I do love giving blow-jobs. The rough-satin feel of cock under my tongue; the spongy tip giving way as I lick it; the raised vein pulsing under my ministrations. Cock in my mouth makes me happy – especially when the receiver is enjoying it just as much as the giver.
Occasionally my enthusiasm will have unexpected consequences, as was the case this morning. I’d been teasing Apollo with my hand under the sheets for a good twenty minutes, and as I sat up to pull the covers back I took the opportunity to heighten the tension with my mouth. So I’m half-way down the bed, my legs and cunt curled up invitingly close to his hand, fondling the base of his cock and his ball sack while I tease and torment the foreskin.
Suck down, suck up.
Flick my tongue over the prettily gaping hole and catch the pre-come.
Slide my hand up his cock as I slide my mouth down.
And as my hand is back fondling his balls and my mouth has just begun a tongueing descent down that delicious vein, he gushes. Come spurts everywhere – arcing up across my face into my hair, along my mouth and chin, and down his cock and onto his balls and thighs.
I laugh at the unexpected deluge, grin as I remove dripping strands of hair from my face, and say, “Where did that come from?”
An abashed smile in return is all the answer I need. That, and the tissue box.