Hello there! My name is Mistress Sugar, and I want to tell you about the time I held a blow job school. A blow job school, what the hell is that? Well, you see I had a resort type of thing where we did all sorts of workshops, working with heteroflexible people. But once I got married, I decided I would do workshops in other things, and I put the word out there. Voices came back to tell me what to cover in my courses. It was quite interesting as it turns out so many women were not that comfortable with their skills in fellatio. They could be hoovering a guy's dick for a long time and not getting any result. Perhaps I am full of myself, but I consider myself to be talented in this area. My husband can testify for this. Did I think maybe I should impart my knowledge to these women?
I loaded the prospectus online and got back a few applications. There was a little thing in there, which I thought might put people off. I started this course with seven or eight girls of various age who were all keen to learn the intricate art of oral sex.
In the first few moments, one of my students piped up.
"Mistress Sugar, I know we are going to learn how to give head according to your techniques, but I am interested to see how you got to this point. Do you remember your first blowjob?"
"Thank you for asking me that, Charlie. I do remember, and I remember it very well. Want to hear a story?"
"Yes, the more we get to know you, the better this experience will be."
"How right you are. Well, I was a lot younger than I am now and..oh gosh..."
I came over all sullen. A tear rolled down my face.
"Mistress, you seem to be getting upset. Sorry if I asked too intimate a question."
"No, I always get upset about the first time because he is no longer with us, and I never got to tell him how special he was to me. But he was a bit older than me, and he was a lot more sexually experienced. I used to go and stay at his house because I was friends with a housemate of his. I used to sleep in a little spare bedroom when I went to parties there, and when things started going on between this guy and me, I was scared because I hadn't done anything sexual before. One night, he was there in a bathrobe. It was dark, and there was this moonlight streaming through the window. Illuminating his body and it was eerie. Sparsely haired skin. I have this vivid memory of having him say "suck my cock" in the most seductive of tones. I had my hand on his cock and thought...well I told him, "what if I don't know what I am doing?" His response was "well, I will most certainly teach you!"
"Must have been nice to have such an experienced lover."
"Yes. He had this nice thick cock, and I remember the satin feel of the skin. The lack of hair, I think he shaved. Well textured cock and it was like this instinct just kicked in. I knew what to do. He cannot have lasted any longer than three minutes. He stopped me and took himself out of my mouth and said, "I don't want to startle you with my splat moment". Ha, he always called it the splat moment because it did use to go splat with his ejaculations being so forceful. But he didn't want me to cum in my mouth because he thought it might frighten me. He did it all over my tits instead. I was pleased, I had the end result, and I have been successful ever since at giving head, so I am going to teach you girls how I do it. Sorry if it didn't make a lot of sense. The coffee isn't kicked in yet!"
Jack was my first lover, and he was gone to time now, but he taught me so much about sex, and he is responsible for where I am today. I had these girls' attention, and I started to explain how I give head.
"The first thing I learnt was that you don't just go straight to the cock. You have a man's whole body to play with. Work out what works for the man. Some men like to have their nipples tweaked. Pinching, licking, sucking. Some men, it has no effect at all. He's got a body that you can run your fingers over in a gentle and serpentine fashion. It might even be a bit ticklish. You want to knead those thighs, and while you are doing that, you can see his cock stirring with anticipation. A passionate kiss never goes amiss either. The type of kiss with a lot of tongues involved and ooh, I can just imagine it now. Lips pressed together with tongues interacting one another in a slow, languid fashion. Delicious and I find the precursor stuff to be so important. It is like the foreplay to the main event.
Now when I give head, I like to have a relatively firm grasp of the man's cock. Instead of me just talking about, why don't we do the thing mentioned in the course materials? I actually thought it would put you off. Are you ready to meet them?"