I have had to change my name on this site due to annoying email password problems too tedious to detail here. But I wrote of some of my experiences under the name Prophet50, called "First Meeting" 1 and 2, and "The Party." I hope you will check them out. I will now be writing under this handle, and I offer this submission for your consideration. Thank you for your comments and encouragement.
Call Me The Cunnilinguist
That is what the business cards say that were made for me by the lady who owns me sexually. You may remember from my entry, "The Party," that she had molded me into a very skilled provider of oral pleasure for women. And occasionally, she would share me with her friends who have partners that are lacking in that area. Sometimes she loans me out for evenings or even entire weekend periods to satisfy one or more females who are in need of extended sessions of uncomplicated pleasurings. For a man who honestly loves to eat pussy, it is truly a slice of heaven.
This gave her the idea to make a more organized program of it, advertising the service on various online platforms, vetting the prospective clients, and scheduling my time. Generally, I'll be sent out twice or three times a week. Certain rules she has put in place and has emphasized my absolute adherence to:
1. No money is discussed, displayed, implied or necessary. There can be no hint of illegality.
2. All activity is between consenting adults. The client agrees that this is a service she desires and can terminate at any moment. I agree to be directed by my mistress.
3. Intercourse is forbidden. My owner reserves that activity to herself.
4. I may refuse no request of a sexual nature from any female at any time. so long as it is not dangerous, illegal or harmful.
Discerning readers will detect the conflict between rules 3 and 4. I have no doubt this is intentional on her part. More on that later. My owner receives requests from the clients and gives me my marching orders. I am writing this to detail what my experience has been like so far.
In most cases, we meet at the client's residence. A lady will be most comfortable in her own environment and be able to relax fully. Occasionally, we will use a hotel if she does not have the expectation of privacy at home. The client may remove whatever items of clothing she chooses. I am expected to immediately strip as soon as I am in her presence. Again, this enhances the client's sense of security. She can be dressed however she wants, but I am naked. She controls the entire evening. If she needs time to relax with me first, we may share a glass of wine before I begin to attend to her. Most often, if we have had previous sessions, the client will want to get right to task at hand.
Here is one such recent encounter. This lady is a tall, fit brunette in her early 50s and a frequent client. She is a manager at a local business where she deals with many stressful situations. When we're together, she likes to start out sitting in a comfortable easy chair in her living room sipping an adult beverage, usually still wearing her clothes from work. I kneel in front of her and massage her legs and feet. Uncrossing her legs is the signal to remove her panties and move my face between her legs. Approaching, I tell her repeatedly how beautiful her pussy is. In truth, all pussies are beautiful, but hers is especially so. She has very light skin and a trimmed, dark bush. I really enjoy when a woman maintains her pubic hair. Against her skin, it offers such a contrast that will then draw my eyes down to her treasure. And this lady truly has a treasure: darker skin around her vulva offsetting the pink within; full inner lips that are perfect for sucking; her pearl of a clitoris straining to emerge from its hiding place.
She spreads her legs wide for me and I lick my way up her thighs. No matter how eager a woman is for your mouth, never dive right in. I work my way up, kissing and licking everywhere between her legs. When I reach her pussy, again, I resist the urge to jump in by rubbing my face in her bush, then licking the spaces between her outer lips and her thighs. Usually at this point, I'm forced to stop and just inhale her scent. To me, the smell of an aroused woman has the same effect as opium to an addict. My head spins, I almost completely blank out. Nothing exists but the overpowering high I experience being so close to female excitement. This lady is familiar with my reaction and chuckles before placing a hand behind my head and pulling my face to her.
I gently kiss her labia, as I continue to swirl in that all-powerful aroma. I kiss the length of her vulva, light kisses, quickly increasing in pressure. I should go slow, but by this time, I am wrapped in my hunger for her pussy. My tongue separates her lips, I dip down to gather the sweet nectar from her vagina. All women taste similar, but each has her own taste and scent.
I continue my kisses down her slit to below her pussy but not all the way to her anus. She will guide me there when the time is right. Back up her vulva, all the way to her clitoral hood. Her inner lips have swelled and caress my cheeks as I journey upwards. Gently, I let my tongue circle over her hood and then, teasingly, I search under for her jewel. Her clitoris has been swelling, too, with her excitement, and she is ready for me to spend time there. I lick all around this bud, touching, not touching, touching again. Now the urgency of her hands holding my head tells me she is ready to climb the stairs to orgasm.
But not yet. I know that, from previous visits with her, she enjoys being teased and edged to her first pleasuring. So I move my tongue down to her vagina, feasting on her sweet fluids. I truly love the taste of pussy and could stay there for as long as she will allow me. But now her hands push me lower, and I kiss my way down to her rosebud. I spend several minutes licking and teasing her tight opening, enjoying the gasps of surprise, the oohs and ahs of encouragement.
