, the silk panties warm, he watched as she bites her lower lip, a soft sound of pleasure escaping her. He turned his hand and moved it back down, making her open her eyes, her surprise, clearly expressed.
He opened his legs and slides his hand to the back of her thigh, pulling her between them. “On your knees.” He watched as she smiled, bending her knees, hands going to his own thighs, running those red nails upward as she did as he ordered. She moved closer, her eyes on his mouth…when he spoke. “Someone needs spanked.” Her eyes opened wide, and he took hold of her arms, turning her. Straightening his leg out, he pushed her over them with a firm hand at her back, the other hand pulling her skirt up to bare her ass, holding her skirt in place.
Black silk covered her, and he placed his hand on her, rubbing to warm her. “Wait. I never said you could…” Her scream of shock came freely as he hit her sharply with the flat of his hand. She started to wiggle, trying to pull free, when she felt his hand rubbing her, easing the pain. She looked over her shoulder, into his eyes, and knew he would never harm her, never be cruel.
He lifted his hand, and cupping it a little, the next blow was not as hard. She sulked, but only a grunt from her with this strike. Another and he watched as she open her mouth, eyes closed. He smiled, knowing she would not stop him from giving her the punishment he wanted to.
Sharp slap and she dug her nails into his leg. He moved his hand, sliding them between her legs to touch her mound. Pushing the hot silk aside, he slid a finger in, finding her hot and wet. Working his finger into her folds, he rolled his finger over her nub, pressing hard, and she screamed, her back arching.
He pulled his hand out, moving it back to spank her again, and sharp pain followed the pleasure. His hand gripping her skirt felt her push, his leg catching the forward motion of her hips. He moved his hand back between those legs, looking at the shape of her ass, the garter belt’s pull on the silk of the stockings, to find her wet. So…she liked a little pain. He smiled, sliding his finger into her heat. She brought her upper body upward, and he slid another finger into her wetness.
She turned, looking at him as he started to stroke her, his fingers coating quickly with her juices. She lowered her head, mouth opening as her breathing changed to pants, He spread his fingers, putting pressure on her, and moved his fingers in and out at a fast pace. Her hands pulled at his dress pants, and he felt her body tense, knowing she would cum for him with just a few more strokes…but he pulled out. Fingers hot, wet, he moved them between her legs, back to her ass. She glanced around; trying to see, ready herself for another spanking.
However, he had other plans for her ass. He moved the hand from the skirt, to pull her panties down, uncovering what he wanted. She moved a hand to his chest as she felt the pressure, then the sensation of him sliding a finger into her. Her hand gripped the tie, her small scream the only noise as he pulled the one finger out, adding the other, still wet from her juices.
She pulled at the tie, as he worked her with his fingers. She moved her other hand to cup her breast, finding the nipple to pinch, and he smiled. Never one to stop herself from taking pleasure, she tighten the muscles in her buttocks, and he gave his own small grunt, wishing he was buried in her.
He takes a deep breath, and pulls his fingers out, turning his hand so he could rub the outside of the tender skin. She lowered her head, and moved both hands to his thigh, holding him to her chest as he stroked her, sensations flowing over her. He removed his hand, pulling up the silk to cover her, and with a last slow stroke over the curve of her ass, he moved his legs wider, telling her in action it was time she left.
She turned, placing her hands at the top of his thighs, his hardness clearly seen straining the cloth. She stood, as he spoke to her. “Remember that the next time you question my authority.” She smiled, taking her hands to her hips, giving them a wiggle as she worked her skirt back over the silk, over her thighs. “We have a problem there, as that just makes me want …” She bends forward and moves her lips within inches of his, looking into his eyes, then at those full soft lips of his… “…to push your authority. Push it really hard.” She straightens, turning to leave quickly while she still can.
Copyright: SKW March 2007
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