The Fairytail of Sucing Coc

I love blowjobs, but I really love them. I love giving ultimate pleasure, seeing men enjoy it, but also the control you have with sucking harder or softer and sucking deeply or teasing with your tongue over his glans. The moment he takes control, he starts thrusting until the moment they can no longer control themselves and the cum shoots uncontrollably into my mouth or on my face.

But it starts with the location. That often makes a big difference. Giving a blow job is always hot and I like to do it in the bedroom or on the couch at someone's house. It gets exciting when you're on your knees in some bushes, with the chance of being seen by a hiker. Or, like recently, you quickly suck off a married guy in a parking lot in his car, or in a filthy toilet at a gas station along the highway.

Then the roles. As a giver you are actually submissive to the other person's pleasure. Men I give blow jobs are mainly concerned with their own pleasure, my warm mouth helps them with that. That always gives me a wonderful "wrong" feeling, even after all those cocks I've sucked.

Then the visual aspect. The moment you loosen his belt. With his crotch right in front of you. Often a bulge is already visible. Then you open his pants, buttons or zipper, you pull his pants down a little further to (usually) discover the next layer. His underwear, the way his cock hangs in them... stiff and waiting, the outlining often visible so that you already know a little about what size he is. And then the moment you take those pants down. Sometimes he is semi-erect...hanging big over his balls...beautiful. But sometimes it almost flaps against your face or mouth. That image is so hot, when you're on your knees.

Then the first touch, cup his balls... gently... or immediately put your hand around his hard cock... or between his legs behind his balls, just that touch. Then put your hand around it... pull his foreskin back... gently up and down... then you hear the breathing change and sometimes you can already see some moisture developing on the glans.

The eye contact. I often think it is underestimated, but it is so important to make and maintain eye contact before or while you bring his cock to your mouth. It emphasizes the roles extra. He's standing...looking down at you. You look up... longingly with a look that says... go ahead, just let it go, my mouth is for you, you're always allowed to cum. Then a little smile and then...

The taste, every cock has its own taste. Sometimes just before it is hard, you lick it, semi-hard over his cockhead. You sometimes taste the salty residue of pee. Or a strong horny taste or smell. Then you know... you look at him and take him in your mouth, your warm mouth around his cock.

Then the sucking, the playing. Everything at once, overwhelming. the blowjob, my head goes up and down, but I also make love to his cock. I play with it, I tongue the head of his cock, I spit on it and then I slurp it down again. My saliva mixing with his precum, the taste. Eye contact, always. Then suck his cock deeply. Sometimes they want to hit your cheek with it... then back into the warmth... my mouth is wet. I massage his balls and continue blowing...wet, sometimes slurping, loudly but always with eye contact.

The climax, the endgame. His breathing changes again. Usually it slows down first because control is no longer there. The rhythm is gone, for a moment he looks at you, deep into your eyes and then his gaze tightens, because his brain translates what he sees. Me, with eyes that say go ahead, squirt. Then a grunt, sometimes a groan or sigh. At that moment you feel the first drops of thick precum on your tongue. You feel his balls tightening and the first spasm of his cock that causes his seed to shoot from his balls, through his shaft into your mouth, against the roof of your mouth, then I get greedy and suck harder... literally the cum out, and you feel your mouth filling up with his cum... your reward... his pleasure and your mouth is full of it. You swallow as he continues to jerk and you squirt... sometimes too much and it runs down your chin or the corners of your mouth, sometimes he withdraws from your mouth... then you feel it land on your face and drip. You enjoy the taste as you swallow the last remnants.

Then the end, the spell is broken, the fairy tale is over. I always feel like I'm Cinderella whose carriage and dress have been taken away. His cock becomes limp and hangs in front of you...usually still dripping some, which you lick off. The sparkle around your mouth due to daylight or a lamp, for me there is often something on my shirt. A kiss, often an awkward pat on the head or a quick greeting.

I wanna be Cinderella full time.