Alright cocksucker
Alright cocksucker, I’ve decided to plow your throat. Here’s what you’re going to need to know:
It’s your role to make sure your man is turned on and eager to get into your mouth, so show some enthusiasm. Don’t just pull out my half-hard cock and stick it in your mouth. Caress it through my pants, rub your face against my bulge, look up at me and tell me how much you want to taste it. Unzip me slowly and admire the thick heft of my cock straining to get out of my underwear. Pull it out and slap it across your cheek. Lick it softly and tell me how it tastes.
When you start sucking, remember your technique. I want to feel your lips and tongue and the inside of your throat, I definitely don’t want to feel your teeth.
When I ask you a question, I want to hear an answer. If I ask you how my cock feels in your throat, I expect to hear back “It feels so big and warm inside me, Sir” or whatever you are feeling, not just an incoherent moan, or worse, no response at all. I shouldn’t be the only one putting the effort into the dirty talk. And if I ask you a question while my cock is jammed down your throat, it’s because I want you to try to answer anyways. It feels damn good to have your throat-muscles straining around my cock as you try to answer. You can call me “Sir” or “Boss” or “Daddy” or “Papi” or “my horse-hung fuck-stud;” whatever works for you, just pick something and run with it.
I don’t care if you gag, as long as you don’t let it stop you from servicing my meat. Your gag reflex is your problem, don’t try to make it mine. In fact, if you’re not giving me enough feedback and stimulation, I will deliberately try to make you gag. It feels good to have your throat-cunt spasming on my cock, trying to force me out. Every bit of spit and throat-slime you cough up is just more lube for me to fuck your neck with. If you puke, I expect you to wipe it up and jam my cock back in there.
When I’m really fucking your throat, you will let me set the rhythm. I’m the top, and I know how to fuck your throat until it cums, so you’ll have to learn to time your breathing to my thrusts. I’ll let you breathe, but it’s going to have to be on my schedule. At this point, your throat belongs to me entirely. If I decide to pull my cock out and explore your throat with my fingers instead, you will suck them just the same. By now your neck is completely turned into a cunt, meant for me to fuck.
When I cum, you will accept my load eagerly and gratefully. If you’re a true expert cocksucker, I will release my load right into your throat: past your gullet and straight into your stomach. Otherwise, I will shoot in your mouth, or maybe I’ll want to spray it all over your face and body. Whichever way, you should smile and thank me. Shouldn’t be a problem for you, I know that’s what you’re after.
Yes, SIR. Thank you, SIR for the privilege!
It’s your role to make sure your man is turned on and eager to get into your mouth, so show some enthusiasm. Don’t just pull out my half-hard cock and stick it in your mouth. Caress it through my pants, rub your face against my bulge, look up at me and tell me how much you want to taste it. Unzip me slowly and admire the thick heft of my cock straining to get out of my underwear. Pull it out and slap it across your cheek. Lick it softly and tell me how it tastes.
When you start sucking, remember your technique. I want to feel your lips and tongue and the inside of your throat, I definitely don’t want to feel your teeth.
When I ask you a question, I want to hear an answer. If I ask you how my cock feels in your throat, I expect to hear back “It feels so big and warm inside me, Sir” or whatever you are feeling, not just an incoherent moan, or worse, no response at all. I shouldn’t be the only one putting the effort into the dirty talk. And if I ask you a question while my cock is jammed down your throat, it’s because I want you to try to answer anyways. It feels damn good to have your throat-muscles straining around my cock as you try to answer. You can call me “Sir” or “Boss” or “Daddy” or “Papi” or “my horse-hung fuck-stud;” whatever works for you, just pick something and run with it.
I don’t care if you gag, as long as you don’t let it stop you from servicing my meat. Your gag reflex is your problem, don’t try to make it mine. In fact, if you’re not giving me enough feedback and stimulation, I will deliberately try to make you gag. It feels good to have your throat-cunt spasming on my cock, trying to force me out. Every bit of spit and throat-slime you cough up is just more lube for me to fuck your neck with. If you puke, I expect you to wipe it up and jam my cock back in there.
When I’m really fucking your throat, you will let me set the rhythm. I’m the top, and I know how to fuck your throat until it cums, so you’ll have to learn to time your breathing to my thrusts. I’ll let you breathe, but it’s going to have to be on my schedule. At this point, your throat belongs to me entirely. If I decide to pull my cock out and explore your throat with my fingers instead, you will suck them just the same. By now your neck is completely turned into a cunt, meant for me to fuck.
When I cum, you will accept my load eagerly and gratefully. If you’re a true expert cocksucker, I will release my load right into your throat: past your gullet and straight into your stomach. Otherwise, I will shoot in your mouth, or maybe I’ll want to spray it all over your face and body. Whichever way, you should smile and thank me. Shouldn’t be a problem for you, I know that’s what you’re after.
Yes, SIR. Thank you, SIR for the privilege!
7 years ago
