When I asked you what you wanted for your birthday, I never expected you to say, "blowjob!"
You know it's not my favourite thing to do, but I understand you like me to spend time down there. So, for your birthday, I will wait 'till you get out of the shower and just before you reach for the remote control and switch on the game. Then, I will ask you to sit on the bed, blocking your view of the TV as I crouch on all fours naked in front of you, my boobs hanging under me wobbling as I approach your warm and damp body, your lower half still wrapped snuggly in your towel.
I slowly strip away the towel like a banana skin to reveal one leg then the other. Looking down, I see your early arousal. My fingers trace down your soft skin from your tummy to the tip of your penis--the semi-hard curve growing at my caress.
My body shuffles itself between your legs, your legs parting to give me the room to move in close to you. I try to make my lips as soft as I can. I then lean in to flick the tip of your cap, lapping it like a cat along the edges of your helm.
My fingernails track your shape, moving slowly along your hip bone. Next, you feel me scratching my nails along the top of your thigh between your hip and your leg before moving down your leg. Then, at your ankle, you feel an abrupt U-turn, and I send my nails upwards along your inner portion of your calf, your knee, inner thigh and then with an outstretched finger swirling around your balls, tracing the ridges and ripples long your tightening sack.
My tongue continues to trace your helmet along the edges of its phallus, and then as I purse my lips and kiss you tip my hand cups your balls. My tongue whirls down the underside of your shaft. My fingers roll your balls between my digits like a set of Chinese Medicine balls. I am curling my fingers around their shape as I look up and glance at your closed eyes, your teeth biting your bottom lip as you enjoy my playful advances.
I hear a low moan of pleasure, and my resolve returns as I feel the weight of your nuts grow as you grind down on my hand.
My tongue finds the perfect salty pearl of precum at the entrance to your meatus. I lap it up, and the brackish pearl makes me salivate as I feel it take over my palate.
My hand moves up to grasp your girth, and as I hold your cock upright, I take your smooth helmet into my mouth. My tongue works over the tip under the pressure of a long hard suck. I watch as the warmth of my mouth around your shaft makes you roll your eyes back in your head once again. Your back arches a little under me as you try and get me to take more of you into my mouth.
"Not yet," I tell you.
Holding your penis in my hand, I run my flat tongue along the underside of your shape, tasting your sex. I can see the veins in your shaft fill and start to protrude under the skin. The apex of my tongue traces the veins along your length. Up, then down, and up again. Returning to the head, I engulf your cock in my mouth, taking in our helmet and the following inch. I build up the pressure by sucking you into my mouth. My tongue circles your sensitive head again before sliding you out of my mouth.
I firmly grasp your erect cock at its base, in full command of this situation. Then, wetting my lips with my tongue before wrapping them around your penis, I move slowly up and down, my hand following my mouth, giving you a slow blowjob and hand job simultaneously!
You arch back again, signalling you want it faster. So, I move my mouth up and down your shaft, my hand giving you quick, firm tugs right behind my lips. I can taste your saline savouriness in my mouth. Your girth pulls my lips forward and back as I ascend and descend your shape. Taking more and more of you in with every plunge, I finally lower myself down you as far as I dare.
