WalterRego
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Joined: 12/28/2004 Status: offline
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Okay, I’ll bite. Or at least open my mouth wide and take the question all the way in. Just the way You want me to, just the way You like it. But I want to lick around it first, Mistress Venus, all around. Get it wet, so it slides better. So I don’t have to taste that nasty rubber taste, but my own saliva. Please don’t put a condom over it, that is worse, I hate that. Let me pretend that I’m taking it from You bare. You’d rather see me do it that way anyway. I’ll take a few passes at it from the side, with my mouth around it, like a harmonica or a corn cob. And then take the head into my mouth and suck on it like a tootsie pop. Make some mmph and mmm sounds I’ll hope You’ll enjoy. So You’ll give me some time to get it all wet and slippery before.....before You get tired of watching me get myself ready for it. Work myself up to it. Before You reach around my head and grab the hair on both sides , or put one hand behind my head to push it deeper in. Yep, You got me on this one, Mistress Venus. Skewered on the end of that big fat black dildo on You’re wearing. Impaled on my own drooling need to get down on my knees and suck on it for You while You look down. And maybe tell me some of those nasty things You so love to say to me while I’m down there in that position. I still can’t believe I was naive enough the first time not to realize what deep throating really felt like. How many blow jobs had I gotten when vanilla and taken for granted? How many times had I taken a woman’s head and pushed it in deeper ‘cause I liked the feel. Until that first time when I found out what it did to my gag reflex. When I found out what it was like for all those girls. And I have to admit, they all took it a lot better than I did. I’ll never forget gagging and coughing and thinking I was going to throw up with that thing so deep in me. Wanting it out. And she laughed and didn’t stop. She loved seeing me gag on it. Waterboarding? Ha! I still don’t like deep throating it. But I love to hold it tightly in my mouth or against the side of my cheek so that I can press it back against You. Hoping that I’ll press against Your labia and clit and that You will start to enjoy it for real. Not just because I’m down there, but because it feels good. Looking up at You , when I can, on the outstroke, or what I can see of You up there from down on my knees. Mostly though looking at the harness as it moves closer or slams into me. Then it doesn’t matter to me what I look like to You or to myself. Cause I just love that feeling of having You do it to me. Knowing that nothing else makes me feel so submissive, so open, so used and taken (unless that is, You decide later to use it somewhere else too). There’s nothing to come to terms to with. I want You to do it to me, I want to feel how it makes You feel when You do it. The only thing I don’t like is when You ask me if I want a “real” one. This is a real one to me. What makes it hot and real and nasty is that it’s on You. That You are doing it to me. That I can smell Your perfume. And Your smells, A Woman’s smells, while se makes me take it. I don’t want a man, I don’t want the smell or the feel of one, I don’t want to see his hairy thighs. I want to see Yours: a woman’s. That’s the only reason I do it. Cause You strapped it on and because You love doing it to me and seeing me do it. If only....if only You would buy one of the kind that You could squeeze a bulb and make it cum inside me, into my mouth, down my throat. Even all over my face. That’s the one thing I’ve never felt. The one thing You’ve never given me yet. Please Mistress? I've done this for You. Right here. Will You do that for me?
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